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Just a little list of my soft Draco obsession

For  @vemodalensx

Theres a few here but I’ve left some out since the list was getting a bit long. I might make another list with more.

The list separated between cute Draco and vulnerable Draco just so you can choose whether or not you want a bit of sadness with your softness ^3^

Oh and ofc it goes without saying that the whole list is Bottom Draco hehe

Cute Soft Draco

Flower Crowns (2.4k words)

It started with a single flower 🥀 Draco makes flower crowns for Harry and that is how the whole school finds out about them. A happy dose of Harry with flowers in his hair, and a smitten Draco.

Dreaming of you (21k words)

Harry has nightmares, he wishes for a night when he can sleep without nightmares. What happens when he starts dreaming of Draco Malfoy? Draco left the wizarding world after the war, he's a librarian and lives peacefully in muggle London, what happens when Harry fucking Potter shows up at his work place?

Honey (

Harry is sick of Draco's oh-so-adorable endearments.

The Care and Management of Volatile Veelas 

Harry adopts a Veela. He really didn’t mean to.

Quidditch Wife (Part 2)

Theres no real summary for this except for  It's got all my favourite guilty pleasures, like protective!Harry and vulnerable!Draco, with a side of jealous!Harry and SportyQuidditch!Harry (and I think the top!Harry rather goes without saying).

All our pieces....fall right into places series

The first story:  Draco had had a crush for a while and now that he had Harry in his bed...He was everything that Draco needed.

Trick or Treat

Harry had no idea that he was such a fetishist - a fact which he discovers on Halloween.

Pretty

Harry finds a pair of stockings in the back of their dresser.

The Sweater

After being forced to room together in 8th year, Draco and Harry become friends and decide to continue their living arrangements post Hogwarts. The only problem is, Draco can't seem to stop stealing Harry's clothes.

1095 Roses for a life time

Being woken up by the lips of your boyfriend is always a nice surprise, especially on the morning of yours third anniversary of dating, which leads to hot and passionate morning activity. But all this is just to indulge in themselves, Harry's surprise includes roses and a promise for a lifetime. Will they be the right choice?

Get your kinks out

Harry plays seeker for the Magpies, and he discovers that one of his teammates secretly wears lace panties. What begins as a sexual relationship becomes increasingly complicated by Harry’s fame, Draco’s family, and Harry’s ambivalent feelings about dominating Draco.

Can’t say no

Draco really has the worst friends. When they put a spell on him that he has to say no to everything Harry says.....things don't turn out well.

OR

That time when Harry proposes and gets turned down because of his horrible friends.

What Draco wants

Out of anything a petty fight with Harry Potter could have led to, Draco Malfoy least expected it to end with him bent over a table, questioning his relationship and feelings for Potter, and having the best sex of his life.

Criminal

Things were going just fine for Draco Malfoy. He successfully conned and counted cards across Europe and America, amassing a small fortune, along with a lengthy rap sheet. That was until he made the grave mistake of returning to England for a high stakes card game and got himself caught – by Harry Potter no less. Now, Draco is stuck in England under Auror Potter’s guard with no friends, no distractions, and no escape. How the hell will he pass the time? And since when did Potter get so bloody fit? 

Things Change

Harry and Draco's friends notice something different about them when they fight. See what they find out when they walk down an empty hallway. 

Whats a little veritasium between two sworn enemies?

Draco Malfoy has a nasty habit of always coming across such bad luck no matter where circumstance presents itself and unfortunately that doesn't seem to change when his bloody nemesis Harry Potter over hears him talking about Veritaserum potions in the hallways past curfew. ( It was Pansy fault really)

Harry wants to know what the Slytherin boy is up to, especially with how nervous Malfoy is, but is that ALL Harry wants to know?

Mr Right Now - side note: Cedric/Draco

What do you do when you're feeling down about your ex? Make him jealous! Story features Cedric Diggory and Draco Malfoy trying to win back their loves, but somehow end up falling into each other's arms

For the love a kitten 

With Voldemort Dead, life is not easy for Harry as Old friends become enemies and old enemies become friend. With the return of three Slytherins, Harry life is turned upside down.

How to prepare for a wedding night

I have a neighbour. He is stuck in a loveless relationship and an arranged marriage. He has zero experience in bed. He needs my help so that his love life won't suck for the next few decades. He needs a sex teacher. Oh... and the neighbour happens to be Draco freaking Malfoy. And I might be a little tiny bit in love with the git...

Draco's Scent

In which Harry can't be around Draco for long without the boy's stupid smell messing with his mind, and he really, really hates that.

Turn The Heat Up

Wonky Cooling Charms result in interesting revelations

Flirt

Draco and Hermione make a devastating duo at the Ministry as the respective Department Heads of Wizarding Culture Preservation and Muggle Relations. When Harry Potter gets involved in their latest joint project, Draco can’t seem to stop himself from constantly flirting with him even when it doesn’t seem to affect the golden boy at all. He’s wrong. Harry is most definitely affected. Includes Slytherin shenanigans, Draco sucking at quidditch, and Harry trying not to be charmed. Draco POV.

Angsty/Vulnerable Soft Draco

The Draco Malfoy incident - side note: I cried big time

Draco Malfoy is best friends with a Hufflepuff. A HUFFLEPUFF! He's also partnered with a redhead git, trying to hide from an obsessive green-eyed saviour and has become overly fond with sunrises. It's exhausting. Can't a man plan an assassination in peace around here?

I’m not in your dreams

Draco has dreamt with Harry's voice since he was fourteen, so there's no doubt for him about who his soulmate is. Now, in their Eighth Year, Harry has finally dreamt with his soulmate's voice too. The problem is that Draco was born mute.

Yours for the taking

Draco was raised to be the perfect Omega, but there are things even he cannot endure. When he discovers just what Tom Riddle's plans for him are once he's claimed him he is confronted with an impossible decision. Only one thing remains clear: he will never be able to go back home.

Luckily, Harry Potter is there to save the day

Rough on you - side note: Dark Harry. This is more vulnerable Draco than soft Draco so please read the tags before you start the story :) I was unsure whether I wanted to add this here but hey-ho

"I'm the only one that can give you want you really want." Harry spun Draco around and held his arms at his side and he pressed against his back, whispering against his throat. "That can force you, that can humiliate you… that can hurt you, and you want it. You want me."

Harry is having a bad day. Draco just cannot learn to keep his mouth shut. Neither of them would have predicted it would lead to this.

But who guards the dragon?

This is an expansion of my one-shot, It'll be Okay. You don't have to read it first, it will be in the story. Requested. DMHP Sub/Dom relationship. Slash. Don't like, don't read. Harry thinks a few thinks through, then comes into his creature inheritance. He finds out that he is the dominant mate to one Draco Malfoy. But things are never easy for the boy who lived

Taken For Granted

Having pined for Harry for long enough, Draco decided that it was time to give up and move on. What happens when Harry realizes too late what he's lost?

Mourning

Harry returns to school to complete his NEWTs. There he finds a much changed Draco Malfoy and surprisingly subdued Professor Snape.

In your arms, rests my world

Harry presses his mouth to Malfoy's forehead; he wants to tell him that he’ll never leave, that he wouldn’t dream of it.

“You make me feel safe, Potter” Malfoy whispers. “You keep me safe.”

Inside your mind

Goyle's taken it upon himself to act as Malfoy's personal, one-man guard and Harry can't help but feel like it's only making the bullying worse.

"I'll Protect You," and you can seal that with an Unbreakable Vow

His friends may tease but Harry doesn't feel bad for keeping a close eye on the Slytherin boy of one Draco Malfoy, after all someone has to do it. So when Harry secretly follows the pure-blood boy out past the courtyard, there's nothing strange or unusual about it; nor is it wrong.

Unfortunately the same can not be said for the scenario Harry accidentally stumbles upon as he can't help but stare in horror. It's not just wrong. It's absolutely despicable and Harry, well, Harry just has to do something about it.

A Big Black Sky

Draco shifts his head as he turns to look at Scorpius, his cheek touching the pillow. "Did you know that…" He pauses, his throat convulsing, and it sounds audible in the silence, besides Michael's steady, even breathing from the other bedroom.

Scorpius is staring back at him, in wait of something new to learn, a beautiful and intelligent child. He has Draco's mind. He has Draco's eyes and nose and mouth and hair. He is his. All his. All he has of Michael are his wild curls and the green of his eyes, and sometimes he looks into them and imagines that they aren't Michael's, but someone else's.

Draco leans his head closer, biting the quiver out of his lips before he breathes a laden and shuddering exhale, and he whispers, "You are my star in a big black sky."

Song To Say Goodbye

Draco should have remembered that life doesn’t always turn out the way you want it to. Somewhere along the way he forgot to always be careful and was left with nothing. It was hard enough getting himself together the first time, can he do it again?

Small spoiler for Song to Say Goodbye below

Its not Drarry Endgame: he ends up with a OMC cuz Harrys a big dickhead

#soft draco #cute draco #vulnerable draco #draco malfoy #harry potter #bottom draco #drarry #fic rec #drarry fic rec

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The Fall of Romulus Part 5

Summary: Twin Princes Remus and Romulus are cursed at birth with Honesty and Obedience. When Romulus, who cannot disobey any order, is told to kill his brother the next time he lays eyes on him, he changes his name to Roman and runs away. Roman joins up with a misfit group of adventures and plans to never return to his homeland. But the fae have other plans for him...

Warnings (for whole fic not necessarily individual chapters): Violence, mind whammying/memory altering, curse of obedience related consent issues, references to sex, references to war related injuries/PTSD, references to child abuse/neglect (YMMV on that one but just in case), antagonstic-but-not-exactly villian!Janus, Extremly-moraly-dubious-but-not-exacty-unsympathetic-Remus

Feedback appreciated.

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Prologue     Chapter 1   Chapter 2  Chapter 3 Chapter 4

The first time Virgil had seen Patton, it had been on the battlefield. The larger man was on his knees, three men wearing the same uniform as Virgil strewn around him, fresh blood gushing from deep gouges on his face. He’d looked up at Virgil like he expected to die, his eyes bright with relief.

The first time Virgil had seen Logan, he’d barely been more than a kid. Even skinnier than he was now, drenched to the bone in his threadbare apprentice robes and shaking with rage. He’d thrust a handful of coins across the table at Virgil and Patton, newly minted heroes for hire, and demanded they kill his master.

The first time Virgil had seen Roman, he’d been singing to a horse.

It wasn’t even his horse.

Virgil had wanted a break from the noise of the tavern and the simmering tension between his companions. But standing in the dark in an unfamiliar town had been unappealing and so he’d ducked into the taverns small stables. The hayloft was more of a glorified shelf, set close to the ceiling, but standing amongst the horses meant potentially having to explain himself to the horses’ owners and so he’d clambered up and shimmied his way into the narrow space, ducking down out of sight.

He just wanted a few minutes peace. Long enough to figure out what to do.

Logan had accepted a job. Without consulting either Patton or Virgil. It was a simple enough assignment -to transport a crate full of merchandise to a town on the other side of the mountain pass. So why could the townsfolk not deal with that themselves? Because the pass was full of bandits. Obviously.

Logan said they needed the money and he wasn’t wrong. Patton said they needed a break and he wasn’t wrong either.

They had been travelling from one skinflint town to the next for what felt like an age…but half the reason travel was taking so long was that right now they didn’t have enough coin to even to rent horses. Which meant Patton was going to end up dragging the gods-forsaken chest the entire way. Which was going to aggravate the hip injury- which he still refused to acknowledge existed - and leave all of them vulnerable to attack, since Logan wasn’t winning any fights unless it was a debate and Virgil…Virgil did better with the element of surprise.

Looming out of the darkness, his eyes glowing purple and his crossbow held aloft – Virgil had watched many an enemy turn tail and run at the sight of him with great satisfaction.

Actually aiming that crossbow, in broad daylight, at attacking bandits and successfully hitting one? That seemed less likely to be satisfying for anyone. Except maybe the bandits.

So now there was a stalemate, both Patton and Logan bristling at each other over their meal. Both waiting for Virgil to be the tiebreaker.

Hence the hiding in a hayloft.

Maybe if Logan had just talked to the them instead of making decisions for everyone-

“Who’s the prettiest girl in this stable? Is it you? I think it is!”

Virgil froze.

“My lady fair is pale as night and strong as all the stars that bright th- hey!” holding his breath, Virgil slowly turned his head until he could see the man below, who was currently trying to tug his sleeve out of the mouth of a blond mare. It was the bard from the tavern. Even without hearing his voice, the bright white outfit and ridiculously flouncy red jacket gave him away.

Virgil frowned. It was still relatively early in the evening and the bard had had a good audience – even Patton and Logan had looked away form their argument to appreciate his tune. Why leave now?

“Okay, okay you don’t like the classics.” The bard was back to petting the mare’s nose, “but you’re still stunning despite your terrible taste. And a beautiful horse deserves the most handsome of riders hmm?”

Virgil rolled his eyes and relaxed back against the hay. The movements of over the top performers were none of his business.

“That you singing back there?”

Virgil tensed again.

Two men were blocking the exit. Both big, broad and wearing matching insincere grins.

The one who’d spoken had a knife in his hand. The bard apparently didn’t notice and stepped away from the horse with his arms spread wide.

Under the dim shaft of moonlight spilling from the stable door, the silky material of the bards jacket seemed to shine.  It highlighted his pockets, where the thin material was sagging under the weight of his bulging coin pouch

“Always a pleasure to meet my fans!”

He gave them a cheeky bow, his pockets jingling as he moved.

Virgil resisted the urge to bang his head against the ceiling.

If this idiot wanted to get himself stabbed was it really Virgil’s responsibility to intervene?  What would Logan call this – natural selection?

“Must’ve made a pretty penny.”  It was the second man who spoke, he leaned carefully against the stable door as knife-guy stepped forward. “Nice voice like that.”

He looked pointedly at the bard’s jacket pocket. The bard took a half step back, almost disappearing from Virgil’s view.

“Your town is very generous.”

“Yeah. Good people” The second guy smiled. “Drop it.”

Virgil heard the bard sigh, deep and theatrical. But, much to Virgil’s relief, he threw the bag down on to the ground between them. Murder, Virgil was probably morally obligated to try to stop. But if the two robbers just took the bag and ran? Well. Patton was constantly asking Vigil and Logan to keep out of trouble so he could hardly disapprove.

Knife-guy grinned dumbly and reached down to his prize. Virgil tensed himself, he wasn’t going to be able to leap gracefully into action form his confined hiding place but he could potentially…roll onto the guy if he tried anything.

He didn’t get the chance.

As soon as the wannabe thief bent down the bard was on him. A blur of white and red shot out from beneath the hayloft, slammed the butt of a sword – had he always had a sword? – down on knife-guys skull sending him sprawling to the ground.

The second man let out a shout but before he had chance to take more than a step forward the bard was there, sword swinging though the air before coming to rest less than an inch from the man’s throat.

There was a pause whilst the man just gaped at the bard. Breathing heavily.

“You have a choice. Leave now, with your head still attached or…”

There was a yell and Virgil cursed himself for being distracted as knife-guy barrelled towards the pair, weapon raised high –

Only for it to instantly be knocked out his hand by the bard’s sword. The big man let out a high pitched yelp as blood spurted from where his fingers had been moments before, the knife clattering to the ground. The second man aimed a swing at the bards head but he dodged low, springing back up to deliver a punch of his own to the man’s throat, which left him gasping for breath.  

At this point, knife guy clearly decided he’d had enough, running for the door with his bleeding hand clutched close to his chest. The second thief, seeing his backup flee, shot the bard a venomous glare and hurried after.

And then there was quiet.

“Sorry about that.” Virgil startled – was he talking to him? “My precious babies.” No. The bard was heading back towards the horses, who had been remarkably unconcerned throughout his ordeal.  This gave Virgil his first proper look at his face.

He looked young. Not much older than Logan. And tired.

“Did those mean old robbers scare you?” he cooed “Not to worry – your hero is here to save the day!”

With the bard facing the horses, Virgil took the opportunity to squirm out of his hiding place, managing to land lightly enough on the stable floor behind him.

“Hey.” He said.

The hero’s shriek of surprise was so loud that the horses reared up in their stalls.

 After hasty explanations, Virgil had hired him as extra muscle for their trip. It’s wasn’t t an ideal solution, but the knowledge that there would be extra protection around for Logan and Virgil eased some of Patton’s tension. And since Sir Sing-A-Lot  had pissed off two would be thieves who were presumably still in town somewhere, he was willing to leave quickly and for cheap which suited Logan.

He met them the next day about a quarter mile out of town, performance outfit replaced with something moderately more travel worthy and sword strapped to his side. Virgil had suggested he stay the night at the tavern but he had shaken his head. Said if he went back in there the bartender would insist he stay to play another night – and then he’d have to let him down, which would be far too painful to bare.

Virgil privately thought skipping out halfway through the night was probably letting him down worse, but whatever. One mans loss is another man’s gain.

It was only when he’s was making the introductions that he realised Roman hadn’t brought his horse. Which led quickly to the realisation that there were three would be thieves in the stable that night.

Virgil spent most of the first day with his eyes fixed on Roman, waiting for him to betray them and skip off with the loot himself. But as the hours past and the bard did nothing suspicious he slowly started to relax.

It was only going to be three days.

***

Three years later, Virgil was growling to himself in his mother’s language as he swept his eyes across the room again, finding absolutely nothing. Not that he expected to -the small room wasn’t exactly flush with hiding places. All he had managed to unearth in the first frantic search was one of Roman’s notebooks, tossed under the bed with its leafy bookmark a few inches away. Patton had carefully put both away in his own coat pocket, a look of abject misery on his face as his hands ghosted over Romans drawings.

The thing was. It wasn’t like adding Roman to the group had instantly fixed everything.

But-

But Patton got sad sometimes. And Virgil, he’d been through a lot of the same stuff as the big guy but he didn’t know how to reach him when he got like that. Virgil was pretty sure he actually made things worse. But Roman – Roman distracted Patton without even trying half the time. He’d sing, weave a story out of nothing, disappear down a side street and reappear with a gaggle of kids and two puppies he seemingly conjured out of nowhere. The two of them had the same bright energy and when they got together they laughed loud enough to banish any shadow.

And Logan – Logan had this need to prove himself. All the time. He needed a challenge to throw himself against or he wilted. Patton hated arguing and Virgil frankly didn’t have the energy but Roman? Roman loved it. The two debated everything, from poetry to politics and threw themselves into preparation with more gusto than seemed healthy. The first big blow up they had, Virgil had looked over at Patton, panicked, before realising both men were grinning ear to ear. Relishing the debate in a way that Virgil didn’t really understand.

And as for Virgil himself…well actually he had always been perfectly fine and Roman basically drove him crazy.

But that wasn’t the point.

The point was, the four of them worked better as a four. They balanced each other out. Even if they sometimes went too far and hurt each others feelings, they always apologised and moved on. And even if having four meant that their could never be a tiebreaker and every decision had to be discussed around and around until someone gave in…that was just what family was like.

And now Roman was just going to walk away from them? Without even saying goodbye?

Unacceptable.

“This is all my fault.” Patton wailed for third time. “I never should have left him alone.”

And on top of everything he’d upset Patton? Virgil was going to find their wayward bard and bring him home. And then kill him.

“Tell us what he said again.” Logan demanded imperiously, notebook and pen at the ready as he stared Patton down.

Virgil sighed and answered for him:

“He told him he wanted to leave the city. And now he’s left the city.”

Logan frowned. “The city gates are closed at sunset – unless he had a royal decree he would have been unable to leave last night.”

Virgil grit his teeth, “Okay, so, assuming he didn’t know that – because none of the rest of us knew that – he left the inn to try to leave the city.”

“So then why leave the inn at all?” Logan continued, pacing up and down the limited floor space and utterly ignoring Virgil “Why not just wait till morning? It makes no sense unless.” He paused at the window. “Unless he was taken against his will.”

Patton and Virgil exchange wide eyed looks. Virgil was normally the one jumping to worst case scenarios, not Logan. “You, uhh, you got any evidence for that one Lo?”

“He left his sword.” Logan pointed. “Amongst almost all his other possessions – he told Patton he wasn’t safe and then he leaves without taking a weapon? It’s illogical.”

“I’m not sure he was thinking logically.” Patton said softly, looking at Romans neatly piled possessions. “You didn’t hear him guys he – he sounded so scared.”

Virgil flinched. Fingers flexing uselessly. “Okay. Okay so. What spooked him? Something in the forest?” He asked, thinking guilty of Romans thorn scratched hands after he’d got himself lost trying to escape Virgil foul mood. “He was totally spaced out last night.”

“He seemed fine this morning.” Patton said  with a frown “Logan?”

“He was fine before we saw The Crone.” Logan murmured, “he was, if anything, too effervescent. But when we left he seemed…” he trailed off, adjusting his glasses before glaring defensively at both of them “he didn’t say anything so I can’t be sure – but, he was very quiet. The Crone was northern so I thought perhaps homesickness? But I don’t believe he was scared. Not until the episode.”

Virgil nodded, Logan had already described the episode – Romans sudden sprint through the city street and subsequent panic attack – in detail, although he’d been unable to pin point what had set him off.

“Um I’m sorry …The Crone?” Patton looked horrified, “Logan, do you mean our customer?”

“I. Uhm.” Despite everything Virgil couldn’t help but grin the flush of embarrassment that quickly took over Logan’s face. “She was from the North” Logan told them with great dignity, “Roman has told us many time that it is considered rude to ask a strangers name on first meeting.”

“But, did you…know she was form the North? Before you started calling her crone?” Virgil couldn’t resist teasing.

“Logan that is so rude!” Patton said, giving his best disappointed dad eyes.

“SO rude.” Roman ginned  “honestly Patton – Virgil - this kind of behaviour reflects poorly on you as parents. I personally think you should send him to bed without supper.”

And Patton laughed, a secretly pleased smile at being compared to a parent and Virgil rolled his eyes and shrugged Romans hand off his shoulder and Logan let out an offended humph before reminding Roman, again, that he was only a few years older than him and if he was a child Roman was too and a brat besides – an old and well-worn argument that made all of them laugh, tension broken.

Except it wasn’t. Because Roman wasn’t there.

Instead Patton’s exaggerated disappointment mellowed into real sadness as he glanced around the room again and Logan hunched his shoulders, burying his face in his notebook. Silence filled the room.

“I’m going to uh, look outside again.” Virgil jerked his thumb awkwardly to the door and set off without waiting for a response.

Definitely kill him, Virgil thought. Once they were sure he was okay.

**

Apart from his unusual eye colour, pointed ears and a youthful complexion well into his thirties, Virgil had inherited very little from his mothers people. But his night vision was undeniably better than his fully human companions.

Not that it was doing him much good right now. Didn’t matter how good your eye sight was if there was nothing to see.

It was easy enough to track Roman from the open window, down the wall of torn climbing plants to the ground, but after that the trail immediately went cold. If this was a small town with a dirt road there would at least be footprints, but on the cobblestone streets of the well-to-do there was nothing to follow.

He could be anywhere.

Virgil kicked a pebble with a snarl, sending it clattering across the square. Reluctantly he started to prepare himself for the long climb back up to their room, when he was distracted by a faint whinnying.

The tavern connected to stables.

Huh.

Well….he knew Roman had been prepared to steal a horse before…

Quietly, Virgil slipped around the corner and into the stables. This was a far cry from the glorified shack where he had first met Roman. The ‘stables’ was more of a courtyard, with various coaches and waggons parked in the centre, and an enormous number of stalls ringing the outside. Virgil guessed it was shared between the tavern and the several other buildings that bordered the square.

His heart began to race.

He hadn’t really expected to see much – how would he know, after all, if a horse was missing? But with this much money in one place, there had to be a guard. Someone who might have seen Roman pass through.  

He took a deep breath, trying to keep his expectations low, and began to search.

**

“Virgil. Did you kidnap a child?!”

Virgil winced. The force of Patton’s disappointed dad glare was a lot less funny when it was directed at him. “I mean,” he tried “is it kidnapping? She lives here! It’s not that bad!”

“I would say it’s significantly worse that calling a woman a crone in the privacy of your own head.” Logan muttered under his breath. Virgil glared at him.

“And I don’t live here,” the girl offered brightly “I just work in the stables.”

They were in the inn’s kitchen. Somewhere that they were absolutely not allowed to be. But between cancelling the promised performance, negotiating a week’s stay in an already overbooked establishment and then almost immediately afterwards cancelling that too and the panicked interrogation of the few remaining customers when they’d first discovered Roman missing; Virgil didn’t think the inn’s landlord could really get more irritated with them.

Although the whole kidnapping thing was probably not going to help.

“Here you go sweetheart.” Patton said, pushing a mug of sweet tea towards the girl and taking a seat next to her. He did not offer Virgil or Logan a cup.

“Thanks Mister Pat!” She smiled sweetly up at Patton before turning away from him and sticking her tongue out at Virgil. Virgil gestured wildly between the girl and himself but Patton just sipped his own drink, nose in the air.

Virgil slumped in his chair, glowering.

He’d found her sleeping in one of the empty stable stalls. The space was clearly being used as a hut for the stable boy – or in this case girl – with a small wooden bed pushed against the back wall and a desk covered in half cleaned riding gear near the entrance.

Elated to have found a possible lead he had rushed towards the bed and shaken the occupant awake immediately. And released in one horrifying instant that he was a fully grown man shaking a literal child who probably couldn’t even see him in the darkness.

She yelled.

He yelled.

She threw a horseshoe at his head.

He had managed to bundle her half way back to the inn - one hand clamped over her mouth despite the fact that she was biting him - before Patton appeared, ripping them apart with a growl and then blinking a Virgil in complete confusion when he realised who the would be kidnapper was.

“I – we – just want to ask you some questions.” Virgil said in his calmest I-am-not-deranged-I-have-just-had-a-very-long-day voice “Okay, um, sweetheart?”

All three of them stared at him.

“’Sweetheart’ sounds odd when you say it.”

“I know it does Lo’.”

“It might be the tone of voice.”

“I know it is, Lo’.”

“I’m Lucy.” Said the girl. Lucy sat back in her chair, swinging her legs back and forth. “Are you gonna’ pay me? The last guy gave me five gold pieces.” she grinned at them expectantly.

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Okay well, that’s ridiculous.”

“We don’t have much money.” Patton told her, “but I can make you another tea?” She considered him for a minute but was clearly already besotted with her ‘rescuer’, so she just smiled and held out her mug.

“Now,” Patton asked gently as he poured a refill. “What guy is this?  And…what did he ask you to do for that kind of money?”

She shrugged, unconcerned. “Just some rich guy. He wanted to know how many people had come in today, and then for me to let him hang around in my hut until his friend got there.”

“So you left your post?” Logan said disapprovingly. “What time did he arrive? What did he do? What friend was he meeting?”

“He paid me five gold pieces so he could sit in a shed” she told him. “If the guy wanted a horse he could have just bought one. And I just went and sat on the roof anyway, the market was way too busy.”

“Smart.” Virgil said. She glared at him, just long enough to let him know that his approval meant nothing, before continuing.

“He came just after four o’clock, that’s when Tommy goes home and I take over. And he didn’t do anything. Just sat there all grouchy. Then he left with the pretty guy.”

“Pretty?” Logan asked sharply, making Lucy giggle.

“Yeaaaah he had pretty eyes and a lute and really cute short hair. He was way better looking than the rich guy. I think he was a musician.” She sighed.

The three men glanced at each other, excitement building.

“Was he being taken by force?” Logan asked, steepling his hands “Could you see any sign of a struggle? Was he restrained in some way?”

“Logan don’t scare the kid for fucks sake.”

“Oh sorry, the one you kidnapped?”

“Guys.” Patton’s glare quelled them both into silence. Lucy took a long sip of tea, thinking before answering.

“He just walked up to him and they left together right away. I couldn’t hear nothin' but, they didn’t have time to say more than hello before they left.”

“So much for that theory.” Virgil muttered, disappointment settling in his chest. Not that he wanted Logan to be right, that Roman had been taken away by force but- this meant he really had just decided to leave them.

Logan wasn’t convinced. “A physical struggle is not necessarily required to move someone against their will – he could have been coerced.”

“How coercive can you be in one sentence??”

“If he was lying in wait and recognised him instantly the obviously we can assume they knew each other.” Logan told him snottily “Groundwork could have been laid beforehand.”

Virgil frowned, he hadn’t thought of that. But Roman hadn’t arrived until well past four – how had the mystery man known to come to this particular inn?

“Can you tell us anything about the first man?” Patton asked Lucy, “What he looked like or – ooh how about you draw a picture of him!” he produced Romans notebook from his pocket and opened it too a blank page.

“He was just some old rich guy,” she insisted “he was wearing one of those fancy patchwork coats. Pink and blue, and he had dark hair…” she shrugged. ”I don’t remember anything else, sorry Mister Pat.”

“What about an emblem?” Logan asked.

“What’s that?”

“A symbol of his house. Lots of rich people have them, maybe on a bit of jewellery or embroidered on his clothing?”

“He had a cape clasp with a pattern on it.” She said doubtfully, “it wasn’t fancy though just- here – “ she took the note book from Patton and hastily scribbled three interlocking Vs, the largest in the centre.

“We can go to the library and look for it when they open.” Logan told them brightly “If it’s one of the noble houses in the city we should be able to find an address.”

“And we can go see the cro – the customer too” Patton added putting a hand on the scholars shoulder, “Logan says Roman seemed down after they left- she might know something.”

“Right.” Virgil nodded absently.

“One of us should go to the city gates before they open,” Logan continued, “If he still intends to leave the city we can watch for him there.”

Virgil thought of the hordes of people making their way through the city gates. Spotting one man in amongst that throng was going to be near impossible. And even if they found a symbol that matched the child’s drawing, there was no guarantee they would be able to track down the owner. And from Logan's description, Roman hadn’t left his sight whilst they were at The Crones house, what could she possibly tell them that they didn’t already know?

And even if they found him. What good was that, if he truly wanted to leave? It’s not like they could order him to stay.

He felt one large, warm hand land on his shoulder and squeeze gently. “We’ll find him.” Patton told him reassuringly. At the table, Logan was scribbling in his note book again, eyes bright with excitement as he continued the barrage of questions at an amused looking Lucy.

Virgil nodded, and did his best to smile back.

It had been a long week on top of a long month of traveling, and none of their leads were things they could follow right now. They needed to sleep. Get enough rest for a full day of bard hunting in the morning.

And then, well.

If Roman wanted to leave he could leave.

But he was going to damm well explain himself to his family first.

Virgil glanced at Lucy who was watching them with open curiosity.

“I don’t suppose we could convince you not to mention the whole…kidnapping thing to the land lord right?”

She smiled at him. “That’s gonna cost you more than tea.”

Vigil sighed.

chapter 6 

#TS: Fall of Romulus #virgil sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #sanders sides fic #sanders sides #what is writing virgils POV? #is it just a thounsad rehtorical questions? #maybe? #sidespart writes

[kyarymell]

[Fic] Ghost Touch

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses Pairing: fem!Byleth x Felix Fraldarius Rating: Explicit towards the end (lol) Summary: Felix finally gets a clue and proposes. Note: I don’t have an explanation for this other than I wanted some angsty pining. Post GD route, where (almost) everyone lives.

The war is over, hidden enemies defeated and yet the festivities continue for a whole week. Felix is lost, knowing that the following peace would dull his blade. It’s foolish thinking this way, with unnecessary sacrifice finally coming to an end.

As part of the ‘band of heroes’ that saved Fódlan, the swordsman was obligated to go on a peace tour of sorts. He’s still a young man, revelling in drink and celebration at the war’s end. The constant socialising eventually loses its appeal, even if Sylvain tries to convince him otherwise.

Finding himself by the edge of a stream, Felix brings himself into familiar motions. Lifting his arms, he brought his sword down as he stepped forward. It seemed like forever ago he had first trained as a Mortal Savant, his professor finding out that he had a knack for magic.

Professor...

It’s too easy to fall into familiar titles. They were equals now, having fought side by side for a year and a half in the war. Byleth was an enigma, deadly in battle. Only once has Felix gained the upper hand in a spar, but not before earning a few bruises to the face.

(Mercedes brought it upon herself to heal him that day, a hint of laughter in her eyes.)

Since then, Felix has been unable to best the mercenary in combat. He doesn’t know why, but the very thought of her twists his stomach into knots. It’s maddening and he has to fight the urge to seek her out at every convenience.

The want for her to be by his side... it causes the silver loop in his pocket to burn. There’s been many suitors after the new Ruler of Dawn and so Felix deemed asking for her hand more trouble than it was worth.

However, that sort of thinking could not be further from the truth. The swordsman should have asked as soon as the sun rose over the peaceful new era. It seemed at the time, he was not the only one who spotted Byleth retreating to the Goddess Tower that morning.

Uncharacteristically, he hesitated. There was a huge possibility that his former classmate had the same intentions as he did, essentially beating him to the punch.

Despite all that, Felix couldn’t bring himself to throw the ring away.

Sparks of lightning crackle between the swordsman’s fingertips in response to his clouded thoughts. Shaking his head, Felix continued to go through the motions of training. It was he who told Dimitri that he’d never let his emotions get in the way and here he is, lamenting over a lost opportunity.

He had changed in more ways than one and it was all her fault.

“Felix?”

...Speak of the devil.

When Byleth first came to the academy, she rarely articulated her thoughts outside of teaching. Stony-faced and unrelenting in a fight, Felix was disturbed by the concept of the mercenary lacking emotions. An ironic notion, considering he kept his feelings to himself most of the time.

Now, she made an effort to talk to everyone... even a bitter soul like himself.

“...Byleth.”

It’s still strange calling her name, even if she insisted on it in the first place.

“Dedicated to training as always.”

“Haven’t people had enough celebration? My sword arm itches.”

The woman shrugged.

“It’s important that we build morale and help with the post-war effort. Even if that means... people feel the need to celebrate in my presence.”

Byleth leaned against a tree, pensive.

“I understand what you mean, though. The... socialising. It’s difficult. Just wanted to get away for a while.”

Felix nodded in response. The very last war council meeting was about fostering good relations with everyone. Claude and Dimitri insisted that their former classmates accompanied Fódlan’s new ruler for a little longer. If the people saw the diverse comrades she had, perceptions would change.

Nobles, commoners, the next queen of Brigid, the man next in line to Almyra’s throne, the former king of Faerghus and a man of Duscur... they were a lively bunch, brought together by their professor. No one was pressured to stay of course, but many did of their own accord.

“Do you ever wish to go back to your life as a mercenary?”

If this was five years ago, he’d have no interest in small talk. The world was on the verge of change and so he made a little effort himself. That, and the fact that Annette made him swear to stop being so anti-social.

“No. While there were times of suffering, I wouldn’t have met all of you if I were still a mercenary.”

A smile graced her lips, instantly seizing Felix by the heart. He tries to rationalise the feeling as surprise, seeing as Byleth seldom smiled. Twirling sword in hand, he feels put on the spot.

“Let’s spar. If you have the time to be sentimental, then clearly your presence isn’t needed at the festivities. I need to brush up on my brawling anyway.”

The soft expression was replaced by confusion, followed by acknowledgement. Biting the inside of his mouth, Felix realised how harsh he sounded. Again.

‘There’s no point thinking about it.’

He placed his sword against a tree, shedding his coat, gloves and boots. Byleth did the same and it’s with a tinge of nostalgia that Felix realised: no matter what finery she was made to wear as the new Ruler of Dawn, she always kept her tattered mercenary coat.

It almost felt like old times at the monastery training grounds, trading blows like this. He was young and arrogant back then, convinced that he would win and was promptly made to eat the dirt. Felix remembers being angry that day, but his motivation to learn other fighting styles grew.

It seemed like some things never changed, as he ducked under a punch to his right. Byleth is still unpredictable as ever and he holds his arms up in defence as she comes at him with a flurry of strikes. The swordsman manages to catch one of her fists in his hand, about to throw her to the ground when she twists easily out of his grasp.

Thrown off-balance momentarily, Byleth goes in for the kill. She rushes at Felix before he’s able to react, stumbling backwards and hitting the ground hard. Grunting, he tries to lift a hand to touch the back of his head but he realises his arms are pinned.

“Yield.”

Her breath comes out in soft pants from the slight exertion. Meeting with stuffy people and holding peace talks didn’t help her stamina.

It takes a moment for Felix to realise what position he’s in. Byleth’s strong thighs hold his shoulders in place and he’s distracted by the fact that her ornate stockings are absent. Before the war, he always believed her outfit impractical. Now, he’s entertaining treacherous thoughts.

Remembering that he was still in a fight, he shifted his weight, successfully flipping their positions. Straddling her waist, the swordsman sighed. It was all too easy.

“Yield.”

Felix is devoid of smugness, knowing that something was distracting his sparring partner tonight. He’s slightly disappointed that she didn’t put up more of a fight but he would take what he could get.

“I yield...”

She closes her eyes, as if she let him win. As if a man possessed, he stared at her soft lips. He was so close-

“How long are you going to make me wait?”

She reached up and pulled him by the collar, bringing their lips together in a kiss. Felix melted instantly, the one thing he’s wanted for so long, finally in his grasp.

Unable to help himself, he catches her lower lip between his teeth, biting on it gently. Byleth shivers from the attention and it emboldens the swordsman to continue. Swiping his tongue against hers, he tastes wine but nothing could compare to how intoxicating her vulnerability is.

Felix takes control, tugging down her robes. Their hips grind together unintentionally and he hisses. He won’t take her in a clearing next to a lake-no, she’s precious to him and there’s an order to everything.

For now, however, all he wants to do is touchtouchtouch.

Skin is revealed little by little and she allows him to drink in the sight of her. For every inch of smooth, unmarred skin, there are also scars from times of sorrow and bloodshed. Light ones from skirmishes and deep ones from hard-won battles, Felix can’t help but trace them with his fingers.

His breath catches in his throat upon seeing a jagged scar under her breast.

The memory is still fresh, gnawing roots of guilt taking hold. If only he had been more attentive that day out in Gronder Field, if only he had been quicker, Byleth wouldn’t have had to take a hit for him.

He was blinded by anger back then, saying words that were unkind, unimportant. Why did he do that? He regrets it now- yelling at someone gravely injured instead of calling for help.

When Mercedes finally arrived by horseback (assisted by Sylvain) and Byleth was safely back at camp, it was the Bishop who reprimanded him.

“Felix, instead of suffocating us with your attitude, leave and let me do my work!”

Taken aback by her uncharacteristic outburst, he left without a word. Days after that, cowardice consumed him and he avoided both women outright.

 There must’ve been a strange look on his face, for Byleth’s voice brought him back to the present.

“Felix? Is my appearance... not to your liking?”

She moved to cover herself and Felix shook his head furiously.

“That’s not it! I-I...”

“Are you still feeling guilt about that day?”

His bad habit of deflecting comes up again, following his sudden anxiety. Eyes roaming everywhere but her own, they land on the ornate ring upon her middle finger.

A convenient excuse.

“That ring... why did you kiss me if you’re already betrothed?”

Byleth takes the bait, sitting up and smiling.

“It’s a memento from my father. He said someday, I’ll find someone special to give it to.”

“So you’re not involved with anyone, is what you’re saying.”

“Yes.”

“A small comfort.”

Felix looks comically relieved and Byleth has to push for an explanation.

“This is not the right time, perhaps.”

“Will it ever be the right time? You’ve been avoiding me on and off, but you returned my touch.”

The swordmaster stares, hands suddenly trembling. There was no way to get out of this one. Standing up, he goes over to where his coat is.

“Hey-!”

“Shut up.”

He almost wants to slap himself.

‘Good going, Felix. Insult the woman you want to propose to.’

Drawing a nervous breath, he rummages through his coat pocket, finding that damned silver loop. Felix almost drops it, annoyed at his sudden lack of co-ordination.

“The truth is, I’ve always wanted you by my side. As a worthy opponent... no. I...”

Suddenly choked for words, he thrusts his hand forward, almost hitting Byleth in the nose with the ring.

She blinks, dumbfounded. Felix sighs, eyes darting back and forth.

“Don’t you know what this ring means?”

Byleth pulls Jeralt’s ring off her finger. Not very subtle. Felix hates the way his heart races- it’s almost an affirmation of her decision.

“I want to hear it from you.”

“Stop messing around! I... I thought all this time you had someone.”

He’s clutching her hands, the coolness of the rings a contrast to his clammy palms.

“Fine! Listen carefully, I’m not going to say this more than once. I want you to be my wife. Please say yes. Let’s get married and stay together until we die. I love you.”

An awkward pause follows and Felix, having lost his nerve, turns on his heel. He leaves the ring in her hands.

“That’s all.”

“Wait!”

Byleth shoots forward, grabbing the back of his tunic. Felix almost topples over from the force, and he whips around to steady her. Incredulous, he bites his lip.

“What? You have something to complain about?”

She hands him her ring with as much grace as someone half-naked can muster. It’s Felix’s turn to be dumbfounded and he almost misses the offering due to having her bare breasts so close to his face.

“I love you too and I accept.”

“Oh... okay then. In that case, I’d better start planning for the future. My future... with you.”

She laughs at his typical ‘okay’ and they embrace, falling onto the soft grass once more. She leaves bruises on his skin and he responds in kind, whispers of adoration on his lips. They were for her and only her alone.

---

Even if he said he wouldn’t take her out in the open, the new ruler of Fódlan is good at convincing him otherwise. She’s wild and insatiable- riding high above him while he’s catching his breath and leaving scratches all down his back when he has her against the edge of the stream.

They laid side-by-side and clothed once more, fingers intertwined as the stars disappear to welcome the break of dawn. Felix admits his guilt into the cold air, feeling inadequate as he failed to protect her all that time ago.

“It’s going to be okay, I don’t blame you,” she says as she leans into his touch, “we’ll always be together from now on.”

“I will be your sword and shield victorious.”

“I know you will.”

Despite his shortcomings and prickly exterior, he wants to believe her words.

“Your highness? I’ve been looking for you everywhere and- oh. Apologies! I did not know you had company.”

The moment is dashed by Ferdinand’s concerned voice. Felix sighed, knowing that Byleth gave him a position on the new government, meaning that he was here to talk business.

“I told you not to call me that... what is it?”

“You disappeared last night after mentioning you wanted to hear the agenda at dawn and... should I come back later?”

Byleth stretched, standing up and adjusting her robes.

“No, no. Now is a good time. Thank you.”

She turned back to Felix.

“Let’s go together.”

The swordsman’s eye caught a glint in the low light and lifted his hand to inspect it. Byleth’s ring. Since when did she...?

Felix smiled.

“Let’s.”

#feleth #bylix #felix fraldarius #fire emblem byleth #byleth eisner #fire emblem felix #fe felix #fe byleth #felix x byleth #fe3h #fire emblem fanfiction #my stuff

[izukurising]

Ladybug and Chat Noir Can Finally Rest

Part 1/2 

It was an exhausting battle. One that will surely go down in Paris history. The adrenaline that ran through the heroes’ veins was fading now that they all had La Farfalla surrounded. She used as much power as possible, and Nooroo wouldn’t be able to wear himself out much longer. Still, the vengeful and bitter woman’s will was strong. The last of La Farfalla’s akumas were defeated. The only thing left to be done was to take down the villain once and for all. It took a lot of planning on Marinette and Adrien’s part to gather the whole team on the day of to finish the years long battle. They let their allies know the plan beforehand. They had agreed that the next appearance of La Farfalla will be the day. Today was that day.

The duo specifically selected their best. Alya, Nino, Chloe, Kagami, Luka, and most of their trusted collège classmates are present for the biggest battle.The gamble of having everyone was simple.They will win, all in. They were all heroed up and geared to finally reclaim the Butterfly miraculous and defeat La Farfalla for good. 

The holder of the Butterfly is sprawled on the ground, knees bent underneath her. She breathes heavily. Lila Rossi makes a show of looking vulnerable as she hides her sneer behind her hair. She waits for someone to make a mistake.

“Lila.” Chat Noir’s voice warns. He speaks cautiously.

Ladybug silently watches. If she spoke, Lila would get aggressive for sure.

“I am La Farfalla,” She rasps, and her voice sounds hoarse.

Her head hangs low.

“You’ve got me…I made a mistake. I’ll give it to you, just please forgive me.” The butterfly holder weakly whispers.

“Don’t let your guard down team, lying is all she has,” Ladybug has to tell them again, despite already going over this with them.

La Farfalla grimaces at the sound of Ladybug’s voice. She didn’t hear what was said but knew Ladybug spoke. She especially hated Ladybug. She hated her so much. Angry tears pour down her face. She wanted to wish everyone who wronged her out of existence. Every single person. If only she had the earrings and ring.

“This Miraculous takes over me…I feel like I have no control. It makes me hurt people. Please help me. I don’t want to be miserable anymore. Save me from it; I can’t hold on to myself!” Lila’s voice cracks painfully.

Ladybug and Chat Noir watch each other. Their partnership as adults is unmatched. With only their eyes and a minuscule nod, they agree that it’s obviously a facade.

“La Farfalla. Give us the brooch,” Chat Noir continues.

Lila cries and finally lifts her head to showcase her tears.

“I don’t want it.Take it. Help me! I’ve been stuck in this repeating nightmare for too long. I wish I was strong enough to fight what takes over me.”

Her wails echo through the silence of the abandoned area.

Rose, who was transformed with the miraculous of the peacock, took pity on the sobbing villain. Rosewing, who helped earlier in the battle by creating an unbreakable monster to protect the heroes from one of the dangerous akumas.

“Lila, everything is going to be okay.” Rosewing’s voice sounds steady and soothing. The peacock hero steps closer, fan held closed. She cautiously reaches out to take the brooch off herself, to “help”.

Finally, Lila had an out.

Lila has no time to hide her smirk before she sticks her cane straight at Rosewing. With the one hero out of position in the circle around her, she can escape. She propels herself above her cane, leaping high.

Ladybug reacts immediately and summons her second lucky charm of the day. She can feel that this is it.

Her team was vital today. She’s proud of everyone. Without Rena Rouge’s illusion, the “Ladybug” La Farfalla targeted wouldn’t of distracted her and let the real Ladybug purify and release the handful of akumas. Without Viperion’s second chance, Ryuko would of disappeared to one of the powerful akumas before she destroyed them with her elemental powers.Thanks to Roi Singe, dangerous powers of akumas went wonky again and again. And of course there’s Chat Noir, who nonstop fought back to back and side to side in this battle with her.

Every single one of the heroes took down akumas left and right and weakened La Farfalla. It was all meant to come down to this. The battle was already won.

She knew they were prepared and following the plan flawlessly.

“Queen Bee, Chat, Pegasus, Tigress, NOW!”

Chat jumps to action, bouncing off his baton and soaring to closely reach La Farfalla’s distance. Pegasus sends Tigress with him in his portal to cut Lila off. Tigress rushes at her, magically fast, successfully getting La Farfalla to pause and change directions in panic. Chat lands perfectly and cataclysms her cane that lifts up to block him. Immediately after, Queen Bee swoops in and uses her readied venom. La Farfalla gets paralyzed in place. Ladybug winds her Yo-yo and wraps her arch enemy in the strings for good measure.

The few main heroes close in.

“It’s over Rossi.” Ladybug declares. There was no spite in her voice, only the assured but exhausted tone of a hero who finally won.

“Finally,” Rena Rouge adds, relieved.

All Lila can do is move her eyeballs, internally screaming in fury. She’s out of moves.

“You thought you pulled a fast one on us,” Queen Bee scoffs. She could laugh but now wasn’t the time.

“Never again,” Carapace comments.

“Lila, it’s time you got what was coming to you. You voluntarily terrorized Paris-” Chat Noir pauses and glances at the woman he’s engaged to, “-and us, for half a decade! You’ve killed, you’ve hurt, you’ve destroyed…”

In his hands are the handcuffs that were summoned by Ladybug’s first Lucky Charm.

He speaks quietly. “You deserve worse than this.”

His father was bad, but Lila was much more clever in all the chaos she created. And somehow, more malicious.

Together, he walks up with Ladybug. They attach the cuffs to her hands.

“Team!-” Ladybug addresses everyone present.

“It’s been a long time coming. Today we reclaim the butterfly miraculous and release the Kwami from evil clutches! Paris will no longer be terrorized from any miraculous, ever again!”

Chat can’t help but lovingly gaze at her while she gives the speech.

Everyone cheers loud bellows, whoops, whistles, and claps.

He notices Ladybug’s most recent Lucky Charm that lays unused in her hand.

He gestures to it.

She further inspects the small rectangle of warm fabric.

She smiles sadly.

“I know what I need this for.”

And finally, Marinette removes the Butterfly brooch from Lila’s self and carefully clutches it. Down came Lila’s costume. Out came the purple Kwami, who looks defeated. He floats towards the ground like a deflated balloon. Ladybug cups her hands to catch Nooroo, wrapping the soft cloth snugly around the being.

“It’s okay Nooroo. You’re safe now. You’ll be alright. Everything will be okay,” Marinette soothes the shaking Kwami. He blinks his eyes open, barely. Chat stays close beside Ladybug, observing Nooroo.

“Ladybug? Chat Noir? I-Is it over?” he quietly inquires.

She nods while she feels her eyes tearing up. Poor thing.

“You can rest now Nooroo. No one will hurt you anymore,” Chat whispers.

Ladybug cooed. “We’ll protect you and every single Kwami. We’ll heal you.”

She passes the snuggled Kwami to Chat.

“One more thing left to do,”

Ladybug turns to the powerless Lila. Lila stared at her wordlessly, a scowl directed towards her. Ladybug removes the handcuffs, and throws them into the air.

“Miraculous Ladybug!”

The battered buildings, destroyed streets, injured civilians, in pain heroes, and damaged battlefield returned to it’s original state through the red, pink, and white swarm.

Lila swallows and lets go of the remains of her pride.

“My heroes! You’ve saved me. I’m free of that overpowering evil…I finally feel like I’m me again.” Lila sobbed. Now that she had no power, she needed to convince them it wasn’t her free will. She plans to apologize and beg.

Marinette has had it.

“You’re freaking shameless. We’re taking you to prison for terrorism, attempted murder, theft, assault, and who knows what else will be added.”

Chat held his lady’s hand in his.

“We’ll let the justice system choose your sentence. I don’t think we’ll see you out on the town in this lifetime.” he smirks.

“I-I!” Lila stutters.

“Save it!” yelled many members of the Miraculous team simultaneously.

Ladybug yanks Lila up to her feet.

“I can’t imagine the infinite life sentences you would get if everyone who’s ever died from your actions didn’t come back from every ‘Miraculous Ladybug’.”

“I-I-I swear it! Once I wore the miraculous it took over my mind. I just t-thought it was just a pretty brooch! It was like I was the bystander of a never ending nightmare. I couldn’t do anything to stop it, it was like a shadow making me an empty, evil shell of the girl I am! I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I did those things. I never wanted this.”

“Cut the crocodile tears!” one of the male heroes jeered.

“There’s a lot of proof, quite a bit, of you being in your mind. Should I mention how when we detained Hawkmoth, you stole the miraculous and said, ‘I’ll be the villain this sad incompetent man wishes he was.’ before transforming and running off?” Ladybug reminds.

“Do you recall the time period where you pursued M-“ Chat’s cut off by Lila’s frustrated scream.

“Yeah yeah, you righteous superheroes got me! But no worries. You know me. I’ll come back in no time. Unlike you, I have certain skills without a dumb little miraculous.” She spits.

“Seriously, how did we let her bamboozle us for so long?” Tigress mumbles under her breath.

Lila smirks but the twitch of her wide eyes betrays her.

“Let’s wrap this up, team. We don’t have to worry about super villains anymore.” Chat moves to collect all of the miraculous.

“Here you go milady,” He hands the many items of the miraculous to her and helps her secure them in her yoyo, to be in her bag when detransformed. Nooroo rests in Chat’s pocket, right next to the brooch.

Besides Ladybug and Chat, the heroes stand as their civilian selves. They look around each other and take in all their friends and acquaintances for the first time, in awe.

“I think I sense a relation here,” Alix comments.

Ladybug half smiles.

“Chat and I will be taking Lila now. We’re forever grateful for the help you’ve all gave us through the years.”

Everyone mutters their thanks and goodbyes.

Ladybug glances at her fiance, unsure eyes debating something. He nods his head.

“Alya, Nino, Chloe, Luka, Kagami…”

He gathers the five people.

“Ladybug and I have something we’ve decided. Meet us at Tom & Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie at closing time tomorrow evening. Come as yourselves of course. We’ll explain everything.”

“Of course,” Kagami confirms, nodding.

“Sure thing,” Luka notes.

“The Dupain-Cheng’s bakery? Won’t they mind?” Chloe wonders out loud.

“No. It’s all fine, trust me.” Ladybug assures.

“I suppose Marinette has always had close ties with the superheroes.” Alya narrows her eyes, looking only at Ladybug.

“It’s a date dudes. Now I don’t know about the rest of you but I sure could use some shut eye.”

Seven out of eight people laugh.

“Yeah. I think Chat and I will head straight home and knock out after dropping Lila off at her new residence. We have a lot to do tomorrow.”

Afterwards, Ladybug and Chat Noir hand off Lila to the guards at the prison.

Lila looks at them blankly. Her frantic tantrum wore off, now that this is actually happening.

“It didn’t need to be this way..” Chat speaks.

“Ugh stop already. You act just like…Them. All you goodies always want to pretend to help and do things for others, when you really just want what’s best for yourselves.”

“That’s just your take on it, Lila. We can’t change what you feel. We’ve tried to get through to you from the beginning. We gave you every chance. You threw your life away. Goodbye,” Ladybug watches the guards walk Lila away with a straight face.

Chat sighs.

“You took the words right out of my mouth, Mari.”

Ladybug wraps her arms around him.

“God, I can’t believe it’s finally over.”

“Not just yet. Last one home is a stinky cheese!”

Chat speeds away. Ladybug lets herself laugh as she chases him down.

 It was Marinette who won. Chat took it easy with the exhausted kwami settled in his pocket.

She detransformed just as Chat pounced through an unlocked window.

“Intruder!” She yells.

He laughs and embraces her.

While they hug, he calls the transformation off.

It’s comforting to feel the magic drop between them.

Tikki and Plagg help fly Nooroo to their makeshift beds.

“Marinette…I’m just so happy that everything went well. We can sleep in, take some days off, finally get on with planning our wedding in peace.”

“Bold of you to assume I don’t have everything planned.” Marinette boops Adrien’s nose.

“You’re right. I should’ve known better than thinking you weren’t gathering all the details in your head,” he smiles sweetly.

Marinette sighs, heart pounding over his smile that she fell in love with so long ago. Her best friend, her partner, her soulmate. It warms her to her core that everything will be okay. The look on his face confirms it for her. 

Adrien spins Marinette to face the other direction and nestles his chin on her shoulder.

They start stepping towards their room together in slow movements, hands clasped.

“In the morning, Fu will be here with the miracle box. He’ll help nurse Nooroo before our visit with Gabriel…” Marinette starts.

“..and then we’ll sleep. And then we’ll meet our friends at the bakery and tell them our decision, 7 pm,” Adrien finishes.

“Good kitty.”

“Are you still sure?” Adrien asks.

“Mhm. We deserve the break. It’s not forever.”

“We’d also be revealing our identities to them.”

“Only them. They have my trust.”

“Mine too.”

They finally make it to their bed. They notice Nooroo breathing softly in Tikki’s little bed.

“He’s sleeping.” Tikki pipes up.

“I can’t wait to get to know him. We’ll take good care of him.”

“Don’t I know it. He’ll be back to his old self in no time, especially with Tikki and I here,” Plagg comments.

“It’ll take some time Plagg. Nooroo has been through a lot,” Adrien tells his kwami.

Marinette and Adrien release each other to settle into their sides of the bed.

They snuggle up together right away.

Tikki and Plagg mean to congratulate their holders on their victory, but see that it can wait.

“I’m ready to knock out too. But first…” Plagg zooms into his cheese safe, while Tikki flies to her cookie stash.

Adrien presses his lips on Marinette’s softly and withdraws his face back, dreamily watching her. She returns a single kiss.

Right after, Marinette turns around, back facing Adrien. Still snuggled, they drifted off to sleep instantaneously.

“Well that was quick,” Plagg declares, chomping down on his cheese.

~~~

Part 2 in the works.

There’s something I have to mention. Firstly, I was a fool for working with Tumblr’s draft system without a backup copy. I posted this fic a week ago, and then somehow deleted the contents excluding the title while in edit mode on my phone. I was moping about losing this for a while. I simply couldn’t rewrite from scratch, something I already had written and was satisfied with. Luckily, I got on the computer I posted it from, and the page with all the words was still stored. Keep in mind that last week, I dejectedly deleted the original post as soon as I realized the words were gone. I hurriedly copy pasted and was able to save it now! My lucky stars. The original page/post never reloaded which is why my fic was still showing on the computer from before. Now I appreciate this more than ever. I was extremely disappointed when this fic had that incident as soon as I posted it, and not one person saw said post yet. Now it lives, so I’m posting this with optimism, instead of the pessimism that usually stays. :) 

#ml #miraculous ladybug #post reveal #adrienette #adrinette #ladynoir #lila new hawkmoth #juleka as tigress the tiger holder #rose as peacock #ml fic #ml fanfic #im so happy i didn't lose this #final battle

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SnK Chapter 103 Poll Results

The chapter 103 poll closed with 2,013 responses. Thank you to everyone who participated!

Another month, another chapter that left people feeling excited! 98% of poll takers rated chapter 103 from good to excellent!

I just cant wait for the next chapter. I'm so HYPED

I like that Isayama for the first time since rts showcased a fast-paced action-packed chapter. Too many questions rn, but imo zeke is 100% w/ paradis, falco won’t die and the female titan will appear, regardless of its inheritor. Eren’s transformation was jizz-worthy

This chapter was both so thrilling and yet so frustrating.  On one hand, so much is happening in just the right amount of panels and it seems Isayama has learned the art of pacing in this arc more successfully than others.  I'm a sucker for tragedy, so the conflicted misery of what is going on is satisfying given the history of the series.  On the other hand, I am still very frustrated in figuring out what exactly is going on, what is being implied, specifically anything involving Zeke

I don’t know what to say. I feel so empty. But the chapter is great!

This month it was a tie for most emotional moment between “Falco trying to encourage unconscious Reiner” and “Armin finally appearing, looking haunted”. We are happy to see that people who love both sides of the conflict were able to have a good emotional tug with this chapter! 

Pretty much every panel that included Falco.  This poor, traumatized child who ran into a literal war zone to get help.

Why are all my waifus getting killed.

With Reiner having no will to live, I guess he’s just going to stay in that crystal thing. Why do we have so many shifters in crystals now (Annie, Lady Tybur and now Reiner)?

I absolutely loved the scene between Falco and Reiner. That was one of the most emotional and sweet moments in SNK. Reiner was ready to sacrifice himself to save the child. I truly love how warm and protective he is towards children. I hope that both will survive. I want Reiner to find happiness and see how great person he really is. He made mistakes but regrets them. He learnt his lesson. Now is time to move on.

This one was a landslide win with Armin’s entrance taking the victory. It seems that months of waiting to see his return finally paid off! We’re sure many of you guys are hoping to see his Colossal form next month!

Eren transforming three times within a half an hour is incredible, but the most amazing part of the chapter was Armin's entrance as the colossal titan. The explosion looked catastrophic, can't wait to see it animated!

I literally screamed when I saw Armin, I’m so happy to see him with the Survey Corps, but his face worries me slightly. I’m also sad we didn’t get to see his titan form.

Not as epic as the last one but so glad to see Armin again. Sasha's sniping skills and Eren mindblowing everybody (Porco in particular) were the best parts.

While the majority of you guys are certain Zeke is only acting on his own agenda, there’s plenty of division on whether he could be siding with Eren alone or with Paradis as a whole. One thing that does seem certain to the majority is that he’s definitely not working in Marley’s favor. 

Zeke probably thinks he and Eren are the same because they were both manipulated by Grisha or so he thinks. If he realizes that Eren probably doesn't hate their dad, Zeke's attitude towards his brother will possibly change. 

Zeke's the one with most awareness that the cycle will repeat so long as shifters exist, his unique perspective is knowing what Grisha taught him as well as having the total trust of the Marley from a young age, and having physically gone and seen the island and witnessed their struggles with the titans, and met Eren who is the direct result of Grisha's continued plans.  There is no one who should be more impartial and aware that this is a unending cycle, it seems he's finally coming to terms with having to do something about it after all his life simply being a pawn of people in what he assumed was a more influential position than him.

Every chapter I say "This is definitely the chapter we finally see what Zeke is up to" and every chapter it just gets more confusing...

I seriously doubt that Zeke is working with Paradis. One thing would be to act like an enemy but he literally killed a bunch of SC soldiers, I doubt the SC would be ok with that. Also, Levi looked PISSED AF! I doubt Zeke died and he's still suspicious but I'm betting on him having his own ulterior motives.

I don't think Zeke is working with the SC. It was hard to answer these questions when the options contradict my feelings and understanding of the chapter so much.

So. Good ol' Zeke. He's like David S. Pumpkins; he's his own thing. I'm still of the belief that he's working towards his own objective but now I'm more open to the idea that he may have something set up with SC via Eren as his point of contact (who, of course, is definitely working with/for SC). But it's clear that even if they are both aware of the chain of events unfolding before their eyes, both sides have something they want badly in the end and will probably "betray" each other without hesitation to get it at some point.

The survey corps has a plan but Zeke and Eren also have a separate plan they're not aware of. And on top of all of that Zeke has his own plan for his own personal agenda.

Zekerets

The general consensus is that there’s more in store for Zeke in this story, even if it means he managed to transfer his consciousness to his Eldian ass. ;) Most of you are positive we will be seeing more from Zeke in future chapters!

If Zeke is dead, I will watch the live action movie 10 times in a row

Levi cut Zeke out of the Beast Titan's neck while everyone was distracted by Armin's transformation. Then after Zeke made his getaway, Levi blew the shit out of the rest of the nape to destroy the evidence and make everyone think Zeke was dead.

Zeke escaped upwards using 3dmg right as levi was supposed to attack him, causing zeke to be assumed KIA

Well, looks like Zeke has been vaporised, playtime's over kids, let's head back home now!

I find it hard to believe that Zeke got taken down this easily again. I also find it odd that we don't see the clothing he's wearing inside his titan, but we do see what the others are wearing in their titans. Looking back, it seems that's the way it was before, too. But I think it would be a cool plot twist if he had 3DMG equipped this time, considering he did take Mike's 3DMG a while back.

While the majority believe that Levi is working along with Zeke, there is division on whether Levi has decided to let go of his promise to Erwin to kill Zeke. Over half of the voters believe that Levi still intends to kill Zeke when all is said and done, but a good 31% of you believe that he may have decided to let it go for the greater goal.

If the Zeke-Survey Corps alliance isn't real then Isayama must be the biggest troll ever. Also, I believe Levi has always shown that he'll do what's best for humanity/Eldia (even if it means doing unpleasant things) so I don't think the alliance is as far-fetched as other people believe.

Still waiting for that sweet Levi's Revenge™

Levi!   I love how emotional Levi gets when it comes to keeping his promise to Erwin; nothing can get a rise out of him anymore or get him to max rage except Zeke.  I hope we find out sooner rather than later what Zeke is up to, but there is no way that Levi is going to let him walk out of this alive, even if he is part of the current plan.  

Regarding Levi wanting to Kill Zeke, while he'd prefer to kill him by his own hands we already know he'd be willing to feed him to someone so the Titan power isn't lost. I personally think Zeke agreed, since he has a a year left at best,

While there was a small shift in ratio, the majority of you guys still believe that Pieck is not totally trustful of Zeke. There have been plenty of analyses floating around believing that she may have seen Zeke leaving the Beast Titan after Levi’s attack. 

The question about Pieck being mistrustful of Zeke isn't worded very well because if I answer yes it makes it seem like I'm part of the 70% and haven't changed my mind when I'm in fact part of the 30% and haven't changed my mind.

This question was mainly for fun, but Lady Tybur decidedly wins the award for Best “Bitch Please” Face™. Hopefully we get more fun looks from her next chapter! 

Imma let you finish, but Lady Tybur has the best side eye in all of SnK

Ms. Tyber has the best death glare!

There’s some division on this question, but it’s a near-tie between Armin getting involved in the fight and the Paradis crew’s ticket out of Marley showing up. 

They'll drop sour cream bombs

At this point John Cena might as well show up.

Annie will arrive (let me dream)

I think time is running for them to scape "safely", but not necessarily through a zeppelin

I think what Jean & Zeke mean by "It's almost time/times running out" is that Eren needs to make contact with Zeke before the Colossal Wall Titans arrive so Eren will be able to control them. If Eren doesn't touch Zeke before the Wall Titans arrive, everyone including the SC & Eldians will die.

I believe that the question about the lights up are relationed with Hanji, after all, Armin is too distance. In fact, I think that the thoughts about an escape through a zepplin are a little bit awkward.  And I think that zeke escaped using the DMT, wich he took when he said goodbye to piecke and porko, before eren showed up.

Most of you still believe that Jean is clinging onto his humanity (and with good reason after he called Floch out in the previous chapter for being too zealous). The expectation is that he will avoid harming Falco or that someone else will step in and do the dirty work instead. 

I noticed that jean is only attacking the shifters on shiganshina battle arc. which can tell a lot about his war ethics and strategics. he’s only fighting those who declared war on them first, almost as if trying to ignore those who got caught up into it.

Jean will kill Falco. I think becasue it's a callback for that girl from MP that Jean couldn't kill from Uprising

Last month nearly all of the scores were tied with both pessimism and optimism about Annie’s fate. This month, there seems to be more optimism, but most people are still hanging out in the area of uncertainty. We hope to get a clear answer soon!

Since Eren said that the crystal was, as expected, unbreakable AFTER pointing out it was like Annie's, I take that to mean he has tried chewing Annie's crystal open but failed like he did this time. I'm not sure why so many people seem to be taking this to mean that he was able to eat Annie when the scene actually reassures me that he hasn't

I had absolutely no hope for Annie being alive, but seeing Lady Tybur being conscious while inside the crystal changed my mind. Annie could still be alive. And if she is, she spent YEARS in the crystal while being aware of her surroundings??? I am shook

It has already been hinted several times that Annie would eventually return. I don't think Isayama would forget about her, and if it appears to be true, that she's returning next chapter, I hope to see her work with the Survey Corps, or a backstory/flashback, which explains the reason why she'll be working with the Survey Corps from now on.

Almost 35% of you are ready to just see Lady Tybur kick the bucket already, but a good 28% of you would at least like to see her have a chat with Eren first.

why do so many people want lady tybur to die?? i don’t understand?? she’s cool and has done nothing wrong to anyone like ever??? she’s even called a villain?? excuse me tell me one villainous thing she did?? she’s a decent human being but i guess how dare she beat eren’s ass up and defend her people... 🤦🏻‍♀️

Eren needs to swallow her whole (insert lemmy face)

Over 60% of you believe that the Survey Corps’ goal is to kill the enemy titan shifters.

I strongly disagree with having only 2 options in the "capture or to kill them?" question. The real answer, is, I believe, either one. If they can deprive Marley of a weapon and add it to their strength, is clearly the ideal. But, if the choice comes down to kill or they escape, they'll absolutely just kill them. Depriving your enemy of a weapon is always a better choice than letting them continue attacking you with it, in the hopes you could take it later.

I still maintain that the goal was to avoid any and all combat with the shifters; hence Pieck and Porcos trap. (Why bother setting the whole thing up? Why not just kill them?) My guess is that capturing them for their titan powers was the next step, although that's obviously failed. I feel like the end game here is to gather all the titan somehow and unite them for...??? Something??? World peace??? Shit, that sounds like a good idea. Unrealistic but good.

It’s a near-tie between believing that either Zeke orchestrated capturing Porco and Pieck or believe that he did it as a larger plan with the Survey Corps.

Maybe Zeke wanted to isolate Pieck and Porco in the trap, to save their lives?

Most of you seem to have given up on figuring out Trapdoor-kun’s identity. But a fair chunk of you think it could have been a current day Eldian restorationist! There’s still a good amount of you who believe it’s Connie as well.

Hiroyuki Sawano

Erwin it was erwin. You thought he was dead? You fool he's not!  He's immortal,  he's still here and  with the strength of his eyebrows he will kick everyone's ass.

I really don't care at this point

One thing is certain, at least 65% of you guys believe that the Jaeger Brothers have the best Eldian asses! It seems nice booties run in the family! 

I can forgive people supporting  Marley, but WHO THE HELL VOTED ON ZEKE ASS?????

Everyone who chose zeke’s Titan as having the best ass is a furry goodbye

Levi is jealous of Zeke's Eldian ass.

porco got a nice ass uwu

That question.... I don't care about titan's butts -_-

I like Eldian asses

Predicting who Isayama kills off has always been difficult, but over half of you believe that Pieck is going to be toast in the next chapter, with Jean following in  second, Porco a distant third.

Gabi you better not be aiming that rifle at my husbando Jean also can everyone of Paradis and Eldia have a party at the newly created bay, I want the warriors AND the SC to live please and thank you

Pieck and Porco will likely die next chapter 😪

I swear to god Flocke if you lay even one finger on little Falco or Gabi I will personally hunt you down, you'll be lucky if I find you first though. Because other wise the Armored titan will kill you dead. You will then, rest in pieces.

Protect Jean and Falco 2k18

pieck cant die, nor can any 104th  members

At 57%, a majority are thirsty for answers on the Paradis Crew’s last 4 years. 

I need Paradis flashbacks but first I'd like to be sure no one major dies, thanks.

I stg we'll have that fucking Paradis flashback right before Levi's death. Fucking Isayama.

I really don’t want a crap ton of flashbacks I’m Ngl I just kinda wanna get moving I know the q and a said stuff but like that’s my thought at the moment.

I really hope the next chapters a flashback to paradis i mean it would be neat for the 104th chapter to be a flashback ABOUT THE 104TH

As expected of the redditors, you’re still the overwhelming majority of the poll takers! ;)

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So chomping down on Lady Tybur's crystal won't break it and apparently neither will the thunder spears. We still haven't seen Eren try to use his hardening ability to break it but honestly, I think his only option now is to use the coordinate. It could be revealed soon that only the person inside the crystal can break themselves out and by using the coordinate, Eren can order her to do so. After all, we've seen Eren control mindless titans, but would unlocking the full powers of the founding titan allow him to control shifters as well?

Bertholdt's death was such a surprise to Porco... When Reiner returned to Marley, he gave his full report about what had happened, so if he was aware of Bertholdt's death, then he would have reported it, thus leading to Porco knowing that Bertholdt was already dead. Does that mean that Reiner has no idea that Bertholdt is dead? Was he hoping that Bertholdt managed to escape and was still alive on Paradis?

"Friendship ended with mr Kruger, now Reiner is my best friend." - Falco

Personally I'm not a huge fan of action heavy chapters like this as they take a few read throughs to get a good picture of what's going on. Although I do think the intention at the minute is to make us feel a bit lost as to motivations and who is supporting who. So I'm going to roll with it and be surprised when the reveals happen.

I think Porco will get Marcel's confession memory soon.

Even if it's all a plan made by Zeke and Scouts, the fact that SC soldiers still died , unaware of the bigger plan, makes me really sad. It's like with the plan to capture Annie back in the Giant Trees forest and Stohess. Back then it was Erwin who organized the plan, now it's Hanji's turn?

I. WANT. ANNIE. TO. RETURN.

I want Bert to Mufasa the fuck out of Reiner

Zeke is lucky he had royal blood as a bargaining chip to convince Paradis to team up. Otherwise he stood no chance if they had to fight for real. I don't think Zeke is a master planner, maybe he has an end goal, but he isn't a genius who has planned every step to get there. He gets lucky and bailed out by others and his conveniently relevant Senju DNA too often to be a keikaku master.

GIB COLOSSAL NO-LONGER-COCONUT

In before Jean's thrust into mortal danger via Gabi and Armin shows up to save his ass at the last second YET AGAIN

everyone simmer down like people in this fandom need to steal some of erens drinks from his apparently extensive alcohol stash like gdi I’m losing it guys I have a family and stuff I have alife and y’all losinf it and making me go crazy too like w t f.

Honestly, I was over the moon when Levi took down Zeke, but it did seem a little too easy...I highly doubt Zeke would go down easily. Also, Armin's haunted expression broke my heart. You can see the pain in his eyes, and that makes me even more curious about what's happened on Paradis over the last few years.

In my first read i thought that Armin had a ponytail and i got excited. Some users corrected me and when i re-read the chapter i found it was just his hand. I feel betrayal

Eren has more stamina than the Energiser Battery Rabbit: he can just keep on going, and going, and going...

I spent the entire chapter going "Get back in the damn titan, Porco!" I died with the panzer squad. RIP me."

Low key I have had no idea what’s been happening since 101

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To Find Hope

Three Blind Tooke Part Three Death is an Art

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Three Blind Tooke 

 Part Three: Death is an Art

 Chapter Forty-Six: To Find Hope

 the sky is painted anew each day

to remind us not to get lost along the way

because as we grow, we will come to see:

life always changes, yet hope will forever be

 Dissuading the former Knight of Ren from again utilizing the moniker Super Tooke was nothing that you had to waste your time with. He had decided to drop some of his bias for the sake of the potential missions that the pair of you would work together. In many ways, the two of you were similar. You had adopted several names throughout your life, and here he had done the same. As a step towards moving away from his history as a man serving under Kylo Ren or Snoke, he had decided to change his name. Navrin claimed that he would not don the armor that had been with him for years for very much longer. To shed it completely would be to move fully forward from his past. That was a terrifying thing to do, as you yourself well knew. You looked at his armor with a new appreciation. He was being allowed to choose to leave it behind. When you had been captured, your uniform had been forcibly taken from you. The transition back into the Resistance had been rocky, and it remained so; but the difference was that you were able to make choices here. Accepting the nickname from Dameron. Picking out from a small selection what clothes you would often wear. A willing assimilation into this life.

 He continued to wear the armor through the use of the flight sim. You had opted to go second in order to have more time to clear your mind of thoughts that would otherwise distract you. This potential mission was something you truly wanted. The growing passion would refuse to be extinguished regardless if you were accepted or not. It would, should all things go well, lack violence.

 When it was your turn, you successfully went into things with a clear mind. The same way it had been back during your training to become an LDS for the splinter cell. Your skills as a pilot were unrefined in comparison with many of your allies. Some vessels were foreign to you, and it took time to learn their different quirks. Thus it came as no surprise to witness a crash within the first minute. This transport shuttle was a temperamental slag bucket. You pinched your lips together while mentally running through each and every one of your actions. It was easy to deduce where you had gone wrong. Remedying that mistake, your next run lasted longer. The landing was what did it. You did not technically crash, however the potential of whiplash to possible children passengers was too high. The nature of your possible upcoming mission dictated that it was not acceptable.

 The limited amount of resources dictated that your time running through the sims was less than what you may have hoped for. You did manage to improve with every run, however you knew before the results were given that Navrin had had the superior performance. You wondered about his past, his familiarity with the model.

 The pair of you sat side-by-side away from the rest of the Resistance members who were still quite busy with their work. “It isn’t meant to have passengers, is it?”

 “No,” Navrin said. He paused for a moment, shrugged, and began to speak again. “That is why it is best suited for this mission. It is common in that sector. It has low defenses and no offence.” You winced at that fact, mostly because there would be children aboard. Limitations could help or they could hinder. To have a nonthreatening ship raised the potential of it being the former. “We won’t be completely unarmed.” He looked to you as he spoke. You brushed back some of your hair then looked to the sky. Clouds had started to gather, though there was little threat of rain. A part of you wished that it would rain. A drizzle. No storm.

 Both of you would have weapons, although this would do little good against enemy fire while in the depths of space. The Resistance would not risk sending a trained Force sensitive. That would increase the risk of the Order of Ren being drawn to the location. The greatest threat, for the time being, would be the First Order and also the usual pirates. There had been less attacks in that sector of space from pirates in part due to First Order activity. Many such individuals had gone underground, so to speak. Navrin was not ignorant of the Force, but he was not trained as Rey had been. There was no blood connection with Kylo as there was with Luke and Leia. The familiarity of the Knight was still a potential problem.

 “So… This is what limbo feels like.” You snorted in amusement at Navrin’s words. The wait to learn whether or not you would be given a mission was always agonizing. You felt too much like you were sitting there twiddling your thumbs and doing nothing. “I’m going to see if I can help with anything.” He rose to his feet. You lingered there for a second longer prior to mimicking his movements. Navrin had the right attitude about things. There were many ways to be productive. The smallest task was nothing to balk at.

 There were other missions that your allies were preparing themselves for. As you helped to unload supplies from a newly arrived craft, you chatted with the other members of the Resistance who were working with or near you. The flight sim would be assisting a team of pilots in preparing to steal several First Order ships on a series of missions. You did not know the full details, and you doubted that you were at liberty to obtain those finer bits of information. This news merely confirmed suspicions that you, and many others in the Resistance, had already been harboring. It was the one way to harm the First Order simultaneous to expanding the Resistance fleet. For the pilots to act similarly with the Order of Ren, that would be trickier. Such missions would have to be placed on the back burner.

 Mercy missions like the one that you had your eyes on were spread across the board as well. There was the lingering threat of violence towards Resistance allies, even those who had not joined the cause from a battle standpoint. Several had instead offered food and supplies. What you were assisting in removing from the craft was proof that support came in many forms.

 What you fought for, what those in the Resistance risked their lives for, was a better universe. One without the threat of the First Order or the Order of Ren. In order for such a place to exist, waiting until the fighting was done would never do. Reparations had to be completed alongside winning battles, winning the war.

 “Are we still short on medical supplies?” you asked. The human medic you had addressed paused in his steps. He held his hand up, palm flat and facing the ground, and wobbled it back and forth. You understood what he meant. There was always a shortage when the stakes were this high, when there was always the chance of multiple injuries. At least, you thought, Resistance allies had been able to spare some.

 After completing the task of offloading the supplies, you found yourself wandering about the base. Conversations buzzed in your ear. You were able to make out only a few words here and there. The Force. Order of Ren. First Order. Wishes for specific foods. That was a huge one; so many were homesick, but they would not abandon the cause. If the Resistance lost, there would quite possibly be no home to go to. Planets had been enslaved by the Empire in the past, and the First Order had done the same thing. The amount of information that Navrin and Finn were able to provide better put into perspective just how similar the two were. Not that you had had any doubts. Theory was, however, much different than when one had solid proof.

 Finn, Rey, and Luke were seated together in a sloppy triangle. Their eyes were closed, and you suspected that they were in a state of meditation. General Organa usually partook in this activity, so her absence sparked a sense of curiosity in you.

 Leaving the three Force users alone, you sought out the woman, and soon found her speaking with Lieutenant Connix. Rose also stood near them, however she was busy working on a datapad. You remained standing apart from them. Watching, observing. You did not feel quite so alienated anymore. The yearning to interact was complimented by the necessity to simply watch those you cared for. Appreciate all of the small things, everything that you had, at one point, believed you would never see again. You loved living. You felt such a strong surge of emotion bubbling in your chest at your desire to enjoy every second that passed. These brief moments of peace, which would hopefully someday be commonplace, were everything to you.

 You had to let go of all bitterness and resentment that you had allowed into your heart. You did not want to be a monster, not some vessel for hate.

 It was far from easy, and more often than not it was a conscious effort on your part. You had accepted that you could not go back to being the person you had been. It did not prevent you from subconsciously attempting to go back to old habits. There the bitterness would rear its head. Those times were becoming less frequent. Accepting that you would, if selected officially for the mission, be the copilot instead of the lead, it revealed that you did not have to prove yourself. You did not have to be the best in whatever new path you took; it was not about making up for what had changed. It was finding joy along the way.

 If the Force amplified feelings, both the positive and the negative, you understood how it was that people such as Ben Solo could stray, could become creatures like Kylo Ren.

 You could also see how it was that Navrin had been able to grow into a Resistance fighter rather than remain a Knight of Ren.

 “Do I stick with Supernova?” Navrin asked when the sun had begun to set and the two of you were in the temporary barracks together. You were sitting on the same bunk together. Backs facing the other, feet planted on the ground on opposite sides of the furniture. “Are you feeling Super?” It was difficult to not smile at that. He was speaking in a monotone. But there was something so guarded there, something that was also raw. Fear of rejection. He felt like an outcast.

 You stretched your arms above your head. Felt your spine cracking, tension in your muscles easing. “Super tired.” You pressed your lips together. A moment of silence. “You can call me by my name if you want. Or Nova. Supernova. Just not Tooka or Tooke.”

 He slipped under the covers of the bottom bunk, whereas you climbed up onto the top. The decision to sleep had been after General Organa had approached the two of you to officially hand over the mission. As you had suspected, Navrin would act as pilot. You had believed that a third Resistance member would be put onto the mission with you. A sort of supervisor given how most viewed both you and Navrin was being compromised. There would technically be a second team. Their initial destination was identical, but from there things changed. They would not have children with them. That was all that you knew. It was a safety measure just in case either team was later captured. Just like how the splinter cells had operated. You had a vague notion that this was similar to how the Knights of Ren had operated when it had come to their relationship with the First Order under Snoke.

 In the morning, the two of you and the pair in the other team were equipped with improved gear including comm devices with new scrambles that Rose had helped to put together. There would be no long range communications. It would put the two missions at risk. More importantly, the ‘cargo’ at risk. The clothing also had to been inconspicuous. Nothing with a Resistance insignia. You hated having to leave your jacket behind. It had been a comfort on several levels. You refused to leave behind the rings, the small sentimental belongings that reminded you of your time with Kylo. Reminded you how you had changed. Not just changed, but grown. There were parts of you that you loved.

 You loved that your current mission was not focused on killing, but on saving. You had killed so many. Had watched just as many die. This change of pace was a good thing.

 It was Navrin who seemed completely out of place. No longer donning the armor of a Knight of Ren. No mask or helmet to conceal his face. The change of scenery, not being stuck on this base with people constantly eyeing him with distrust that he could understand, would help him as he transitioned into the full swing of things. News of the Order of Ren had put everyone on their guard. It was one of the reasons Rey had to sit away from the main camp to meditate.

 All four of you were loaded into a shuttle that would take you to the first drop off. It was there that Navrin would begin piloting the transport with you as his backup and guard. You patted the blaster that was at your hip. There was a scope attachment tucked into a pouch on the other side of your waist. You were also in possession of a vibroblade, and strongly believed that your three allies were as well. The two who would not be joining you on the mission had thermal detonators. You hoped that they would not have to use them in a manner that would cost them their lives though it was something you had all signed on for. Navrin had been given a small blaster. He had close range weapons beyond the vibroblade.

 You had opted to sit across from Navrin. A young Resistance member, humanoid, was beside you. A human female diagonally. No one spoke during the ride. The jump through hyperspace rocked each of you. You stared out the viewport. The dots of stars became long lines.

 In that silence, your mind wandered to Ip. To everything that he had taught you. You looked over at Navrin; it was then that you realized, no matter what, your life had been filled with mentors. Your parents, namely your father. Various instructors in the Resistance, but mostly Ip. In a way, Kylo Ren, and then Rey. Dameron had reached out to you when you had returned, back when everyone had believed that Kylo was dead. You had been wrapped up in your own problems, yet that had not prevented you from seeing that Navrin had socialized here and there, had spoken mostly with Rey, however had spent the majority of his time on the periphery.

 You had lost mentors to death. Maybe he had reacted so strongly to Kylo’s ‘death’ by being hateful towards you because he hadn’t. It was new. He wanted to cling onto the past while moving forward. Wanted someone to guide him; memories could serve as a thread to follow. He had been following Kylo’s in reverse. From Ben to Kylo; from a Knight to Navrin.

 You really had not expected to ever seize such a title, a role. Nor were you arrogant enough to believe that you could do so by force. Once the two of you were alone in the transport shuttle, Navrin in the pilot’s chair, you asked him. Asked if he wanted someone to help him go through this vast change so that he wouldn’t be lost in a sea of despair. When you had first learned to swim, your father had held a hand underneath you to ensure that you wouldn’t drown.

 “There are many ways this could end poorly,” he murmured. “Even if the Force is with you, it may not be on your side.”

 You wrapped your arms around your midsection. The long sleeves of your shirt were loose. The pair of you had the appearance of a young married couple. Maybe that had been part of the plan set into motion by those of higher ranks in the Resistance.

 “You are a very glum person.” You were grinning despite your words. So was he. Navrin was not rejecting your offer. If anything, he was proving that he did want help. He did not want to live a life without hope. For so long—how long?—he had been in a position of power; aware that the First Order fleet was superior in size and firepower to the Resistance and the New Republic. He was not accustomed to being the underdog. “I think that’s why General Organa wanted you on this mission. My father told me that he participated in the war against the Empire so that I wouldn’t have to face war. He prepared me for one just in case, but… That’s it. The children. Hoping that the next generation won’t make our same mistakes, won’t be subjected to these horrors. The galaxy widely believed that the Force was gone...the Jedi gone. These children, they’re Force sensitive. They represent many things. A new generation. That hope isn’t lost even when you don’t see it immediately. It exists. You just have to search the right place to find it.”

 “And so you’ll protect them?”

 “With my life, if it comes down to it.”

 Novrin grunted, the sound preceding a comment in regards to how Kylo, too, was protected by blood that had been shed from you. The argument that it had been taken rather than given failed to leave your lips. You had wanted him to be alive. And while you did not condone the actions he had taken, you did wonder if you would have willingly given him some of your blood if he had asked, if he had told you what it was for. Rey had once placed her trust that he could change. You had as well. And Navrin…

 The habit of toying with the rings on your necklace once more presented itself. The former Knight had started to speak again. There was time to kill before you arrived for the children. Time to learn one another, time to mentally prepare yourselves for whatever might come. Should it be the First Order, their goal would be to kill you and the children. It was the Order of Ren that caused pause. Navrin spoke of how Kylo Ren had studied both Sith and Jedi lore. The deceased Snoke had pushed for the grandson of Darth Vader to be an embodiment of both the Dark and the Light. Which had Navrin wondering if there were other artifacts. Not only from the Sith but the Jedi as well. Rey, Master Skywalker, and Finn had the sacred texts from Ach-To. But there would be more out there.

 Kylo Ren had managed to cheat death by using the Force. That had been a Sith technique. Would he also have started to learn the Jedi techniques for healing?

 There would be no winning this war if you, and others, did not embrace that the Force was in everyone. That it connected everyone. A tide of good and evil. Potential. The children, you thought again, were proof of that.

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Attrition of Peace

Thirty-Two: Axel

Percy Forces Me to Take a Bath

(Or: High Stakes for Tangoing with the Wrong Partner)

As Axel twisted, rolled, and hopped around the crisscrossed wire trap that Leo had thoughtfully left before checking on Calypso, Axel cursed the oversight of two major faults in his plan.

One: every time he tried to strike his lighter to cast magic, Percy’s storm would huff out or spray out the flame. Each time Axel successfully struck Percy, the winds and rain only got worse. He couldn’t make any further offerings or incantations.  

His old, close friend and mentor, Prometheus, would have chastised him for such a lack of foresight over fire.

The second oversight made the fight far more complicated.

Cut his head off and sacrifice his blood over the fire of his flaming friend, the Leonis Caput ordered.

No, Axel internally hissed, feeling the Leonis Caput wrestling for control like the monster’s claws could clench the edges of his skull to rip it out of his head. At times, Axel had let it win. The Leonis Caput was stronger and faster than he was, but a bit extreme on homicidal tendencies.

Initially, Axel wanted to play it easy, since he didn’t want to hurt Percy or the others. But, when Axel saw Percy heal himself with the water he’d summoned to encase his leg. Axel wished he’d treated this like a proper battle and followed the Leonis Caput’s orders for total maiming.

           He knew Alabaster would have been a better match to fight Percy, and, with Axel’s true sight and fear magic, he should have fought Hazel. But the Cloven Terror would have murdered Percy at the first opportunity to do so.

That was why Axel needed to keep Alabaster from thinking this fight was going poorly. Axel couldn’t spare a glance to see how Alabaster and Euna were handling Hazel, but he hoped she’d be distracted until Pax succeeded in his mission.

His brother needed to hurry. They needed a diversion to escape. Sure, they’d taken out two powerhouses early. Axel had seen Kally knock out Frank through the Mist, after Pax finished off Jason in a split second impersonation of Piper when—ehem—Jason was disoriented and… in a lot of pain that was embarrassing for any man.

But they wouldn’t keep it up for long. Percy was about to make the next massive natural disaster in New York.

With any luck, this fight would distract Eris with giddiness about a needless battle, hopefully enough to overlook Merry and Calex’s escape. A stupid plan, but hopefully an effective one. If Eris was anything like an evil version of her son—Axel knew Pax could be distracted with trying to touch his tongue to his nose for hours.[1] This would be her sole focus.

When going in for his next attack, Axel tried to balance instinct with awareness: altering the strength of his lunge to account for the increasing wind resistance. Twisting to dodge the firehose-style spray of water from Percy. Glancing down to assure he didn’t do a handspring into one of Leo’s wire traps. Maintaining forward momentum. Internally wrestling the Leonis Caput into silence.

He tore his claws into the ground, forcing his way into what would soon be the eye of the storm.

Percy was ready for him.

No matter how much Axel tried to contort the Mist, Percy now seemed to know where he was. Axel speculated that Percy could use the sheen of sweat and storm water coating Axel’s skin to detect him.[2]

When Axel rolled in with a low jab at Percy’s thigh, Riptide clashed against his hoplite sword.

Axel’s blade shattered on impact.

He reflexively dropped the hilt, already withdrawing one of the ornate gladii Hephaestus fixed up for him in his left hand.

“Dude, you’ve gotta skip out on the discount blacksmiths,” Percy said through gritted teeth.

Axel withheld scoffing at the irony. He twisted towards Percy—having learned he always had to keep on the move to stay out of the water—and parried Riptide away from his legs.

Unfortunately, Percy had worn the Nemean Lion pelt before, and knew Axel’s lower half was vulnerable. Each time Axel risked rising from a crouch, he knew where Percy would be aiming.

In a moment of sheer luck, the gladius didn’t break.

Which meant Riptide would be occupied for the split second Axel needed to follow through with his empty hand.

Axel twisted the gladius, forcing Percy’s sword into an arch away from him. One of Luke’s favorite disarming moves—though Axel never used it for disarming. He thought every warrior should die with their weapon in hand.

As Axel suspected, Percy knew the counter to the move, but Axel gained a half second for a dangerous gamble.

While their blades were locked, Axel lunged in with his empty hand, reaching for Percy’s sword hand. Although it was risky and went against his standard motto, if he could break Percy’s dominate wrist—

Percy saw the movement and twisted to intercept Axel’s fist with his freehand. Their opposing hands locked, mimicking the stalemate of their swords, like he and Percy were about to begin a wrestling match.

Percy scowled. “I’m tired of batting around, Lion Breath. You’re going to tell me where my sister is, or I’m going to remind you why cats don’t like bathes.”

Axel grinned. Percy had forgotten an important weapon that Axel had.

He latched his claws into Percy’s skin—Percy screamed in pain—and started to turn the limb in a basic arm bar, hoping to bend Percy’s arm behind his back and take him to his knees… before he realized that Percy’s maneuver was bait.

Axel had stayed in one place for too long.

A blast of water flooded out of Percy’s hands.

Axel expected to be shot backwards.

Instead, he felt the abrupt impact with the ground, the water hosing him with enough pressure to keep him pinned.

For an instance, Axel couldn’t hear, taste, see, or smell anything except salt water and a roaring sound. His sense of touch was acute, however, indicative by the battery against the Nemean Lion skin. If he hadn’t been wearing it, Percy might have ripped his skin off and broken his bones.

Despite that, if Percy kept increased the pressure anymore, Axel’s back might break. Axel dug his claws into the ground, trying to drag himself forward, but he couldn’t lift an arm under the hosing.

And he wasn’t sure how long it would be before the water encased him. In past battles, Percy was most likely to kill people when he went on a hurricane spree, whether he realized enemy soldiers were drowning around him or not. Indiscriminate and blind, like the real storm.

The roar of water and the pressure on his back disappeared, replaced by two coinciding noises.

One was Hazel’s voice, screaming something about Percy in a panic.

The other sound was a set of gunshots, three in rapid succession, with such a pattern that Axel could almost hum to one in the head, two in center mass.

Axel grunted as he twisted to see what happened, something his body didn’t want to cooperate with after the battery.

The storm hiccupped for a moment, like the winds themselves were holding their breath.

Percy glanced over to check why Hazel had shouted.

She stood with her free hand outstretched towards Percy. Her brow was furrowed with concentration and sweat soaked her skin. Her golden eyes were wide with terror.

The son of Poseidon had the same delayed reaction Axel did upon noticing three golden bullets suspended inches from impacting him: two by his chest, one by his cheek.

Everyone froze. Percy’s reaction summed up everyone’s perfectly.

“Oh shit,” he said.

Alabaster stared at Percy, maybe six feet away, stunned. His green eyes glimmered with desperation under the Cloven Terror helm. If Axel had to guess, Alabaster had the same worry about Percy killing Axel that Axel had.

The pistol was in Alabaster’s nondominate hand, still aimed at Percy’s head. His spell book was in his other hand, likely to figure out an incantation to stop Hazel.

Euna stood adjacent to Hazel. She glanced from the suspended bullets, to Hazel’s vulnerable side, shrugged, and went in to stab the girl.

Axel could at least be proud of Euna for one thing: he no longer needed to talk to her about situational awareness. Maybe tact, but not situational awareness.

Before Euna could make contact, Hazel’s eyes narrowed and she twisted her spatha in a parry. Hazel’s other hand followed the movement.

So did the bullets.

They reversed course, back towards Alabaster and Euna. Something thin and sharp slashed into Axel’s calf right before he saw the shards of his broken celestial bronze and imperial gold swords, daggers, and knives hover into the air, like balloon mines. They sparkled in the sparse moonlight that trickled through Percy’s storm clouds, creating surreal constellations all around them.

To Axel’s alarm, he felt his harnesses and straps tug him off his feet and into the air with the other metals.

Frantic, Axel fumbled to claw off all his scabbards and sheathes that were dangling him like a carnival target at a water gun range. If Percy decided to start shooting, there’d be nothing he could do. Plus, Axel wasn’t in the mood to take any trips by precious metal flight.

Not all of his metal seemed effected. His helm and obsidian blades weren’t tearing him into the air: items blessed by other gods. Axel guessed the Cloven Terror helm, Alabaster’s staff, and Backbiter wouldn’t be going for a joyride either.

Axel collapsed back to the ground with the snap of his last harness. He did a break fall, rolling away from Percy and from Leo’s wire traps, towards his friends, to see if Alabaster or Euna had been struck by those bullets.

All the shards of jagged metal, imperial gold daggers, celestial bronze xiphoses[3] flew towards Alabaster and Euna in a spinning, shimmery storm. Percy’s wind suddenly redoubled, adding to the apocalyptic feel as droplets of water cut into Axel’s skin, making it difficult to see.

For an instant, Axel though Hazel was about to tear them to pieces with the world’s most impromptu and largest shredder.

Alabaster mouthed a spell while a wall of vines shot out of the earth.

But the combined metal storm dashed right through the vines, and didn’t seem bothered by Alabaster’s incantation. Instead of shredding them, they rapidly clustered into blocks around Alabaster and Euna’s hands and feet.

Within a second, they were strung up, hands and feet encased in solid, gleaming blocks. Hazel flicked her finger, and the blocks around their hands rose several feet, dangling Euna and Alabaster like dolls. Both cried out in pain from the stretch.

Axel clenched his jaw. He had one stainless steel sword left, his obsidian blades, his claws and teeth, and seconds before Hazel or Percy turned the sword storm on him.

If there was ever a time Axel wanted to curse Ares back for that curse, now was it.

Percy wasn’t close enough to him for an immediate sword attack. Axel could probably dodge a water blast on the way to Hazel. He’d have to prioritize freeing Alabaster and Euna, since he couldn’t handle Percy and Hazel alone, regardless of how exhausted the two must be.

Axel wished the rain would stop, and he could caste enhancement magic. He braced to lunge forward.

Axel didn’t realize how hard he’d been panting until he suddenly couldn’t.

           Salt water clogged into his throat. Axel tried to spit it out, knowing he’d been breathing in the rain all along. This time, though, he felt the liquid recoil back into his mouth with a willful fury. He choked and tried to cough. Instead of helping, more of the rain seeped towards his nostrils and lips.  

           Axel had always been an excellent swimmer and never feared the water, but now he found himself drowning on land.

           Percy stepped closer to him, scowling. The wind picked up, almost tearing Axel off his feet again, before dying back down in the center of the storm. Everything went strangely quiet. The blasting winds turned to water sprinkles. The vortex created a surreal muffle against Alabaster and Euna’s shouts.

“Uh-uh, Mr. Whiskers. I told you that I’m done playing around. You’re going to tell me where my sister is.”

           Axel wanted to point out that he couldn’t answer while Percy was asphyxiating him, but that brought him back to how he couldn’t talk.

           He didn’t have much time. Axel would need to do something to disable Percy—and fast.

He’d have a window—somewhere between ninety seconds to two minutes—before he’d start to lose consciousness. Axel fought viciously not to cough, knowing that struggling would make it worse.

Then green light flashed through the watery screen beside them.

Hazel had forgotten to cover Alabaster’s most important weapon: his mouth.

“Incantara: Umbra Captionem,” echoed through the howl of wind.

Percy glanced up and away long enough for Axel to lunge at him.

Axel’s head spun from the lack of oxygen and disorientation. He’d only get one chance, and he wasn’t sure he could land it.

Before Axel could reach him, something exploded into the eye of the storm. Neither of them expected whatever it was to rip through the wind and debris.

Percy took a step back in surprise.

Axel tucked and rolled away from a blast of hissing steam. For the second time that night, he decided he needed to give the Nemean Lion fur a proper cleaning: had he not been wearing it, he would have been poached.

Water dribbled out of Axel’s mouth. Reflex took over. He coughed, spitting up bile and saltwater until he could breathe again.

At first, Axel thought the steam came from Alabaster, but the direction was wrong and, when he glanced over, he could see Alabaster and Euna’s hands and feet were still encased in metal blocks. Hazel was nowhere to be seen. Both looked towards the steam’s origin, Euna with confusion, Alabaster with a sinister satisfaction.

Through a sizzling mirage of heat waves and mist, someone stepped forward with clenched fists and a sledgehammer in one grip. Leo Valdez scowled, his breath quick like he was in pain. In the moonlight, his dark eyes looked exhausted, but determined.

“Dude, Leo, watch the friendly fire—” Percy said.

Leo raised his empty hand and another spiral of flames blasted towards Percy.

The water around Percy surged into a sheet, forming a shield.

More steam exploded outward.

Axel rolled further away to avoid getting seared.

“LEO!” Percy shouted. “That was NOT friendly fire. Is this one of those eidolon possession thingies? Because—”

“Shut up!” Leo snapped.

His voice echoed another.

           When Axel squinted through the fading steam, he could see Pax a few feet behind Leo. Pax was way taller than usual and more muscular: the same way he’d grown during their ambush of the Roman troops and their fight at the Battle of Mount Othrys. For a sickening second, with that dark expression on his face, Pax reminded Axel of Santiago.

           When Pax opened his mouth to shout, Leo parroted the movement a second later. The tone sounded like the middle of an argument, not the start. “I’m tired of being the ethnically diverse comic relief that doesn’t get the girl or boy!”

           A look of confusion came to Leo’s face after saying, “girl.” Apparently, Leo was straighter than Pax thought.

           Pax stomped his foot, recovering with, “I mean, look at you Mr. I have a constant home to go back to with parents that love me.” Their voices synced again. “You even got a second Dad that cares about you. Two dads! That’s double what most of the campers could dream about—except a few kids in the Apollo cabin—but that’s not the point! The point is that you don’t even have to try for the Fates to send you little care packages!”

           “What are you talking about—” Percy demanded. “Look, Leo, I’m glad you wanna talk—but now is not the—”

           “—the time for you to screw something up again.”

           The voice still sounded like Percy’s, but Axel could tell it came from behind Leo. Pax had morphed. For an instance, Axel felt like there was a mirror, reflecting the son of Poseidon to two locations.

           The real Percy widened his eyes upon seeing a second version of him, and upon hearing his second self laugh darkly. “You should have stayed gone, Valdez. We don’t need you. No one needs a seventh wheel. What? Was your sole purpose in coming back to accidentally kill Frank with those flames? Since something like that has never happened before.”

           Although Axel could clearly hear the words coming from the second Percy, Leo flinched away from the real one like the real Percy had physically struck Leo.

           The original scowled and slashed a hand towards Pax.

           A twister of water arched towards Axel’s brother.

           Leo’s flames blasted it out of the sky in another spray of steam.

           Axel could imagine—if he was Leo and didn’t know Pax was puppetting him—that would have looked like a poorly executed sneak attack.

           This was their chance.

           Axel made a low whistle to signal their retreat. He hoped Alabaster and Euna could hear it through the wind and flames.

           Worry faded when someone grabbed his arm to drag him to his feet. Fortunate, since he found his legs too wobbly to stand without assistance and crawling would have been less than graceful.

           He found himself leaning on someone much smaller and shorter than he’d been expecting.

           “Kally?” he panted as she half-dragged him away from the battlefield and towards the side of the house.

           Kally grunted under the strain of his weight, trembling all over.

           “What is Pax doing?” she gasped.

           Fire roared and steam hissed in explosions behind them.

           Something slithered up beside them in the grass. For a breath, Axel hoped it was Pax, but then he saw the moonlight glinting off metal blocks. Vines tugged Euna and Alabaster across the yard, snapping and scratching at the bonds locking Euna’s hands and feet to no effect.

           The four of them leveled at the side of the house, and paused. Euna appeared to be waiting for further orders, and Alabaster and Kally were watching the explosions behind them.  

           “How long has Ajax been able to do that? Or turning into multiple people in one day? Where is his apple?” Alabaster demanded from the ground, where he struggled against his metal binding. Axel wondered how long it would be before he’d regain enough energy to blast those off.

           “Retreat now. Research later,” Axel said, though his own gaze followed that of the others.

           The fake Percy had shifted, and Pax was now Calypso—or Axel assumed that wasn’t the real Calypso. The girl’s hands—Pax’s hands---were alternating between clutching Leo’s shoulder and slapping at his back. When Axel cocked his ears forward, he could hear her sobs.

           In between each hiccup, Leo’s flames blasted towards Percy.

           “They’re going to leave you because you’re a screw up! Because no one needs a third wheel—”

           Percy rolled to the side, out of the flame’s way and into one of the wire traps Leo had set for Axel.  

“—because you’re not meant for anything good, and it would be easier for everyone if you could just disappear—”

While Percy scrambled to untangle from the wire trap, Leo lifted a cord-end by him. The twisted metal blazed with heat, rapidly extending through the whole mesh until the lines around Percy glowed with heat.

Percy yelled in pain while slicing the wires with Riptide.

“—instead of being stupid, and gullible at the first sight of a pretty girl that acts like she likes you and wants a hug—”

           Axel could feel Kally’s shakes become violent under his arm. “I’ve never heard Ajax be that cruel before,” she whispered, “Wha—what’s wrong with him?”

           Axel wondered how much she could discern with normal demigod ears. Likely enough to tell there was no sadism in Pax’s voice. Just pain.

           You ordered him to do this.

           And Axel knew Pax hated doing it.

           “He’s yelling at himself…” Alabaster said distantly, “He’s barely aware Leo is there.”

           “—been stronger, Will and Nico would still be around! If you could do something more than stand there like a child, your family might still be here too! You worthless—”

           By now, Percy returned to his feet and charged towards the two Hispanic boys. “Leo, that Snake Jerk is controlling you—” he shouted.

           The lieutenant in Axel realized they were wasting valuable time at Pax’s expense. If Pax wasn’t careful, he’d either break Leo’s psyche or exhaust himself with fueling that kind of rage and anguish for too long.

           Axel puffed up and popped his cheeks, watching his brother alter between hysterical sobbing and furious screaming. And how Percy and Leo made contact, Riptide to sledgehammer. Percy knocked Leo backwards and into the fake Calypso, toppling them both to the floor.

           Then Percy stepped forward into some weird contraption that looked like a mix between a bear trap and a leg cage. It snapped shut onto his bad leg, squishing right into the water caste around his previous injury.

           Percy supplied a colorful array of curses that would make Ares proud.

           “We need to get to the van,” Axel said.

           “We can’t leave him like this,” Kally whispered.

           For an instance, Axel feared she was right. What if Pax intentionally pushed himself too far? Or, what if he ran off afterwards? It would be easier for everyone if you could just disappear.

           No, no it wouldn’t be. Axel needed Pax here. Everyone else had already disappeared. They may have found Alabaster, but that wasn’t enough. Axel just hoped Pax knew it.

           With the flames and storm raging in the distance, with Leo’s mechanical traps going off, and Percy’s frustrated quips, Axel realized their decision might not just affect what Pax did, but whether or not Leo and Percy lived through the night.

Thanks for reading guys ^^ I hope I’ve been doing okay balancing how OP all these characters are >>’‘ I had to rewrite this section twice because of the struggle T.T I think we all agree that Leo and Pax need to hug this out afterwards.

Footnotes:

[1] I had a friend on the school soccer team that could do this. She was infuriating, claiming that everyone could do it: ”we just hadn’t tried for long enough.”

[2] Mel wanted to point out this is kind of creepy, since—according to this logic—Percy can always know where Annabeth is on campus if she’s sweating.

[3] Yea, I know that plural looks wrong and shakes every Anglican fiber as unnatural and unholy. But it’s fun to say out loud!

#The Attrition of Peace #Traitors of Olympus #Heroes of Olympus #Percy Jackson and the Olympians #fanfiction #Percy #Axel #Hazel #Alabaster #Euna #Kally #Sad Pax is Sad #Sad Leo is Also Sad #Pax and Leo should hug this out

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The Misfit of Demon King Academy - S1E2

So, here we go again. I wasn’t all too impressed with the first episode of this, although I’m open to hopefully be impressed. So without further ado, let’s dive in.

SPOILER WARNING:

So something I forgot to mention was that the previous era when Anos first lived in was called the Mythical Age, and that there were lost magics from the mythical age, such as resurrection magic. This I actually liked and it completely slipped my mind to actually include it. Anyway, on to the review.

We open with a negotiation between the Hero of the Mythical Age and Anos, where the Hero is shocked that Anos is offering peace. The Hero is appalled and asks how many humans Anos has killed, and Anos retorts back by asking him how many demons he’s killed. Anos further explains how the humans and demons will wipe each other out if war continues, and even if the humans win, they will find new enemies, including each other. It’s good writing here that shows Anos’s way with words that a noble, including a Demon King, would be expected to have. Throughout this scene, Anos reflects the Hero’s words against him, which leads to Anos humanizing demons and suggesting a plan: Anos combines all his life force into Magic Power which will be used to make walls between the four realms belonging to humans, demons, spirits, and gods, as well as install a door between the worlds that won’t open for a thousand years. The Hero, named Kanon, Anos, and Kanon’s companions immediately execute this plan, resulting in Anos’s death and him having to be reincarnated in 2000 years, but Kanon and Anos part as friends. It’s here where we learn more about the world and the four kinds of beings belonging to their separate worlds. It’s nice to have a bit more exposition, espeically because it isn’t explicitly stated. We finally see that Anos introduced himself when he was born to his new parents, which is absolutely hilarious.

Now, we get the OP. It starts with a quick piano riff before diving head-first into electronic instruments and a vocalist. It’s not bad, but it’s basic in terms of musical properties, with a melody that repeats, a bridge, and a second melody that repeats. It’s not exactly something to write home about, but it works, I guess.

We return to the academy, where Anos is told to be a Misfit, someone who’s successfully enrolled outside of the Demon King clan, and it’s also revealed that the wrong name, personality traits, and of the Demon King has been handed down, which makes sense, until you think about it more. Oral tradition, especially if you’re not suppossed to say it, is dangerous to being altered, but why wasn’t everything about Anos written down in a biography? If it was, then was there an imposter? It’s interesting to think about, to say the least. It’s definitely close to how people treat deities in religion, where oral tradition can lead to different streams or branches of a religion.

An important thing to note right now is the hybrids(one parent is a noble) wear a white uniform, while the purebloods wear a red uniform.

Next, we are introuced to the Gyze spell, and how it will assign roles to the members of a team, while also making the spell caster weaker and everyone else stronger. Anos volunteers to be a team leader, but because he’s a hybrid, he isn’t eligible to be a team leader, so he does the only logical thing and beats the teacher at her own game by showing that the Gyze shown on the chalkboard is flawed, andd alters it to be stronger, in case everyone forgot how OP our protag was.

Everyone running for leader starts to introduce themselves, including Sasha Necron, Misha’s sister. Anos questions why Sasha is wearing red while Misha is wearing white, and Misha explains that her family decided that, but didn’t go into further detail. Anos introduces himself as the Demon King of Tyranny and proclaims that the name they’ve been using is fake, but no one actually cares because idk. There really isn’t a good reason as to why Anos isn’t reprimanded/expelled for what accounts for blasphemy.

A quick note, here were are introduced to what is called a Zecht, which is a contract that seals the deal between promises. In the previous scene, Anos and the homeeroom teacher use a Zecht where if Anos doesn’t impress her, he has to drop out. It’s clearly this anime’s take on the classic demon contract sell your soul to the devil thing, which I can get behind.

Now, Sasha decides to goad Anos for only having Misha on his team so far, and reveals that Misha is actually a creature created by magic, and not an actual demon or human, hence why she’s wearing a white uniform. So why did this have to be revealed so early? This would’ve been great to reveal in a combat sequence so Misha could use her magic doll powers to defy reality for a demon or a human and reveal who she is. Instead, we have this lackluster reveal for a character we barely know. This reveal doesn’t have any impact and it just comes off as “we needed a reveal just because every other anime has a character with a strange backstory”.

Anyway, Anos implies Misha has a soul in a very pretentious manner, so Sasha uses the Demonic Eyes of Destruction...

to no effect obviously. What, you thought Anos would have a real fight? Nah. Instead, Anos uses his own Eyes right back at Sasha and drives her off.

Another note about this scene, why don’t we have anyone else join Anos’s team? Well, I know the reason, it’s called plot, but I feel like there are some people who would be impresssed/fearful of Anos showing up the teacher and Sasha in the same class period, and want to join him for protection. Why doesn’t this happen?

After school, Sasha challenges Anos to a duel where their two teams will duel at the team competition. If Sasha wins, she’ll “own” Anos, and if Anos wins, Sasha will join his team. This conflict is so incredibly forced, I can’t even at this point. Finally, at the end of the scene, Misha informs Anos that Sasha’s Eyes come out when she’s angry, where Anos reamrks that Sasha can’t control them. An interesting concept, but knowing the writers, it’ll be predictable.

We fast forward to one week later at the team competition, where Sasha and her team met Anos and Misha at a random field below the courtyard and use Zecht to seal their argreement from a week prior, which doesn’t make sense. Why they didn’t use Zecht at that inital challenge, i don’t know. Maybe the writers forgot what they were doing.

Anyway, at the actual team duel, the rules are explained; the King (the spellcaster who casts Gyze) must be protected. If the King falls or cannot continue to cast Gyze, that team loses. Anos and Misha discuss strategy and understandably, plan to outmanuever the other team with their small numbers.

Already, Misha builds three castles with the Iris spell compared to Sasha’s one castle, where she suspects the other two are traps and meant to distract them while their main castle is being fortified. Suddenly, Anos just waltzes right up to Sasha’s castle and the other team didn’t notice until he was right in front of them because why not?

After our midroll ads, we see Sasha’s team wondering how Anos just appeared, but Anos can apparently hear all their “Leaks”, which I assume is a spell that’s like a group chat. However, Anos can magically hack into their conversation because their “encryption spell is too weak”. I mean, okay? This next part is even more stupid. Guess what happens next:

a) Anos scouts out the castle and baits Sasha’s team by running into the forest

b) Anos tries to launch magic at the castle but it’s deflected by an anti-demonic magic shield

c) Anos reaches though the magic shield and throws Sasha’s castle into the sky and then spins it on his finger like a Harlem Globetrotter and throws it in the distance.

If you guessed c, either you’ve watched this anime before or you’re getting used to how stupid this writing is. As an added bonus, Anos asks “Did I go too easy on them?” as if he’s an ignorant child who doesn’t know their own strength. Why does everyone in this anime have the wisdom of a rampaging gorilla?

Somehow still alive, Sasha declares they will use “Jio Graze”, to which her team argues the success rate for that spell is tiny, but she inspires her team to make a last ditch effort to win. While Sasha’s team casts Jio Graze, Anos comments on how that spell needs to be studied intensely and honed to an intense level, which he admires (i think?). Her team casts this spell which creates a tank that fires a large cannonball of black fire. Honestly, the animation here is stunning and really gives you the sense of power that this spell will enact. Obviously Anos will take a hit this time, right?

Once again, Anos is playing standing still simulator, and although he congratulates the team for successfully casting the spell, he launches a tiny firebolt from his finger that not only destroys the Jio Graze spell, but also wipes out Sasha’s team. Sasha thinks that Anos is able to use Jio Graze all by himself, thinking that only a Jio Graze can cancel out another Jio Graze. Anos reveals the spell to be Grega, the lowest-level fire element spell, as explained by Sasha.

Anos then invites Sasha to his team again, and uses Misha as emotional bait where Misha is concerned about Sasha’s wounds. We get that basic emotional piano music where Sasha’s eyes reveal that she apparently actually does care a bit? Why does she care suddenly? Oh, and she blushes when Anos calls her eyes beautiful because he likes her Demonic Eyes. Congrats, it’s revealed we get a standard Isekai harem anime, complete with a Baka from Sasha.

We return to Anos’s doting parents, reminding everyone he’s one month old again, and the parents bring about what we call dramatic irony, aka they call Sasha Bride Number 2, or rather, the second member of Anos’s harem. We’re treated again to a feast where Sasha actually warms up to Anos for some reason? Why does she warm up so easily? Once again, Anos walks his company home where Sasha and Misha hold hands because I guess Sasha had a giant change of heart? Idk, maybe the Phantom Thieves got to her or something because that change is just way too sudden. I know she’s suppossed to be a tsundere, but I feel as if the warming up should take place over time, not over the course of an episode. Sasha once again shows her nicer side by thanking Anos for helping her make up with Misha. Will Sasha be more of a bitch in the future, or will she be actually nice again?

Finally, Sasha asks what Anos would do if his fate was sealed. In a classic anime protag response, Anos replies with he wouldn’t worry unless he didn’t like it, and would change fate by destroying it. It’s such a cookie-cutter response that I can’t even take Anos seriously anymore.

Oh, and to make things worse, Sasha suddenly kisses Anos, and goes the old embarssed route of “it was a kiss between friends”. This kiss isn’t meaningful. There isn’t time to develop anything. Why is the writing here too fast paced for any actual relationship to form?

Final thoughts:

With fast paced and lazy writing, episode 2 finishes off with what I call “let’s force a relationship between characters because an antagonist is supposed to be good now”. That’s not how this works. When bringing a character from one side to another, there needs to be subtle changes that add up. While there is that one event that adds the cherry on top and brings it all crumbling down, that event doesn’t form the basis for that change. The change needs to come from a long period of doubt and reflection on what’s right, not this “oh, this cute guy beat me, guess I gotta fuck him now”. It’s honestly sick how lazy this writing is. This just seems like a badly written fanfic at this point with how OP the main character is and how easily the girls fall for him. Needless to say, I’m not excited for episode 3.

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Summerbolt (manga script) - chapter 9

CHAPTER 9: CLASS BATTLE STARTS!

 We see Graid and Iziya on the cover, hugging each other over the shoulder, he’s dressed in a suit, she – in a cute dress, both of them wearing glasses and looking very proud while showing the rock and roll sign with their other hand.

‘Even when we’re fighting, we Summerbolts are doing it with style!! That’s the motto of the craziest family in Deckstoru!!!’

  We see the boys fighting against each other once again while Exo is dragged in the melee as well and Yuki jumps in to separate them as the rest of the girls and the people in the canteen are looking equally comically desperate.

‘Things are just the same as usual for the hot heads of Earth class №1*!!! In spite of the catastrophic battle that awaits them, their spirits are higher than ever!!’

Along with the help of the rest of the girls, the fight is successfully stopped as they drag the comically beaten up and scared Exo aside, trembling, in front of whom stands Yuki, patting his head with a tender smile.

Yuki: ‘-You OK, Ex? (Exo nods, whipping his tears, smiling afterwards as she turns to the boys’ five) There’s definitely something wrong with you guys.’ (the boys shrug)

Annabel: ‘-It’s too bad you’re not gonna be in the battle, Yuki. You were our secret weapon, after all.’ (Yuki smiles shyly)

Yuki: ‘-Come on now! I haven’t done anything so great!’ (Seiren stands behind her with a perverted smile)

Seiren: ‘-Yu, if you’re not gonna fight, you can at least pose in a swimsuit a bit to distract the enemy!’ (Tokura stands next to him, both of them drooling in an equally comical way, imagining Yuki in a swimsuit making all kinds of provocative poses with a shy face or a seductive smile)

Tokura: ‘-That sounds great!! I can’t wait to see your awesome body again, Yukiiii!!!’ (Yuki sends him to the other end of the canteen with her fist, having an extremely shy and ashamed expression on her face, almost crying)

Yuki: ‘-Leave my body alone once and for all!!!’ (Tokura is too comical as he crushes down on the floor)

Tokura: ‘-But I want to … please … just a little bit …’ (he starts crawling back to Yuki, licking his lips with a perverted smile as she runs aside with a comical ashamed face, covering the most beautiful parts of her body)

Yuki: ‘-I said no, Tora!!!’ (Hikaru, Vega, King and Exo sigh with comical desperate expressions)

Hikaru: ‘-You guys are sick …’ (Seiren jumps up, going after the two)

Seiren: ‘-Hold on!! I wanna see Yuki naked again, too!!’ (Hock suddenly gets up from his class’s table, going to Yuki’s class, laughing villainously and waving with his hands at their angry faces)

Hock: ‘-Don’t worry, kids. No need to get up.’ (Vega appears behind him in a second)

Vega: ‘-What are you doing here, son of a bitch?!’

Hock: ‘-Why, I just wanted to see how’s the mood around here, now that you know what’s coming.’

King: ‘-As you can see, we’re all happy and lively as usual. There. Is that enough for you?!’ (Hock turns to Hikaru and Seiren, who has returned to the class along with Yuki and Tokura)

 Hock: ‘-Don’t you think that Hikaru and Seiren made a big mistake by accepting our challenge all by themselves? They’re putting your lives in danger, after all.’

Seiren: ‘-What are you trying to say, filthy thug?!’ (Hock turns to him with a villainous smile)

Hock: ‘-I consider what you did to be a betrayal to your class and if I were them … (he moves closer to Seiren) … I’d teach you some manners after a stunt like this.’ (Seiren’s getting ready to attack him when Yuki stops him, standing in front of Hock)

Yuki: ‘-Listen. I don’t know you and don’t know anything about you but you’re crossing the line. You’ll fight with us. Isn’t that enough that you’re trying to turn us against each other before the battle?’

Hock: ‘-You’re very bold, Yuki Iceflame. I like that about you. (grabs her chin with his one hand, caressing her cheek with the other one as she screws her eyes with anger) I also like your powers. You’re too good for this class. Why don’t you hang out with us instead?’ (Hikaru is pulled back by Seiren and Vega so as to not attack Hock while Yuki steps back, releasing herself from the bastard’s grip)

Yuki: ‘-Hock, if you don’t want to end up like Ulura, you’ll stay away from me. I’m warning you just this once. Stay away from my class … (her eyes are enveloped in ice, glowing in blue as the temperature in the room suddenly drops) … or I won’t spare you.’ (Hock smiles and steps back, putting his arms in his pockets)

Hock: ‘-Fine, baby doll. Suit yourself. In time you’ll realize I’m right. You’re gonna sink along with them.’ (Yuki shakes her head)

Yuki: ‘-No, you’re the ones that are gonna sink. And you’ll lose. I can assure you!’ (Hock returns to his classmates)

Hock: ‘-You still don’t know who you’re dealing with. You’ll find out soon enough.’

The members of the two classes are looking destructively at each other and afterwards a view towards a hilly area covered with trees and rocks is seen. We focus on a field where a group is gathered, turning out to be Yuki’s class, dressed in bluish-green sport outfits, warming up.

Hikaru: ‘-Alright then!! Let’s show them what we’re made of!!!’

Seiren: ‘-Damn right!!’ (an explosion of bright yellow flames erupts nearby from which come out all the Summerbolt family members and Yuki, dressed the same way as her classmates)

Exo: ‘-Yuki and the Summerbolts!! What are you doing here?’

Saya: ‘-The headmaster’s asked us to be observers, commentators and judges for this class battle. Yuki came to support you.’

King: ‘-Why are you dressed like this then, Yuki?’ (Yuki smiles)

Yuki: ‘-I might have to intervene if something happens. That’s why I came prepared!’

Tokura: ‘-Don’t you worry, Yu. It won’t come to that. Just watch us as we tear those bastards apart!!!’ (Yuki nods and then a particular noise is heard, drawing everyone’s attention)

Rose: ‘-It’s time. That’s the signal.’ (a flare is shot in the distance, exploding in reddish-brown smoke and sparks)

Graid: ‘-They’re ready. Are you?’ (the boys nod first, and then the girls)

Iziya: ‘-Let’s begin then.’

Saya: ‘-I wish luck to both teams and may the better ones win! (looks around for a moment) I would prefer if you guys won, of course, and with minimal casualties.’

Yuki: ‘-Everyone, give your best!!! Beat the crap out of them!!!’

Hikaru: ‘-You betcha!!’

Seiren: ‘-We’ll make you proud!!!’

Iziya: ‘-Get ready. (the classmates step forward) Get set.

(they lean, taking special poses) LET THE CLASS BATTLE BEGIN!!!!’ (she shoots a flare in the sky, exploding in bluish-green smoke and sparks)

Rose: ‘-Earth class №1 vs. Martian class №3!! You have the territory of the whole park ‘Nebula’ as your battlefield. The battle must end within four hours. The use of all kinds of abilities is allowed as well as inflicting all kinds of injuries! It is strictly forbidden to use any weapons or supplementary equipment during the battle and killing is also forbidden!!!’

Exo: ‘-That doesn’t calm me in particular!!’

Saya”-GO!!!’

The members of Earth Class №1 launch ahead, lead by the boys’ six, all of whom are smiling decisively except for Exo, crying and screaming again with a comical desperate face.

In the mean time, Ulura’s class is seen standing on a few huge rocks in the other end of the park, wearing reddish-brown sport outfits. All of them are looking at a hologram projected by a small device on the ground through which Nightsong is talking to them.

Ulura: (hologram) ‘-You know what to do. I don’t want a single one of them to make it out alive.’

Gorudora: ‘-And there won’t be any consequences for us afterward, right?’

Ulura: (hologram) ‘-Don’t worry. My father will take care of everything. No one will ever know of what has happened here and further more, that any of you were involved.’

Hock: ‘-What about Iceflame and the Summerbolts?’ (Ulura’s hologram smiles in a most hideous way)

Ulura: (hologram) ‘-I’ll handle them. They won’t be a problem. And as for that ice bitch, I’ll rip her head off myself!!!’

Gorudora: ‘-Let’s get going then!!!’

The villains jump from the rocks, surfing down with their elements while Ulura’s hologram disappears and the device explodes seconds later.

‘The time for the great battle has come!!! Will the Earthlings or the Martians win in the following bloody melee?!’

 Earth class №1* (the educational period of ‘Sunbird’ lasts for four years and the classes of each year are named after one of the small inner planets of the Solar system – first year – Mercury, second year – Venus, third year – Earth and fourth year – Mars, and each class comes along with a number)

 THE END

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