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giorno-plays-piano · 3 years

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Abominable Part 1

Pairing: mage!Peter Parker x mage!Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, murders, possible gore in the future chapters, pretty dark story overall.

Words: 1543

Summary: An investigator of the Mage's Association, you are sent to discover the mystery behind a series of murders before more sinister events take place.

P.S. This was inspired by The Garden of Sinners particularly. I loved it dearly when I was a teenager.

To avoid any confusion, the reader is neither good nor bad due to the nature of her profession. Peter is an adult.

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Stepping on a platform with a vintage Samsonite briefcase in your hand, you looked at the people standing aside, most of them waiting for other passengers to leave the train. Although you knew the face of a magus who was supposed to meet you, it was hard to recognize him in the crowd, and you stared at all those people in front of you, clenching the briefcase’s handle. You hated waiting.

Of course, Lord Pierce wasn’t too happy with your arrival: the old fool thought he was untouchable even after a series of murders and an unnatural magic activity in Tombra that got the Mage's Association alarmed. You remembered the revulsion in Mr. Stark’s voice when he talked of Alexander. The old aristocracy, Lord Pierce was an outstanding magus who had long abandoned practicing any decent magic and instead preferred to exploit the strength of his numerous successors. While he still had some friends in the Association, Stark hated him greatly and was happy to remind him who was in control.

Naturally, Pierce knew why you came to Tombra, and the conversation between you two didn’t go well. You didn’t hide your intentions: you were the Investigator of the Clock Tower, and your job was to figure out what was happening in that megalopolis where Lord Pierce resided proudly. It meant you were going to be a great disturbance and a possible danger to many aristocratic families under Alexander’s protection.

It wasn’t surprising he chose the most useless assistant to help you find out the truth. His name was Peter Parker, and he was class D+ magus who attended neither Clock Tower nor Atlas Academy. His role was to slow you down, you thought and sighed.

Suddenly, you saw a familiar face when a young man hurried to you, his cheeks red, sweat running down his face: apparently, he was late. You snickered, looking at his formal attire - his black tie was so long as if he stole it from his father.

Once he was close enough, the young man stood tall, at attention, waiting for you to say something as he stared at you with awe and horror.

“Lady Ragna of the Clock Tower,” you named your rank coldly, and your companion nervously bit his lower lip, acting exactly how you expected of him.

“Peter of Tombra! Pleased to make your acquaintance!” He sounded too excited, and his hands were trembling a little, although he tried hiding it.

Gods, what was he good for in a situation like this, unless he possessed some extraordinary powers not stated in his file? Well, now was the time to discover that, you thought as you narrowed your eyes at the young man.

"Your primary magecraft?"

"B-bounded fields and healing!"

Nothing spectacular there, but bounded fields could be of use to you if you would ever be attacked while performing magic.

"Elements?"

"Water and wind!"

This was better: magi controlling more than one element were still rare, and the boy could make a nice apprentice if he were to be send to the Clock Tower. Besides, with Tombra surrounded by a river, a liquid manipulation skill Peter definitely possessed could be valuable, too.

"Magic circuit composition?"

"N-normal?"

"Any familiars?"

"None."

He was clearly feeling like a mouse in front of a snake, his face getting even more red with every second, and you found the situation rather funny.

"Your motto?" You stared him dead in the eye.

For a second Peter looked horrified, his mouth slightly open as if he were to say something, but you heard no sound coming from him. Then, as if struck by lightning, he gibbered with fear, "Live p-proudly?"

Oh boy. He really thought you were being serious when you talked rubbish with a stony face. If anybody was to talk about a personal motto, even the most pretentious magi of the Clock Tower would burst out laughing.

Rolling your eyes skyward, a gleam of deviltry in them, you smirked, "It was a joke. Don't ever use a motto, it's a terrible idea."

"Thank goodness! I thought it's something high magi of Clock Tower have." The next second Peter made a sigh of relief, and then the both of you laughed loudly, making other people on the platform throw glances at you.

Although you realized the young man had much less experience than you, you still felt he would be fun to have around. If he could make your life a little easier, you would accept his help.

Moving away from the platform and soon passing through the station's hall, you went straight to the city streets instead of catching a taxi. Peter hurried after you, still perplexed at your refusal to let him carry your bag - you guessed he expected you to boss him around, and it made you chuckle. What Pierce was doing with young magi here if Peter had such an impression about higher-ups?

"Lady Ragna, I was informed that the cottage where you chose to stay is in the suburbs. Did you decide to change it?" He asked, seeing you walking to a completely different place.

"No, it's the same cottage. If you wonder why we aren't driving there right now, I'd prefer to patrol the streets tonight to get to know the city. We can discuss the details of the job in the meantime."

You walked away fast, not looking at your companion anymore and watching the night city instead: you had never been to Tombra before, but many magi from the Clock Tower were born there, and their talk about the city always made you a little jealous. Born in a small town to a simple human woman who knew nothing of magic, you always wished to know what it was like to grow up in a true magic society like the one in Tombra, a home to many noble families, albeit smaller and less significant than those living in the capital.

The city looked exactly like you imagined it: giant grey buildings stood besides the streets, and while they didn't look particularly pretty, you loved those countless neon signages and bright posters that were shining even in the darkness of the night. The streets were busy with tourists admiring the city, couples walking out of the fancy restaurants and cinemas, and young people, recklessly snooping around some nightclubs and bars, trying to get in despite the security glaring at them and requiring them to show their ID cards while the kids pretended they forgot them. There was also a small marketplace with colorful food trucks and booths, offering both local and international cuisine, and you blended into the crowd immediately, taking some crepes and then buying takoyaki - Peter, following you like a puppy, looked shocked.

"I can't do my job on an empty stomach," you smirked and handed him some takoyaki.

Funny enough, he accepted the second you showed the plastic plate into his hands, eating so hungrily as if he had been starving the whole day.

"Well, now since I feel a bit better, let's talk business," you motioned the young man to follow you, and turned to a narrow alley, leaving the noisy market that was going to be full of people for at least a couple of hours more. "Do you have any idea why I have been sent by the Association?"

Licking his fingers, Peter looked somewhat shyly at you, probably afraid he would say something silly, "From what I understand, the reason is some unnatural magic activity the Association couldn't trace, and the involvement of its user in several murders."

"Correct." Crossing the alley, you scratched the chipped paint from an old building in front of you and looked at your fingers, furrowing your brows. "To be precise, the reason why the Association didn't leave these murders to a human police is the method how these murders were carried on. Whoever did it pretty much sucked the soul out of victims' bodies."

Peter frowned, staying still while you kept examining the concrete wall in front of you, drawing strange symbols that started glowing immediately as you finished them.

"It may sounds funny, but the ritual necessary to prevent the soul of a dead person to come back to Akasha is known only to a couple of magi, and each of them is considered a great danger to the society by the Association. This alone is a threat, but Mr. Stark's other concern is the indefinite nature of magic practiced in Tombra. It is likely that the magus responsible for the deaths is planning something much more sinister, and we can't allow this to happen."

Finding what you were looking for, you nodded to yourself and moved further, Peter walking right beside you with a concerned expression on his face. He was probably surprised you didn't need his guidance, but you spent the last three days memorizing Tombra's map.

"Do you mean that the souls of victims can be combined to become a power source for some... dark ritual or something?" He asked nervously, licking his lips.

You smirked, turning to him and pointing to the wall of the next building that started to glow subtly as you got close, "Exactly, Peter."

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hepaidattention · 3 years

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where Lydia and Stiles live six hours away from each other their first year in college and hate it and also Scott needs help with the pack, but they make it work - they always do. oh also its their meetaversary.

warning: occasional cursing because I can’t believe impulsive Stiles Stilinski didn’t use fuck on a regular basis

Lydia lied across her bed, head rested on her pillow, ankles crossed, and hands folded and placed perfectly on her stomach. She was waiting, patiently she might add. She let out a long sigh as she observed her ceiling. She wished it was those god ugly popcorn ceilings just for the entertainment of deciding shapes out of the little bumps - she used to do that in Stiles' room, all those times they’d say they were studying but it always turned into his long rants about his next hunch or scheme. Sometimes, when he got too stressed, she would pull him on the bed with her and tell him to tell her the first shape he saw. It was almost always something silly, or sarcastic, but it grounded him - it helped him when he was on the verge of a panic attack as well. One time she asked him what they looked like to her and he laughed a little. She asked him what it was and he said, "They kinda remind me of all the moles taking over my face."

She looked at him, getting a perfect view of the most prominent ones. She loved his freckles and moles, they made his face so unique. Then he said, "One of these suckers will be the death of me, just you wait. I'll spend years surviving werewolves and werecoyotes and murder spree sacrifices and nogistune possessions, all to die from mole cancer at the sour age of 60."

"Don't say that," Lydia felt a twinge in her chest from the thought.

"What, why?" He turned his head to face hers, laughing still about it.

"Because I don't want to think of a world like that," she bit her bottom lip, then twisted her neck back to face the ceiling. "A world where you're dead." is what she wanted to say, but instead she finished with, “I can’t handle anymore death.”

Stiles’ mouth was gaped open - he was looking at her like he’d just seen the sun for the first time. She recognized it as ‘Lydia actually cares about me’ face, because he made it a lot when she ever said anything nice to him. He closed his mouth, finally, then he grabbed her hand, giving it a light squeeze before letting go. With that he whispered, "Well thankfully you don't have to. Can't get rid of me that easily, now can you?"

Lydia found tears running down the side of her face and into her perfectly curled hair. They were bittersweet tears - loving the memories of the happy past, but missing them so severely it brought a deep pain in her chest. She wiped the tears from the memory and looked at her phone. 8:35. She sighed again, her fingers now tapping less patiently and more impatiently on her abdomen. 5 minutes late was on time for Stiles, but it didn't keep her from worrying.

God she missed him. She thought back to the first day she actually acknowledged Stiles Stilinski. She was on her bed at home, not here in this dorm, and yes she always knew who he was - it was almost impossible not to know the sheriff's son. The Stilinski the teachers always yelled at, the trouble maker goofball all the lacrosse players made fun of behind his back. She met Stiles in 3rd grade, with his over worn Power Rangers shirt as he stared at her across class all day. However, in her room was the first day she learned his name. Like really learned it; at least cared to remember it. She was high on whatever drugs she took for her anxiety and all she remembered was a sweet Stiles coming to check on her. He was the only one who ever checked on her. The only one (other than Allison obviously) out of the entire school to come and make sure she was okay.

Now she was lying on her bed, waiting for him to call her on the phone, wishing she could just see his mole-covered face in person for the first time in these excruciating months. She wanted to hug him; kiss him; hold his hand.

She let out a loud sigh and picked up her phone, checking the time again. 8 minutes late. It was 8 minutes Lydia, calm down. Stiles hardly ever even remembered what day it was, his concept of time was always off. She laid it back down on the bed and stared back at the ceiling. 2 more minutes passed and she sat up, bringing her phone with her. Maybe she should just call him. It was his turn tonight, but he could've fallen asleep. His sleep schedule had been ridiculous lately, his internship keeping him up at strange hours of the day and night.

She pulled up his contact and started to press the green little phone button when Incoming Call appeared on her screen. It was an unknown number. She answered anyway, falling back into the bed as she said, "Hello?" She said it with mystery, wondering if assuming it was Stiles was too hopeful.

"Uh yes hi," Stiles said on the other side of the phone. He sounded weird, like he was trying to make his voice deeper. "I'd like to order a pizza,"

She smiled to herself, deciding to play along, "Sorry sir, you have the wrong number. This is a supernatural crisis hotline, are you experiencing anything supernaturally distressing at the present?"

She could hear him chuckle to himself, practically hear the smile curving up mouth: "That depends on what you define as supernaturally distressing."

"Hm, well," she flipped on her side, her arm propping up her head, "Are you being haunted?"

"Mmm, by hunger, yes,"

She shook her head, even though he couldn't see her. "Sorry, hunger doesn't qualify as a supernatural occurrence. Have you been bitten by a supernatural being or perhaps burst into flames without explanation?"

"God no," he paused, then, "but I might do that exploding thing if I can't order a pizza."

She might explode if she can't see him. "Well, if that happens then feel free to give us a call back." She missed his face. She wished he had facetimed her. "Why did you call me anyway? You usually FaceTime,"

"God, pizza places say the weirdest things sometimes. If you wanted to ask me out then all you had to do was ask."

"Stiles, I'm serious," she whined, "what happened to your phone?"

He sighed, but it wasn't an aggravated kind, it was just his normal restless sigh that said "no one ever enjoys fun like I do." "I…." He hung on the "I" like he was thinking of a lie, "left it at home after leaving in a rush,"

She glanced at the clock and frowned. "Where were you going in such a rush? It's almost 9 at night?"

"Well I had to catch an early train so I could pick up my pizza," before Lydia could figure out what that meant he said, "then I changed my mind on the train - you know there's just something about train stations that give me the heebie jeebies. Can't quite put my finger on it."

"Hm, maybe it's the 3 months of purgatory imprisonment thing," she was smirking to herself now, wondering why she ever went along with his ridiculous jokes. "Erased from existence can really put a number on a person."

"Nah, that's not it," she knew he was smiling. There was something about how his voice got higher when he was smiling, when he was truly, wholly happy. "I mean 3 months? 3 months is nothing."

She could tell he was walking now. It sounded like he was entering a building of some sort, she could hear every breath he walked like it was an incline. "Is that so?"

"Yeah I mean, now a year? A year is a long time. Even longer would be something like, you know, 10 years or so.. That's something to really put a number on a person...or say, a banshee."

She bit her bottom lip, hoping he'd remembered. "A banshee huh? Sounds kinda supernatural to me, maybe you should try this hotline I know about."

"Depends on your definition of what a hotline is." He took a big step, almost like a leap.

"Well, there's a phone line,"

"Right, yeah, implied by the line part, right."

"And the person on the other end of that line is really hot."

"Hm," another leap. What was he doing? "Sounds dirty." Then she could have sworn she heard an elevator door ding open.

Her brows furrowed, "Stiles, you never told me who's phone this is,"

"Oh, this? It's the pizza guys."

Lydia sat up then, her expression purely puzzled now. "The pizza guys?"

"Well yeah, how else was I supposed to call you?"

Stiles Stilinski had officially lost his mind, she decided. "Stiles, you could have just waited to call me until you got back home. You didn't need to steal some guy's phone,"

He cracked up laughing, "Who said anything about stealing? You hear that? She thought I stole your phone haha …. Dude I'm gonna give it back relax, okay? Geesh, just take a deep breath or something buddy," She heard some voice on the other end, it was muffled but she assumed it was the pizza guy.

"Stiles…" She dragged out his name just like she always did when he had a huge scheme cooked up but was still in the works of sharing it. "What are you up to?"

"Why would you think I'm up to something?”

She huffed, irritated, "Because you're always up to something."

"Valid point - oh oh right here right here, yeah yeah yeah," she listened carefully, hoping to be given any clue of where the hell her boyfriend was. Then Stiles abruptly said. "Gotta go Lyds, I have a pizza to deliver,"

She was so so so so confused. "To who? Stiles Stilinski, what are you up to?"

"Okay love you bye!"

He hung up on her. She didn't even get to say it back. He knew how much she hated it when he hung up before she could say it back. She was angry now. She silently screamed and was seconds from throwing her phone on the pillow when a knock resonated through her dorm door. Lydia checked the clock again. It was minutes from 9, why was anyone at her door?

Lydia angrily got up from her seat, the fact that Stiles didn't even really mention their anniversary was making her fume. She marched to the door and slung it open, fully ready to see one of the annoying freshmen from down the hall ask for toilet paper again (as if their RA couldn’t help with that)..

However, it wasn't some freshman. Instead, it was a pizza delivery man. He looked so annoyed, and his expression had nothing on it but disdain. Lydia poked her head out the door, looking both ways to see if Stiles was anywhere - but he was nowhere to be seen. The pizza guy opened the box and it was her favorite kind of dessert pizza - a chocolate drizzle spelling out "happy meetaversary - love Stiles"

She was still annoyed, but touched. The guy handed her the pizza, mumbled something about already being paid, and walked away. She noticed his cell phone in his back pocket - she was truly so confused. She closed the door, staring at the pizza in her hand - what was he up to? His couldn't just be it - it was Stiles. He loved to go out of his way to-

"You're gonna share that right?"

Lydia about leaped out of her body and ascended into the heavens. It was a miracle the pizza was still in her hands as she fell back into the door, her heart pounding hard, and her eyes staring straight at Stiles lying across her bed. His ankles were crossed, (shoes off because he was smart), his arms were folded behind his head as if he'd been there all day.

"Stiles," she was holding her chest, her heart racing. "What. The. Hell." She looked at his goofy grin and his stupid plaid shirt and dear god, she realized just how much she missed him. He got up from the bed, looking apologetic. However, instead of apologizing, he said sheepishly, "I couldn't wait for Christmas break?" He was scratching the back of his neck and his smile was crooked and without another thought she sat the pizza down on her desk and dove straight in to kiss him.

He pulled back after a minute to talk, because that was something he could never stop doing: “I’m guessing pizza was better than flowers? I almost got flowers but I just didn’t feel like flowers was the way to go, you know? Flowers are safe, predictable, but pizza-”

“Stiles,”

He clamped his lips closed, a smile sneaking behind his adorable lips, “Shut up?”

“No, actually,” she laughed, brushing the side of his cheek with her thumb. She had missed every single part of this man. “I was just going to say thank you.”

“Yeah?” his voice almost squeaked. It was one of her favorite things, when his voice went up just slightly as if she still made him nervous. “‘Cause I just spent six hours in a car hoping to god you would actually like this kind of surprise.”

She just hugged him then, so tight she wouldn’t be surprised if air was hard for him. Through his shirt she mumbled, “The only kind of surprise I would ever be okay with is you.”

“I bet you say that to all the guys,” he teased her, hugging her back almost just as tight. “Happy meetaversary, Lyds.”

She didn’t let go. Letting go might mean he’d have to go back home, one day, somewhere down the road. “Happy meetaversary, Stiles. I can’t believe I’ve known you for eleven years.”

He kissed the top of her head, not wanting to let go either: “I guess we can say that my ten year plan was fool proof.”

She looked up then, her lips pursed as she looked up at her goofy smiling boyfriend, “Are you saying you started your 10 year plan in the 3rd grade?”

“Well, I mean then it was like a week's worth of a plan,” he stretched out his mouth, making that expression that showed all his teeth like he was in distress. It always made her smile. He always made her smile. “It was revised to a more realistic game plan.”

“Well,” she pulled back just slightly, her hands resting on his hips, “What’s the game plan now?”

“Uhhh,” Stiles ran a hand over his face and stretched an eyebrow, “well I mean, I … I’m already dating you, so ... nothing?”

Lydia rolled her eyes at him, wagging her head as she said, “No you dummy, the game plan for the weekend?”

“Oh! Right, of course, game plan for the weekend,” he pulled away from her, making her arms feel suddenly cold without his embrace. He grabbed the pizza and came back in front of her, his eyebrows wiggling up and down his forehead. “That is a surprise. For right now, desert.”

She hated surprises, she really did, but she really meant it when she said that if Stiles was involved - she could love absolutely anything. She tiptoed up and pecked a kiss on his cheek, her face beaming as she said, “You’re the best,”

He shook his head, standing his ground, “Nope, I’m not gonna tell you - not this time.”

She grabbed the pizza from him and shrugged, “Okay,” she opened the pizza box as Stiles looked at her like she was a different person entirely. “As long as the day’s with you, I don’t care what we do.”

He raised one brow up his forehead, “Not one care?”

“Nope,”

“Not even the slightest flicker of concern? Not even a tingle of wanting control?”

“Stiles,” she pulled out the piece that said “love Stiles” on it, readying herself to eat, “you planned out a ten year scheme to date me as a 3rd grader and succeeded. Clearly, I have no room to doubt your superior game planning abilities.”

“Right,” he stood there, watching her closely. She smiled at him and sat down at her bed so she could eat. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed, “Right.”

“You wanna tell me don’t you?”

He landed beside her on the bed, making her bounce up a little as he said, “Please can I tell you? You’re gonna love it and I can’t wait to see your face when I tell you how mind-blowingly perfect this game plan really is-”

“Stiles,”

“Hm?” he licked his top lip, his leg propping up his arm as he looked at her with the utmost attention. “Oh right, shut up -” he gave her a thumbs up, “you got it.”

“If I wanted you to shut up I would do this,” she kissed him firmly on the lips, then pulled back quicker than either would have liked. She was making a point right now though, they could do more kissing after she ate her food.

“Then what -” he blinked like he was trying to drag himself back to earth, “what were you gonna say?”

“I just missed you,” she combed a gentle hand through his once gelled hair, her fingers tracing his freckles shaped like constellations - her own, made up, better than the original ones.

Stiles gave her that look that just made her knees weak every time. It was the same look he gave her when she first kissed him that day in the locker room. The same look he gave her when he saved her from Eichen House. The same look he gave her on homecoming, or in the hospital later that week, or every single time she was in the hospital and he came to see her before anyone else. The same look he gave her every single day - it was this look of pure bewilderment - as if he didn’t know how he deserved this - that rooted from sincere, unwavering love. He whispered, “I just missed you too,” so sweetly, so softly, and then kissed her again. And again. And again.

Sooner or later they ate their pizza, and they watched a movie, and Lydia just had to remind herself over and over and over again that the distance wasn’t forever. He was here with her now, and that’s what mattered. Besides, she’d graduate in a year (perks of coming in as a junior) - there’s no telling where life would take her then. Preferably, it would be much closer to Stiles, who still had a few more years in school and training before he could officially join the FBI force. She wouldn’t mind living in Washington, DC - there were some good mathematician positions available through government jobs she could easily get while working on her Masters.

A loud bang hit the wall and both Stiles and Lydia jumped, the sound of guys cheering following quickly after it. He shook his head as he pulled her closer in, “I don’t think I’ll ever understand why you choose to stay in the dorms,”

Lydia smiled and shrugged into him, “There’s something about the loud chaos of it all… I don’t know, it reminds me of home.”

He scoffed, then said, “Speaking of home…” he sighed, Lydia afraid to know where that was going. “Scott called me.”

“What’d he say?” The love interests were fighting on screen now, Lydia half paying attention as she waited for Stiles to answer.

“He was inviting us all over for Christmas dinner.”

Lydia sat up a little to look at him, “Why do you make that sound like it’s the next apocalypse?”

“Uh, hello, Lydia ... have you had Scott’s mom’s food? It tastes like a werewolf’s regurgitated food, okay? Like the food the mom bird gives to it’s little chicks, but the very last bit that has a little stomach bile attached to it.”

Lydia scrunched up her face and stuck out a tongue, “Okay, okay, I get the picture,” the relief in her overcame her muscles, her joints again. She didn’t even realize how tense just the name Scott makes her sometimes. Not in a bad way, but just out of worry for her friends. Scott chose to stay close to Beacon Hills, which resulted in him being there more often than not with his newbee werewolves. He traveled a lot, however, his current werewolf adventures brought him all the way to Florida a couple months back. She was always worried for him - she may be across the country right now, but he was still her alpha, her pack leader, her friend. “We’ll just make sure to bring our own food, too, then.” Stiles was quiet, staring at the sheets, so she said, “And what else did he say?”

“Hm?” he snapped out of his daze, “What’d you mean?”

Lydia turned herself around in his arms so she could look up at him, his sleepy face blinking. She said, “You’re acting weird, he had to have said something else.”

“I- I don’t know, not really, it was just…” he sighed, unconsciously starting to rub circles on her back. “I could just tell in his voice, you know? It's Scott, I can always tell when something’s not right … and something wasn’t right.”

Lydia frowned, “Do you think he’s in trouble?”

“Not imminent trouble no,” he huffed out a short breath, “but I think there’s a lot more going on Scott’s plate than just Christmas plans. I don’t know … I asked him about it but he just shrugged it off, said it was a new pack member drama or some kind of bullshit like that. I know he’s been having trouble with hunters again.”

“He’ll be okay, Stiles,” she wrapped her arms around his torso and squeezed, “It’s Scott. He’s always okay. If he needs us, he'll let us know."

"Your banshee senses aren't tingling or anything right? No feeling of impending doom or scary dreams about supernatural werewolf deaths?"

She rocked her head no as her chin rested on his chest, "If they were you'd be the first to know." Stiles seemed to ease up at that, his body relaxing under her, his eyes softening as he gazed down. Then she said, "You have to learn to relax, Stiles. You can't keep living in DC terrified that all your friends are dying - we're not in Beacon Hills anymore,"

His brows furrowed, "I don't do that...do I?"

"Stiles. You called me three times last week while I was in class just to make sure I made it to class okay,"

He bit into his top lip and sucked in, "Okay, you make a good point. But can you really blame me? Lyds, we lived in constant fear for our lives for so long ... sometimes I wake up terrified no one remembers me anymore - or that I've forgotten someone very important and I'll never know who it was - or that one day I'll just forget you and -"

"Stiles," she gently placed a hand on his cheek, giving him a smile that told him everything was going to be okay, "you're not gonna forget me. No ones going to forget anyone, okay? The riders tried that on us and they failed, because no one could ever forget Stiles Stilinski."

He gave her a half smile, tears pricking his eyes, "My mom did."

It was silent. Lydia wasn't sure how to respond to that. She searched for the right words to assure him that his mom never really forgot him, when Lydia's phone started ringing. She pulled it from her nightstand and felt a short moment of panic. The name on the screen was Scott. He never called her out of the blue, especially not on a Friday night at 11pm.

She tried to look neutral as she said, "Hey Scott," Stiles sat up at the name, his muscle tensing all over again. She listened, then said, "Yeah he's right here. He forgot his phone back at home." Lydia smiled at Stiles and said to him, "Scott’s been trying to call you. He got worried that something happened."

He laughed, the coincidence uncanny. He fell back into the bed and put out a hand for the phone. Lydia handed it to him and he said, "Hey mom, sorry I didn't text you,"

"Stiles oh my god, how are you even with Lydia? Don't guys live like six hours away from each other?"

"I have a three day weekend, mom, it wasn't that big of a deal. I promise I'll get my homework done."

He heard him sigh, "If I had thought you'd be with Lydia I would have called her hours ago. I was afraid to call or text her and get her all worried if you were just the dumb ass that didn't charge his phone."

"No, I'm just the dumbass who left my phone six hours away. What's up? You sound freaked,"

He was silent for a minute, causing both Lydia and Stiles stress, then he said, "I'm in Massachusetts,"

Stiles rose up from his lounging position to give Lydia a look. He turned the phone on speaker and said, "You're here? What the hell are you doing across the country? Is the national Werewolf Con here or something?"

"That's a long story, but these hunters, man, they never stop, they …” his breath rattled in his chest. Stiles was pretty sure he heard Peter’s voice in the background, another unrecognizable one farther away. “I need you guys' help."

Lydia nodded, not even questioning it. Stiles responded, "Anything you need buddy, we'll be there."

Scott took a moment to respond, then, "I'll text Lydia the location. Meet us there in an hour." Without even a goodbye, Scott hung up.

Lydia took back her phone and looked at Stiles with wide eyes. "Told you he'd call us if he needed us," she sighed, “I wasn't expecting that to happen so soon, but what can I say - I am psychic after all,”

Stiles didn’t hear her. He was sitting there, staring at the bed in trance-like thought. Lydia was afraid what he was letting his mind wander to, but then he looked up and gave her a genuine smile. He was ready to jump off the bed when he said, “I’m sure it’ll be a long ride there - I’ll drive.”

She grabbed his hand, just to get him to look back at her. He did, and she asked, “Are you okay?”

“Of course I am,” he gave a little shrug to readjust his flannel on his shoulders, “I get to see my best friend. I mean c’mon, I haven’t seen Scott in months.” She gave him a look that screamed ‘I’m not an idiot’ and so he said, “Dire circumstances aside, I’d call it a win.”

She could sense the fear he was carrying and she felt a rush of deja vu - all the times in Beacon Hills, Stiles at her side, panicking on the inside but always jokes on the outside. Maybe it was being a banshee, maybe it was the emotional tether that was only strengthened when Stiles had to go under for his dad - but she always knew how he was feeling. She could sense it, practically feel it herself. When Stiles was possessed by the nogitsune - that was the most emotionally painful experience she had dealt with in a very long time. She could feel every bit of his pain, every bit of his fear, his panic, his sadness. However, it was Stiles, and he liked to pretend his problems didn’t exist. She nodded, accepting he wasn’t going to break, and said, “Okay, let’s go then.”

He had his keys in his hands already, spinning them around his index finger and catching it in his palm. He started to say something when he gasped, looking at the pizza box. “Wait,” he put out a hand to stop her, as if she was moving (which she wasn’t). “Oh my god, I completely forgot,”

Lydia looked at the empty pizza box and said, “Forgot what?”

He was digging his pants pocket, his tongue sticking out in the corner of his mouth when he said, “This,” He pulled out a faded pink pipe cleaner in the shape of a ring and a plastic rhinestone sloppily glued to the stem; it looked over 10 years old. Stiles had a goofy grin on his face as he said, “Happy meetaversary.”

Lydia took the small little arts and craft in her hands. It looked so familiar, but she had no idea how. “What… where did you get this?”

“When I moved out from my room I went through an old keepsake box. My dad made me keep one every school year, but I never went through them until moving out. In my 3rd grade keepsake box I found this - I made it for you in arts and crafts one day, probably one of the first days we really met. I remember I brought it to you and asked you to be my girlfriend,” he scratched the back of his neck and chuckled, “you laughed in my face and I guess I kept it in hopes that one day you’d accept it.”

Lydia was looking at the ring with teary eyes, “Stiles,” she looked up at him, “thank you.”

He gave her a silly wink, then shrugged it off by saying, “It’s not like I spent any money on it, Lyds, I just found it in an old box-”

Lydia pulled him down by his shirt and kissed him. He was shocked at first, but quickly melted into the kiss. He wrapped his arms around her waist, Lydia raveling her arms around his neck. After a long moment she pulled back for breath, her forehead pressed against his. “I meant thank you for never giving up. You never gave up on us, even after years of me rejecting you and treating you so horribly - you never gave up.”

“How could I ever give up on Lydia Martin?” he shrugged bashfully, “I knew you were my soulmate the day I met you. Nothing else compares to that.”

She pecked another kiss on his mouth and said, “I love you, Stiles Stilinski.”

He grinned, those very words from Lydia always putting a smile to his face. “I love you back, Lydia Martin - always will.”

She dove in for a hug then, squeezing him like he might disappear again if she let go. Stiles was holding her tight, too, face in her hair, when he glanced at the clock on her nightstand; “Ah fuck,” he reluctantly pulled back, “we gotta go,”

She nodded, looking at the time herself. She went to grab her jacket as she asked, “You think this will become a regular thing now that all of this hunter stuff is resurfacing? Scott calling us in when he needs us at late hours of the night?”

Stiles, hands on his hips, flannel flipped back behind his hands, said, “I wouldn’t expect it any other way.”

She kissed him on the cheek and grabbed his hand, “Well, c’mon then, we have an alpha to save.” He grabbed his jacket from the bed as Lydia dragged him out of the dorm room, door closing behind them.

And Stiles drove them to the location Scott shared, and they parked his jeep out at the park, and they got out simultaneously to see Scott and Peter bloody and battered with two other presumably werewolves with fear in their eyes - and Stiles and Lydia knew, this was a first of many late nights with the pack.

#stydia fic #stydia fanfic #teen wolf fic #Stydia #stiles x lydia #teen wolf #i just feel like there's not enough about them after the show #the thought of stiles traveling 6 hours every weekend to see her #his poor jeep going through the worst of times just so he can see Lydia #and okay their meetaversary is important to me #like they have known each other since the 3rd freakin grade #which means if they're 19 to 20 they've known each other for 10 to 11 years #sure lydia ignored him for a lot of that #but thats so freakin precious to me #anyway so this is my way too long than needed fic of them being cute together and missing each other and Scott needing them #its also a bit of the beginning of what later seems to become a more regular thing in s6 finale #when everyone meets up with them and Stiles and Lydia come out of the jeep like this wasn't their first rodeo #my fic #my stories #my stydia fics

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Describing it as being like home is actually pretty accurate yeah.

And YES! I am totally willing to talk about my modern AU.

I've been calling it the Adoption AU because Time ends up adopting all of the boys. It mostly started as, I saw an edit for a tweet someone did with Wars and Wild that involved Taco Bell (cannot remember the blog or post for the life of me though), and so I wrote a thing about Warriors sneaking out of his university dorm to pick up Wild, who snuck out the window despite his broken arm, and then got extorted by Legend in exchange for silence at 3am.

This was followed by a fic where Groose decided spray painting a public building was a good idea and got himself and Sky arrested, set earlier in the timeline.

So then I made a timeline. Twilight is Time and Malon's biological son, and he found Wild on the side of the road one day (Wild's backstory involves a bad car wreck and an underground hospital, but no conspiracy bullshit. Yet). Wild has no memory, so they keep him. Wild brings home Legend, who was told his uncle died at school before a holiday. They then also keep Legend. Malon finds Four in her barn one morning for complicated reasons, and they keep him too. Twilight finds Warriors, who is in his class, hiding in an alley one day after he ran away from an abusive home and brings him home too. SS Impa (who I've nicknamed Shield because there are enough prominent Impas here that they should get nicknames too) is a social worker who's trying to find Sky a home and has run out of options, and turns to Time, who has a record of successfully housing 'unhousable' youths, and asks if he can take one more. He can. Wild finds Hyrule and brings him home because 'Rule needs a shower even more than Wild does. Hyrule stays. Wind's grandma ends up with Wind and his sister but can't financially take care of both and so Wind ends up with the boys and everyone is +1 Grandma.

Twilight has a fic detailing how he knows Midna and Dusk and I ended up shooting him (oops) but at least their social project gets handed in on time.

Then I started hashing out Time's backstory and suddenly this AU had plot. And organized crime. And a conspiracy. And secret societies.

The summarized version is that the gems from OoT are like, Idk what they do yet. Haven't gotten to a point where I need to figure that out yet. But they are Important and have to be carefully guarded. The Great Deku Tree (just called Deku because he's not a tree here) was Time's foster father before Ganondorf killed him. Also, Ganondorf is Deku's half brother. Because. However Time 'stole' the Emerald and he and Navi ran until OoT Impa (Sage) and Lullaby found them. So Time got adopted into Lullaby's family. Ruto inherited the Sapphire from her mother who also died from mysterious circumstances, and Darunia has the Ruby. Lullaby got the Ocarina from her late paternal grandmother.

Then Ganon finds them and tries to steal the Emerald from Time, so Lullaby goes looking for help and thus finds the sages. Saria is an anonymous hacker who uses the screen name 'Kokiri'. Time reveals he didn't steal the Emerald, he was Deku's heir, and then Navi goes missing. Time is home worried enough that he's physically sick, and Ganon decides to try and attack the home. Only Lullaby's family is Olde Money, and they live in a big, old manor, so Lullaby as Sheik decides to play 'Home Alone' with the secret passages in the walls and they piss off Ganon because when did that brat get a sheikah bodyguard??? Sage and Rottla (Lullaby's mother, who is fully sheikah as well) rush home from a thing and Kokiri is running a play by play watching the security cameras.

I pull in my headcanon that Time was killed in the Downfall Timeline by getting impaled on Ganon's tusk and Ganondorf stabs him with the tusk of a mounted boar head and then Sheik shows up to protect his brother, and then Mama gets home and is not happy to find this man in her home attacking her kids. Time is fine, but Navi stays missing. (She's alive tho.)

Also, Time's foster dad was the last leader of a secret society known as The Order of The Lost Woods, and Time learns this upon meeting Tatl, who gets him sucked into another event that would probably make a good action movie. I have thought too much about the Order and it's hierarchy, but what's important here is that Time ends up with a standing job offer and Tatl and he remain friends and we find out how I fit FD into this AU. It's not pretty. This is where Time loses his eye too.

The AoC came out and I added that Link in as Wild's twin brother and he shows up during the main plot.

Which starts with Twi getting kidnapped. (I'm not really meaner to him than the others, I swear, he's just the most logical choice to be Time's heir. Which he is. He doesn't know this though.)

So he's kidnapped by Ganondorf, who broke out of jail, Zant, who shot Twi in highschool, and Ghirahim, who has some history with Sky I haven't fleshed out yet and a very public rivalry with Warriors over twitter. About six weeks later Sage finds him in an abandoned warehouse (because of course) with a shackle on his left arm and a lot of new injuries. He ends up fine, but he tells Time later in the hospital what happened and he's both message and messenger and Time is this close to just committing murder. Tatl talks him down.

Somewhere here is the half finished fic where I introduce AoC Link as Luke/Knight, and this is as far as I've plotted thus far.

Other tidbits: Wild and Lullaby/Sheik are both genderfluid, Lullaby/Sheik married Ruto, Wild has a very popular YouTube channel, Twi does drag racing sometimes, Sky has a pet bird, Four has DID to explain how the Colours are here too, and Wolfie exists in the form of a random wolf-dog Wild found and brought home that Legend somehow convinced half the family was Twilight. Also, Warriors has somehow befriended an entire sorority and he doesn't know how this happened.

This... got long. As you can see I have a lot of thoughts about the Adoption AU. It's gotten a bit away from me, I'll admit. This went from 'Wild does stunts on his motorbike and keeps breaking bones but somehow not the bike' to 'Twilight got kidnapped and Time is the target of a mafia that Ganon runs and also maybe killed a man once' and I don't know how that happened. Also, this is the condensed version of the summary. My actual summary/outline is much, much longer than this. So if there's any detail you want more on, feel free to say so and I'll happily go into more detail (there are so many things I didn't even mention....)

And yes, Robbie having a bong is very important to my best friend, for some reason. He has one in a modern AU and he probably invented one in canon. I happen to agree that this makes sense for his character, if anyone would invent a bong in LoZ it's Robbie (this is such an anticlimactic end to this ask after the stuff about the modern AU...)

Also, sorry for the long ass ask. I genuinely don't know how to condense the Adoption Au down any further. There's a lot of important plot beats to cover, and I still skipped things.

-Attllhak

oh my GOD???? if you ever write and post this somewhere id love to read it, the level of "crazy" conspiracy/action movie elements implemented sound sosososo cool, from Ganondorf being Deku's half brother to trying to "send a message" via Twi and- just- all of this is SO good.i sat here and reread this ask like 3 times as if that would magically spawn more info about it ahaha

there's so much to unpack here but it's honestly so worth it i love every single detail!!! i can imagine the actual outline being way longer, nad honestly that just makes me the more excited/curious about all that might be missing from this ask - i cant believe it started with Wild and Wars going to Taco Bell of all things

also i can totally see Robbie making a bong, no matter the setting or AU. fits him a lot I'd say

and dont worry about long asks!! i adore opening up my askbox to see one ask take over the entire thing, it makes me really happy aha

#attllhak #im once again rendered speechless (in a good way) by your creative mind attllhak #tortilla asks #long post #linked universe #ask to tag #injury mention

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Did Shuichi Really keep his distance from Jodie for her Safety?

We all know Shuichi would have done that but are there any clues in Manga?

Yes!

ch-337

Here it is shown that Shuichi is keeping an eye on Mouri agency after Vermouth stole the files Kogoro solved. FBI was keeping an eye on him because they thought vermouth was also targetting him.

But it had another purpose.

Ch- 342

Here vermouth clearly says that behind stealing the files had another purpose. That is to know the number of FBI agents, their address and the mean to contact them. Through them she figured out about the plan too. And she came at the port two hours ago and made them fool by disguising like Jodie.

Now Shuichi was there at the Mouri agency too, but he made sure that Vermouth won't notice his presence at all. She was clearly surprised and scared as well, when she saw him. 👇

Now Shuichi did that because, Vermouth would lower her guard while on her mission. She was nearly killed in NY because of Shuichi. So she wouldn't have taken risk to face him alone, especially after her boss warned him that he is a person they should fear from. So she would have called other members of BO for help, maybe even Gin. But since she thought that she will be facing Jodie, she didn't.

It was unplanned that Shuichi would show up. As per Jodie's plan, she will lure out Vermouth at the port and there her colleagues will be waiting to capture her. But FBI agents were fooled by Vermouth 2hours ago. Shuichi and Jodie didn't know about this. But since capturing took time, Shuichi went there to check.

So Shuichi getting exposed to Vermouth wasn't part of their plan at all.

Now this question arise-What if Shuichi did that only so that they can easily capture Vermouth.

The answer is yes!

Then what's so special about Jodie?

Now~

Ch-354

Just because he worked with some agents doens't means they're close. Here while capturing the serial killer ( Vermouth disguised) he worked with other agents too. And Camel also worked with Shuichi when they were about to capture Gin. Korn knew about Camel. Then why didn't they target Camel or anyone in those two years but him?

Before targetting anyone, one needs to confirm if they are investing their time in correct place. The closest people are targeted so that they will be easily captured. The closed ones can be manipulated easily using the reference of personal connection. For example, Mary was lured out by Vermouth, because MI16 agents spotted Tsutomu, her husband and wanted to confirm his identity. Since the relationship is personal, it comes to an emotional level for the target as well. They'll give in more easily, without any resistance ( as Shuichi said in ch-897👇) for their closed one's safety. And it's very unlikely, the agents he worked with will fall for the trap as they are trained and professionals. So capturing any FBI agent is no easy game. Now, the closest people are targeted because it's on an emotional level which is why they're easy to capture. Also it doesn't guarantee that Shuichi or anyone will give in that easily if the people captured, ain't close.

Ch- 897

From what Shuichi says, we can clearly say that Jodie was Bourbon's prime target as she won't waste time to investigate if she starts to doubt his death.

Now we know that from ch-342, Jodie said- "Shuu", infront of Vermouth. So Vermouth would have got an idea that they're close. In Japan, to call someone using their first name, one has to be really close. And she calls him using a nickname.

Gosho makes other FBI agents use Japanese honorifics, even if they are foreigners. James and Camel address almost everyone using Japanese honorifics( Akai-kun, Akai-San, Jodie-kun, Jodie-San), and in latest chapter of serial murder case of FBI agents, the two snipers were addressing Jodie as "Jodie-san". It's most likely Gosho makes everyone follow Japanese way to address others except Jodie and Shuichi. They don't do that with each other and with other FBI agents. But they address people with Japanese honorifics other than agents.

And after Shuichi faked his death, Jodie's reaction made it clear for everyone. Vermouth got the proof, while she cried in the car and when Bourbon investigated, it became specific. Even bourbon suspected if they were in a relationship. It was Bourbon's assumption that he made on the reaction he saw.

Now this question arise- Why bourbon targeted Camel? Mainly because he was spotted with James and Jodie near the Bank. Bourbon didn't know that he worked with Shuichi 2 years ago. But as I said just because one worked with other, don't make them close and after that incident they didn't work together either. Since Camel was also with Jodie in Beika mall, he investigated his reaction too.

Now what can we assume from this part about Vermouth?

What if she would have tried to investigate the close people of Shuichi after his cover was blown up? Well she did that with Jodie, then why not with Shuichi, whom they desperately wanted to kill in those two years.

Let's have a look-

By disguising and infiltrating anywhere to investigate as much as she wants also include to know who are the people Jodie was close with, the places she visits, people she meets, hobbies etc. Well she can hide her real face to investigate in surroundings. This makes it easier for her to conduct investigations and leaving no clue behind, as no one could find the actual person who was carrying out the investigation in the first place. So, Vermouth suspected Jodie when she in NY not when she was in Japan. In japan, FBI would have used codenames instead of actual names. And it was after Sharon Vinyard's death when Jodie kept her eyes on Chris Vinyard. So, Vermouth would have grasped that she was being monitored so shy must have investigated Jodie in NY. But fortunately, she didn't find anything about her relationship with Shuichi.

Ch-1048

Now what she did in Mary's case? At first when BO knew about Tsutomu Akai, Vermouth would have investigated about him, his whereabouts, his family etc. And since she planned to lure out Mary from the beginning and infiltrate MI16, she would have tried to get information about Tsutomu's voice, how he generally behaved, the way he communicates, his body language etc, from surrounding too. As a top class actress, who won Oscar, she won't leave these important matters. She visited Dr. Aride a few times before she wanted to kill him so that she'll get enough information about how to play him. So she would have collected enough of information, so that she can disguise herself as Tsutomu successfully, in order to infilter MI16, without leaving much room for suspicion. The fact that he met no one in those 17years and the excuse of head injury makes it easier for Vermouth though. But becoming total different person will definitely lead to a big threat as she would be infiltering a National Intelligence Agency. So she needs to be careful to match her personality with the actual Tsutomu as much as possible.

Detective Conan- The great detective turned small

Now because of this, the mystery behind that why Shuichi chose to sit at the back instead of driving himself gets solved.

They were already in USA so capturing Vermouth was easier than foreign land but they didn't have any proof against her. So Shuichi let her drive keeping himself hidden at the back. Just like-why not follow her? It was safer as he didn't reveal himself but he was still with her.

But since Shuichi already had this information that she'll head towards Japan, so he didn't drive himself to catch her then and there. In Japan they had this plus point- they can catch her with proof, that is while she try to eliminate Sherry. So they will get a solid proof against her.

Well this special was a remake of the first CANON episode. So technically, this scene should match with the actual story. And it does!

Vermouth knew about Jodie in NY.

Shuichi got lead that they should carryout their further mission in Japan, that is after Akemi's death.

And lastly he was there with Jodie but Vermouth didn't get a clue about his presence at all because in the Halloween party, she was shocked to see Shuichi.

So isn't it fare to question that Vermouth would have tried the same with Shuichi? Disguising herself to keep her identity safe while investigating about him, that is, to gather information about him, his close people,his family etc. But she never found anything. As I said trapping close people to lure him out will be the most easiest way out. But BO had no idea whatsoever.

Now there is this question- How Vermouth knew about Masumi? It was bourbon who knew about her because he met her 4 years ago when she met Shuichi on station, when he scolded her( Ch--936-938). So Bourbon must have informed about her to Vermouth. Mostly after Conan was kidnapped and Subaru, Bourbon and Masumi chased the culprit to save him.(ch-800) Vermouth had no idea who is Masumi when she went to kill Mary.

Now she used her disguising capabilities to-

Investigate Jodie's identity and find information about her.

She also collected information about the members of Akai family after Tsutomu disappeared. Then she lured out Mary to kill her so that she'll infilter into MI16 as Tsutomu. She would have tried to collect information about his personality too.

So, she would have definitely used her disguising skills to investigate about Akai Shuichi! But she never found anything about his closed ones in FBI.

So we can clearly say that breaking up with Jodie had another purpose(as everyone expected). Jodie's safety and so that he won't get blackmailed either to surrender. It's the same reason he kept distance during those two years except they started working with each other on Vermouth's case but he still tried to hide himself during their mission. Because in those two years they never targeted Jodie.

Well Shuichi started dating Jodie when he just entered into FBI, as Gosho said. At that time he was 24-25 and then Jodie was 20-21 so she clearly wasn't a FBI agent at that time. But when he broke up at 27, maybe she got newly into FBI or she was still training in Quantico. Well she would be 23, which is the minimum age to get into FBI. So FBI agents would not have known anything about them. And once Gosho said that Shuichi would take his girlfriend on long drives so maybe they didn't visit crowded places that much. Which decreased the amount of getting information about them even more.

Now in between Vermouth arc and Kir arc, why BO didn't targeted Jodie? There are many reasons not to do that-

Shuichi wouldn't have stayed in same place after getting exposed, as BO would target him. So they would have thought he and FBI went back to the States.

Mostly FBI would have returned to States as they didn't have permission to conduct the investigation in Japan at that time.

Since FBI would have no lead to pursue BO in Japan, they would have left Japan as clearly in Kir arc, Gin was surprised that FBI showed up at the end.

Since Gin and other members were shocked to see Akai Shuichi near Mouri agency, so it's clear that they didn't have that much idea if FBI agents were still there in Japan and would track them down. They didn't have any backup plan nor they expected this in the first place.

That's how it gets settled that why Jodie was never targeted before but after Shuichi's fake death.

So Shuichi did keep his distance from Jodie, for her safety and it's proven from manga!

❤

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RP meme from Scream Queens Ep 4 "Haunted House" (Note: Offensive content, use at own discretion)

A girl died in this tub.

There's no record of any of these names except for one.

Oh, my god, there's two of them!

I own Halloween. It's my jam.

Halloween is the most important day of the year. It's the one day on the Gregorian calendar where you're allowed to go around terrifying children and not be branded a psychopath.

I am a future network news anchor who's super classy and has almost no fat on her body.

A lot of my fans are, like, friendless dumpy coeds at this or that nursing school in one of this country's various national armpits.

They put down their hot pockets and bask in the warm glow of what it feels like to love me.

I went shopping with my comatose grandmother's credit card and bought presents.

Oh, my god, it says my name!

I hope the severed leg brightens up your trailer park.

You're a bright light in my life, and I wanted you to know how much you impress me with your frumpy spirit.

You are so devastatingly mediocre and adorable!

I can't wait to see you in person, but before that, I'd like to see you post this all over social media, to exploit it for my own gain.

Aah! It's a rotting jack-o'-lantern!

Aah! This box is just filled with blood!

She got me a razor apple!

I stole this cadaver head from an ophthalmology student just for you.

You're the most important person in the world.

So you didn't see anyone in a red devil costume entering or leaving the house?

Are you coming to the precinct pig roast this year?

Come on, she's obviously the killer!

Do you mean to suggest I changed out of my nightgown, strapped myself into a skintight pleather red devil costume, climbed out a second-story dormer, and shimmied to the ground with a chain saw before entering a window I had left open, tried to kill you, then leapt out the window, climbed back up the wall, changed back into my nightgown,

and raced downstairs, all in the course of about 90 seconds?

Clearly that's got you a little freaked out.

I'm not gonna hold any of this against you, and I'm gonna let you be my date for the faculty Halloween party.

Attempted murder!

A guy was almost killed tonight, okay?

Now, no, I'm not a detective, hell, I ain't even a cop, but what I am is somebody who watched every one of those Cosby mysteries, okay?

See? Dismemberment!

I am so sorry that I pushed you out of my car and drove off real scared.

I just can't believe that How To Lose A Guy In 10 days is your favorite movie, too.

In precisely two and half minutes when we go in there, you let me do all the talking.

What are you dressed as?

Oh, you have a squirrel. Don't see that much anymore.

Breakfast is almost ready, we got meat today.

What can you tell us about that night?

Now, we will keep your name out of it, of course.

'm a vault,

And to get in this vault you need a key. Now, you may ask, a key to what? It's a key to meaning. Once you've found the meaning, you don't need the words. You know what I'm saying?

Please, continue with your story.

Have any of you ever heard of "negligent homicide"?

We need to dispose of this body on our own. Now, I've got everything we need in the kitchen to make sausages out of her.

I'm gonna go downstairs, shut this party down, and then we'll get the body out of here.

Somebody has to watch after the baby.

Can you at least turn on the radio?

Just leave the details to me.

We can't just act like this never happened.

She's the devil, that one.

I looked at that baby up close. I know my peas and carrots. That baby was a girl.

Your support doesn't matter.

My campaign needs a theme?

My pumpkin's drunk.

I'm hosting a haunted house to raise money for sickle cell anemia.

Why are you holding a fund-raiser, though?

I don't think you understand the magnitude of the miscalculation you just made.

I can assure you you will not be winning an election anytime soon. And when you lose, I am gonna make it my lifelong passion to destroy your reputation.

You're a stuck-up little sociopath, and everybody in this room knows it.

It might behoove you to recall that everyone here witnessed you actually murder someone

Just sharpening knives.

Put the knives down.

I don't know what came over me.

How very adolescent of you to think of this.

It vaguely smacks of something my six-year-old sister would be excited about.

It's the most disgusting disease in the history of mankind.

You get it when you don't even understand the most basic tenets of oral hygiene.

Just give the dang thing its pot of gold already!

I ain't got no candy!

Bet you're a sexy dirt-covered girl. That's what I bet you are.

Sometimes I come out here and I just rub my hands on the gravestones.

I get you more than anyone.

I also find the thought of dead bodies extremely arousing.

I just don't understand why I have all these dark feelings.

You know, I just think our generation's had it too easy, you know? We haven't seen enough horrible stuff. There's no awesome diseases randomly killing people. There's not really any awesome wars to go off to and witness horrific things you can't unsee. We, like, pulled out of all of 'em.

Sometimes I just don't even feel like I'm living, you know?

The only time I feel anything is when I'm thinking about chopping up a body.

And here you are, saddled up with an uptight girlfriend who freaked out for no other reason than the fact that you just wanted to fantasize about having sex with her lifeless corpse.

Oh, my god, I got a total chub right now.

Not scary enough.

She'll let you in the back door.

What could be scarier for an adult than a child coming to murder them?

Isn't that all of our greatest fear? That the pain, the regrets, the mistakes of our youth will destroy us in our adulthood? That we can't escape our inner child. One we would rather forget, but who, at the end of the day has all the power.

Why are you lying to me?

Something does not make sense.

You got to give me more here, okay?

I don't understand what you're getting at.

Are you on bath salts?

Why are we even here?

This house is haunted.

There's a legend in this neighborhood about a woman who wailed about her dead children. And this was the house she lived in.

These dumb ol' kids are smoking crack.

I think it's incredible what you can find out with just a quick trip down to your local library.

This can be one of the rooms for the haunted house.

What exactly do you plan on doing at this haunted house?

I was thinking we could blindfold folks and make 'em put their hands in a bowl full of grapes we peeled, so it'll feel like eyeballs.

I think the reason you want to have a haunted house party is 'cause a haunted party is like a buffet for murderers.

Yeah, yeah, you can just go around killing anybody you want and ain't nobody even gonna even notice.

Just like you chopped the arms off that dumb-ass golf guy.

Why do you have it out for me?

So now you look at me and see everything you could've been.

I hope you have a good time at you haunted party and get to murder lots of folks.

You have this way too thought out.

Isn't this kind of nice?

My sense of personal identity is completely external.

I really don't have much to offer.

I've found that my particular style of speaking and gesticulation is extremely off-putting to most boys. And girls. And anyone.

I need to eat. My blood sugar is crashing.

I'm tired of depriving myself of joy and sustenance.

I may die at the end of a serial killer's blade, but I refuse to die hungry.

Which one of you ladies would like to be my costume for Halloween? I'm going as "dude having awesome sex with you."

I mean, what in the hell's wrong with the world where a guy can't even whistle at a chick just to tell her she looks hot?

I recently took a women's studies class. Yes, because it was a requirement, but I learned a lot anyways. Like the culture that says it's okay for a man to objectify a woman for her appearance is the same culture that pressures girls as young as ten to have eating disorders.

So you're basically saying I'm the one responsible for making you look hot?

When you treat us like meat, you're no better than him!

I'm not really sure how you got my number, but I like how you took the initiative and texted me where you wanted us to meet.

Do you think you're man enough to take me inside that house and attack my crack?

I'll sure this house has an amazingly romantic basement.

Hey, so, uh, a little awkward since we're about to bone down and everything, but, um, what's your name?

Smells like roadkill.

I've never been so scared in my whole life.

All right, if we go to the police, they're gonna see I'm still rocking a mad sidepipe, and they're gonna think I had something to do with it.

We have to warn people.

All right, everybody listen up! All of your lives are in danger!

There are dead bodies! Dead bodies. Real-life dead bodies.

Did you say dead bodies?

Those are like the most lifelike dead bodies I've ever seen.

Is that a real dead body?

There are five dead bodies in that house. Laid out in horrible and deliberate macabre poses.

You are not leaving this house tonight.

You make it harder and harder to believe that you're not the killer.

I found out something really interesting, and now I have a theory.

Everything is weird about that story.

I mean, it's too big a coincidence.

We have to figure out who that woman was.

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Things That Make it Warm

Zombies Run Secret Santa fic for @whirly-wind! Thanks for organising @runnerzero, @goblinsharkz and @notforconsumption. Spoilers up to S5M24 below the cut :)

Hi Mystery! I was so so so excited to get you because you’re always lovely about my writing, especially my Tom/Jody stuff 😍 this is the story of them getting to know each other (with a Christmas involved, because Christmas is romantic right?)

Apologies that it starts off just a LITTLE bit angsty but it’s these two and angst just happens to them. A writer can only do so much. I promise there’s festive fluff in there!

I hope you enjoy this! Merry Christmas!

((Stole the title from a Cavetown song because I hate naming things!))

*****

“Jody’s running slowly, so she’ll give ‘em a good chase.”

She almost has to swallow a laugh at Sam’s sweet admiration. Jody’s running slowly because everything hurts, because this idea is crazy, because it might be the last run ever gazing at an Abel sunrise, orange and pink flecking the horizon, and she wants to see it before-

Boom. The explosion rattles her teeth, her bones, smoke rising behind her. She doesn’t look back. She knows better.

“Miss Marsh! To me!”

Tom grabs her hand and before she can process anything at all they’re sprinting. Her heart and lungs are burning; it’s been months since she ran like this, weeks since her muscles atrophied, and the pain shoots through her legs at every step until she feels nauseous. But they’re running. At some point, she lets the bundle fall from stiff arms, a pile of empty blankets. Tom whispers something, and vanishes into the dust he created.

***

“We are not leaving you here.”

“Ian won’t kill me. He knows I still have some useful things inside my broken noggin.” His smile is lopsided, his eyes slightly glittery. Jody doesn’t know him that well, really, but that look has never been a good one on him. She pats his arm, and it dulls a little. She leaves her hand there.

“Isn’t that a reason to get you out?”

He swallows. “I can’t… I can’t promise that I’ll…”

“You saved my life. You’re coming with us.”

She knows, even though his sister might protest out loud, that Janine is grateful to her for making the call. She knows her so well she can hear that the woman’s shoulders have dropped just a bit in relief.

***

Tom likes Noah Base.

It’s warm, and enclosed, and safe. He can feel the presence of walls around him at all times. When he whistles, it echoes. It’s familiar.

When he was younger, being inside used to bore him silly. Paperwork was the worst part of the job; as a boy, Jane did his homework more often than not. Back in Karachi, the memories warm and soft as parchment, he’d play football with the neighbourhood kids late into the night, everyone teasing but good-natured, curious about the white boy who spoke Urdu like a local. The calls of other boys’ mothers rang out as the day grew long until at last they’d scatter at the figure of his father, the ambassador cutting a long shadow across the evening, rumbling “Thomas? Thomas? Time to come home.”

A couple of years later, he lay out on the family’s broad flat roof, breathless - hiding from his sister so she wouldn’t see him crying about their parents, about being ripped away from everything and everyone they knew. Hiding from the men from the embassy, so he couldn’t hear the bad news. So they couldn’t take him to England. Outside there were birds soaring above him, the sun shining like any other day. He didn’t have to confront reality.

And after that, inside meant dull lessons at boarding school far away from Jane, where he actually had to concentrate to keep at the top of the class, and inside meant stuffy offices with stuffy bureaucrats who would never understand the realities of field work no matter how often they were explained, and then inside was three bare walls of concrete and agony and time.

When the open air was no longer a choice, when life became nothing but a cube, six by six, lights off more often than on, inside became more comforting. There, nobody could sneak up behind him. It was easy to keep one eye open. If you stay in the corner, you’re never surrounded. It’s outside where things go horribly wrong. Outside is where the crawling men eat human flesh. Outside is where Jane and the others left him behind.

And so, years later, England again, he’d slip off his cuffs in his new cell and finally manage to relax enough to rebuild some of his sanity. He knew now that inside isn’t the problem. Being trapped there is.

Noah Base is safe. He can map out the whole place in his head, learn fourteen different escape routes, ranked from worst to best.

Noah Base is better than safe.

Noah Base has Jody in it.

***

Jody, for one, feels cooped up.

It’s okay, at first. Things were worse than this right after the outbreak. She’d stayed in a Tube station for a couple of nights, only peeking her head above ground to try and get decent reception to call her mum. When her phone gave up the ghost, she trekked it out of London. But sometimes, especially now, she still thinks of the noise, the irrepressible heat, sickness already spreading like wildfire.

It’s okay, at first. She knits. She stretches. Builds up her core strength again. Takes lectures on strategy. Starts to actually read Janine’s notes, to Sam’s disgust. She keeps positive as morale begins to drop, until one morning she doesn’t get out of bed at all.

Tom arrives at her door with a plate of cold toast and strawberry jam.

“You weren’t at breakfast.”

Of course. He notices everything.

“I wasn’t hungry,” she replies, then bites her lip. If anything, the latest messages from Abel make her far too sick to eat. Steve, inexhaustibly flirtatious, convivial, suave Steve, had sounded shattered. Half-rations. Quarter-rations. Ian’s getting… more unbalanced. Kefi reckons half the town is anaemic.

“Come in if you like, I’m decent.”

“You need to eat something,” he insists, pushing the door ajar and handing the plate up to her. She sits up, back against the wall, and tries to give him a wobbly smile.

“What’s the matter, Miss Marsh?”

“I just… can’t believe we left them.”

And she bursts into tears. He pats her arm.

He doesn’t rationalise anything to her.

He thinks that, just maybe, it’s worse to be the leaver than the left.

***

She’s so strong.

He watches her with a bow and arrow hit one- two- three targets in the centre, more accurate and deadly than his own hand with a pistol. She swings up the climbing frame like a monkey, upside down and ten feet in the air. The gym in Noah Base is cramped - what isn’t? - but training is manageable with the lack of equipment to fill the space. Peter - the man who found them this place, the man with the silver tongue, the man who hurt his sister - is at the weights. He’s always in Tom’s peripheral vision; Jane only puts him there to keep an eye, he knows that.

“Whoop!” Jody swings down from the ropes triumphantly and rolls to a halt. He clicks the stopwatch.

“One-forty-seven. Your fastest time yet, Miss Marsh. That was excellent.”

“You can stop calling me that any time you like, you know.”

“Nonsense. What would I call you then?”

She looks up at him, quite serious. He’s maybe a foot taller than she is. He’s a madman. A murderer. But there’s not an ounce of fear in her gaze, not anymore. When her hair is tied back like that, he can see her face properly, the fading freckles, soft straight hair, her laughing eyes, the cleft in her chin, the birthmark on her cheek.

“...Jody’s fine, Tom.”

“I… yes.” He blinks away in embarrassment. “If you would prefer that name. Yes.”

“Not if it makes you uncomfortable. Anyway, I’m going to try that again. I just know I can beat you.”

“And then you’ll take a break?”

“We’ll see,” she grins, and jogs back to the start.

She’s not only physically strong; she’s been through so much and she hasn’t let it harden her. She looks at every new day like an opportunity, a sunrise, swallowing back the bitter pill of life with orange juice. Not like him. He’s so far past broken he doesn’t even remember what wholeness tastes like; some important part of his soul still lies in that cage, rotting. So how can he be falling in love?

***

It just doesn’t feel like Christmastime.

The last few Christmases have fallen into some kind of routine, at least. They were bare and hard but everyone was together, kids faces lighting up as they decorated the township, people working together to make it as okay as possible. A bit more frivolity, a bit more food.

It’s December already, and nobody has even mentioned it.

Steve hasn’t sent a message in a good while, and the radio silence is making all of them itchy. Five’s been gone for weeks; Cameo’s probably dead. Everyone she cares about is probably-

“Jodes? Can you help me with this?”

It’s Tom, sprawled on his stomach on her bedroom floor, attempting to darn a sock and failing miserably. She laughs.

“They didn’t have darning as a class at Harrow?”

“Not that I remember, but I can recite some Latin at you if you’d like.”

“That sounds extremely helpful.” She swings down from the bunk and looks closer. “Have you just been tying knots in this?”

“I was trying to…” he stares at the sock in his hands with a rueful expression. “It appears that yes, I have just been tying knots in it.”

“Okay,” she sits down cross-legged and takes it from him to start unpicking. “At least you’re honest.”

“Where did you learn to sew and knit?”

“Our church hall ran a youth club. They’d do snacks and activities after school most days, and Mum always liked us out doing something; there were four of us and she didn’t want us under her feet all afternoon. I was a big fan of the needlework table. Who knew it would come in so handy, hey?”

“I have underestimated it.”

He rests his chin on his hands, intently watching her work. Her fingers are so small and quick compared to his. Her gaze flits between the sock and his face. It’s weathered and worn but she still sees warmth and handsomeness there, between the cracks in his scarred armour. The way he’s kept an eye on her every day since that breakfast, just to make sure she’s holding up. She shakes her head, and passes it back to him.

She can’t fall in love with Janine’s brother.

***

It’s the day before Christmas Eve, and Sam hasn’t let Five out of his sight for more than two consecutive hours since they got back to Noah Base, his hand stuck to theirs with glue. They’d normally protest this, but yet another dusting of horror and shadow under their eyes has cut their counterargument short. They nod to Jody when they see her request, and make some excuse about going to ask Janine about work assignments, hobbling a little on a twisted ankle. She appreciates it.

“Sam! Finally got you alone for a minute!”

“Jody! What can I do for you?”

He’s almost himself again, grinning at her from the chaotic comms desk that he’s tacked a bit of tinsel to. She can nearly forget the sound of his screaming last week when Five practically died in that godforsaken maze. It turns out nobody is better at picking up and piecing back together than Sam Yao.

“How did you know that… how did you…”

She pushes the door closed, and clears her throat. “How did you know that you liked Five?”

His grin broadens. “Jody, you like someone?”

“Shut up.”

“I thought you didn’t have crushes!”

“I didn’t. I don’t. Well, maybe I do. I don’t know!”

“Well, describe it to me.”

“It’s like…” God, his smile is dopey. “Stop looking at me like that, Sam, you’re putting me off! It’s like… every time I look at him I feel warm, and the world feels a little bit softer, more yellow, and I just want to protect him. Like, I’d die happy if I knew he’d be safe. And his face. His jawline. I… you’re giggling!”

“Tell me more, tell me more!”

She lobs a stack of rotas at him half-heartedly. He ducks.

“He’s just… so clever and so kind. And he’s still hurting, and I wish he would stop.” She sighs, warming to her theme. “Janine will go mad with me if she hears about it.”

Sam’s face goes slack with shock. “Oh my God. You like Peter?”

“Jesus Christ, Sam, no! I like Tom!”

“Oh, that makes so much more sense!” He chuckles, and then adds: “You do know he’s still a bit...”

“And Five isn’t?”

It comes out defensive, and she immediately wishes she’d bit her tongue, but he doesn’t get annoyed. He shrugs.

“You’re right, Five isn’t well either. Both of them have been through… stuff we can’t even imagine. Done things that people maybe shouldn’t forgive.”

“Who hasn’t.” Jody says darkly.

“Exactly. Their hearts are in the right place, but… just be careful, Jodes.”

Lines like but he would never hurt me and things are different now are not lines she likes to have run through her head. She heard those lines often enough as a little girl, when her brother Cameron was still in nappies and she herself barely out of them but already knowing they were lies. Her mum’s taste in men had got better by the time she’d had the twins, but Jody didn’t forget. She’d vowed to never, ever need anyone that volatile that much.

And yet - here she is.

“So. How’d you know you liked Five?”

“I just,” he flushes. “One day I woke up and just knew. My heart belonged to them. I couldn’t get it back. When they’re not around… it hurts.”

“Yeah. Yeah, that’s it. Oh Sam, what am I going to do?”

“You could just tell him?”

“Yeah. No.” She swings around in the office chair as she talks. “What if he doesn’t feel the same? What if I make him uncomfortable? He’s going through a lot still, deep down, and I don’t want to add to it, or put him under any pressure.”

“He’s a six foot three MI6 Commander, Jodes, I somehow don’t think you’ll be pressuring him into anything.”

“I suppose... but you keep your mouth closed, no matter what, okay? I don’t want to hear this anywhere outside of this room.”

“Just tell him you like him!” Sam calls after her as she heads back down the corridor.

***

“You’re coming to me for advice about women?”

Tom’s already realised that this was probably a bad idea, but he can’t exactly back out now. “I mean? Jane likes you.”

“Janine’s Janine. She’s… well, I know she’s your sister but she’s not like other women.”

“What does that mean?”

“Well, she’s…” he’s flustered. “She’s amazing.”

“And other women aren’t amazing?”

“Fair point, fair point,” he raises his hands.

Tom runs a hand through his hair. It’s thinning. When did he get old? So much of his youth was wasted.

“Jody is beautiful and talented and so good. She’s got this… hope about her. This luck. I feel like nothing could truly go wrong when I’m beside her.”

Peter nods. “And what does she think?”

“I have no idea, but she can do a lot better than me. She’s seen me ranting and raving out of my wits, and I’m ten years older, and… just look at me, Pete. I’m mostly scar tissue.”

Peter does, up and down.

“You’re very good looking to me, Colonel,” he winks at last. Tom snorts. Maybe the bloke isn’t so bad.

“You must have had relationships before, though? Surely? The way Janine always put it you’d think you were James Bond. A different person on your arm every day of the week.”

“I mean, I did. Of course. Lots of people. Nothing serious, but… that was so long ago. Before… before my head became a mess. When I could tell truth from lie as easy as up from down. These days, I’m not even sure if you’re in front of me. If I squint, I might lose you completely.”

Peter doesn’t know what to say to that. Tom’s introspective seriousness has always made him uncomfortable.

“Anyway, enough of all that rambling. I’m going to give her this.” He proffers a wicked-looking weapon. “For Christmas, I mean. Do you think she’ll like it?”

“An automatic crossbow?” Peter whistles. “Romantic. Right up her alley. She’ll love it.”

He nods in gratitude. “I appreciate you listening. Before you ask, Janey will love the ringbinder full of poetry you put together.”

“How did you know about that!” Peter is ashen, mortified.

“The name’s Bond, James Bond.” Tom throws the line over his shoulder as he wanders away.

***

Their Christmas is a quiet one, but perhaps more festive than anyone expected. Someone dims the base’s lights with crepe paper, and Amelia emerges from her quarters with a bottle of champagne. “Not as a gift, you understand,” she impresses firmly, “but as a service to myself. Being around you lot is making me bloody miserable. Put some smiles on, for once!”

Someone else has found a flock of wild geese and thanks to Jody’s crossbow the residents of Noah Base feast like Victorian paupers made kings. Janine taps her glass, makes a speech about times being tough and the importance of finding the things to celebrate. “I salute you all for your fortitude and bravery. This time next year, we will be with our friends and families again. It’s only a matter of time before we take our home back.” She’s got good at these at this point. They all raise a cheer, at least.

Tom and Jody talk long into the evening about everything they can think of that isn’t the last decade. Childhood stories, mostly: Tom and his football friends accidentally crashing a wedding and causing a minor diplomatic incident; the prank war with next door that Jody and her brothers got into one summer; Tom, Janine and General Bakari’s three-way chess matches; Jody nearly burning the house down attempting to make her mum breakfast in bed. Debates over Doctor Who episodes lead into arguments over the best Quality Street chocolate until they’re the last people still awake.

“D’you believe in God?” She asks, at some point, hazy under piles of blankets in front of the heater they’ve powered for the occasion. He’s wearing the new jumper she made him (“I’m sorry it’s bottle green, it was the only wool we had enough of but it’ll bring out your eyes, I reckon”) and leafing through the pamphlet of beginners knitting patterns she’d painstakingly copied out and tucked inside it.

He chews his lip, lost in thought, his mind straying back to Algeria even as he takes her hand in the present. “No. I used to. I was a chorister when I was a boy.”

“Seriously? One of those ones in Westminster Abbey? My mum always used to listen to them!”

“Yes! I loved it!” He laughs. “Only did the Christmas service once, though. I got bronchitis the next year, and after that my voice broke. But it was the first time I started enjoying life in England. When we stepped outside after the service, that was also the first time I saw snow. I thought it was a miracle. Janey told me not to be so ridiculous, so I put a snowball down the back of her coat.”

“I can’t get over how posh you are. Did you have to wear robes?” It’s the biggest he’s seen her smile in ages. He laughs again at the look on her face.

“Yes, I had to wear robes.”

“If there are no photos left of this, I’ll never forgive your sister.”

“What about you? Why did you ask about God?”

“I don’t know: I was just wondering. True meaning of Christmas, and all that. I used to think at the start of all this that if He did exist, he must have a pretty sick sense of humour. But I’m not sure, I don’t think it’s all that black and white anymore. Maybe He’s just tired of us.”

“Perhaps He’s on a long holiday. He’ll check in next millenia. Until then, we’ll have to figure it out for ourselves.”

She falls asleep not long after that, her head on his chest. He loves her so much his ribs ache.

Maybe there is a God, if a feeling like this can exist. If the two of them can find each other, despite everything. If he can leave so much behind, and lose so much, and still be so happy.

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can we have more blind!kaito au? i really love it so much, your writing is really warm and pleasing

Ahhh thank you so much, anon! I tried to make this installment warm and pleasing in content, so I hope you enjoy it! I’ve always loved this commonality between them, so I couldn’t resist.

Part 5

Hakuba was annoyed to admit that he didn’t have a good guess as to where or what Kaito intended to do for their date. He’d picked up on what he’d thought were clues during lunch, when Kaito had been far too enthusiastic about his chicken curry to be normal, and tried to catch sight of any braille pamphlets in Kaito’s desk or backpack but all he’d found was a ziploc bag of raisins.

The best he could figure out was that Kaito was being overly eager about food, although he couldn’t condemn the practice of carrying extra snacks as all that suspicious. It was a habit he’d found Kaito was fond of, even going so far as to pass him small pieces of chocolate or candy during class as if it were a personal point of pride for how many Kaito could line up on the edge of Hakuba’s desk before he started eating them. In lieu of notes, he took this to be their way of communicating during lessons, he’d taken keeping a few packets of pumpkin seeds in his pocket to pass back, as a counterpoint to Kaito’s sweet tooth.

But none of that helped him unravel this current mystery. As much as he hated to admit it, Kaito was still good at surprising him both intentionally and unintentionally. On the other hand, he found he didn’t mind it when Kaito was the one on the other side of the puzzle. It wasn’t a case to solve for the police, it invoked no harm on anyone and he could enjoy the way it tickled his brain without the shred of guilt that sometimes overtook him when he was working a murder. He could understand the allure of KID’s heists, with their spectacles and captivating performances that left no one hurt beyond the momentary sting of bruised pride over another victory for the thief. What guilt did niggle at him though was on the count of his actions at the heist and what he could almost certainly say he knew… and what he would do about it.

He stood by the school’s gate lost in those considerations, the curiosity and the uncertainty warring in his mind until he was taken unawares by a stick thwapping against his legs.

That was another thing he’d grown used to. Kaito let him pass safely by his desk now, but his customary greeting remained a swift tap on his shins whenever they met, as if to remind him where they started out from. It was accompanied by a hand curling around the crook of his elbow and Kaito tugged him immediately into motion down the sidewalk.

“Wait, Kaito, where are we going?” Hakuba asked, not resisting and falling into step beside him easily. His stick swept out ahead of them, with Kaito leading the way as they crossed a street to the beat of the beeper in the walk sign.

“You didn’t figure it out? Saguru, I expected you to know by now.” The sly grin that stole across Kaito’s face made Hakuba’s spluttering protests a little less indignant. “Going soft because of my wonderful charming self?”

Hakuba’s heart ached at the playful jibe, both because it was true and because he didn’t know how to reconcile that softness with what he did and what he might have to do. Focusing on the sun filtering through the leaves overhead, the signs along the roadside, he struggled to stay in the moment.

“Maybe.”

“Maybe? Guess I’ll have to work harder then, I thought I’d made some headway! But this should help me out with that.” With those words, Kaito turned sharply and pivoted Hakuba around his axis until they were facing into a park entrance, the path leading to a large domed enclosure that blocked almost all views past it. The sheer scope of it was breathtaking, the hemisphere composed of panes of glass that revealed the greenery inside, a door set in the side that Kaito quickly made a beeline towards.

“Kaito…Are we allowed—”

“I asked. And this is its inaugural day, they want people to spread the word.”

Hakuba pulled the door open for them both seeing as both of Kaito’s hands were full, the noise inside washing over him at the same time that realization did.

Chirps and calls flooded his ears, the small waiting area they stepped into filtering out none of it despite another door separating them from the true interior. After that, the true breadth of the aviary opened up before them. Birds roosted on almost every tree, flitting between branches and sounding off mating calls with persistent regularity. He could see an owl perched in the back, a nest of robins sheltered in a nearby tree and several pigeons cooing on a high roost.

“They’re all rescues, either injured or found as abandoned chicks. Released when they’re old enough, or kept safe if they can’t.”

“A ryukyu scops-owl...an okinawa woodpecker too.” Hakuba said, voice hushed as he craned his neck slowly around the space, trying to catch a glimpse of every species present. There were some he’d never seen before, though he could identify them by their coloring and distinctive shape from perusing the ornithology dictionary he kept beside Watson’s perch for when they ventured out into the back gardens. It was one thing to spy these species from afar, and another to see them flitting overhead only meters away.

“Maybe I should have held back a bit, it sounds like you’re more enamored with these guys than you are with me,” Kaito chimed in after another minute of Hakuba’s continued name dropping. “You haven’t even found the greatest treasure here yet.”

“What do you mean?” Hakuba finally focused back on Kaito, who tilted his head while he stowed his folded stick in his pocket. He shifted his arm from Kaito’s grasp and threaded his fingers through Kaito’s free hand, squeezing it gently as he tried to comprehend how warm he felt inside, how indescribably soft his heart was from the care that Kaito had taken in planning their date.

“Just listen,” Kaito said, smiling enigmatically. Pursing his lips, he whistled a distinct note that morphed into a higher register, before pausing. The same unique sound came back, shrill with the caw of an answering bird. Kaito repeated it again, one hand held straight out as he mimicked the bird’s call with unnerving accuracy. Hakuba couldn’t have told the two apart if he’d tried, the cadence and scratching trill were one and the same, the level of skill required to be the real parrot in the aviary was not lost on him.

A flap of wings and where Kaito’s fingers had been splayed now rested a small dove, beak colored orange and a stripe of white splashed across its face like a mask. Its feathers were a beautiful green, vibrant as a spring bough and it ducked its head to preen briefly.

“How did you…” To say Hakuba was impressed would have been an understatement, he’d had to coach Watson to come on command for weeks before the falcon responded and Kaito had charmed a bird down with just a few notes.

“It’s an emerald dove,” Kaito answered the question Hakuba hadn’t asked, shifting his hold to reveal the raisins he’d hidden in his palm.

Hakuba huffed out a laugh, careful not to be too loud lest he scare the bird but the implication of the name was not lost on him. However, he couldn’t agree with Kaito, because the greatest treasure in there wasn’t resting in Kaito’s hand, but in his. It was a sappy thought, one he’d never expected to have, and it cemented a resolution in his mind.

#hakukai #dcmk #Kuroba Kaito #hakuba saguru #magic kaito #anonymous #ask tag #prompt response #my writing #blind!kaito au #i always forget what tag i use for that #dcmk fic #i had fun with this one #thank you so much for the request!#i'm always surprised when people ask for more #i just assume otherwise no one wants to read it so it's nice to hear!

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whirlybirdwhat · 4 years

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Accidental Family Man Au

remember that one ask where I talked about some projects? This is one of them. Enjoy dad franky!

So it begins with Franky – a back alley repair in the illustrious mechanic city of Water 7 – a miracle engineering city, they call it, with intertwining roads of cars and rivers. Venice, if Venice was made of concrete and had a road system above its water system, twisting above houses and everything.

Franky used to be one of those engineers that created those miracles, but an accident later, and he’s the scourge of the city and half bionic, making his living in back alley repair shops where you either pay with cash or your life.

He never said he was a good guy, did he Ice Burg?

He still has connections though – and these connections lead to Iceburg, and to the Straw Hats.

Iceburg’s the mayor, of course, and while he doesn’t care much for his public image, he knows that if he starts accepting money from shady kids who showed up to his doorstep possibly covered in blood with a woman who he swears he’s seen before beside him, that maybe Water 7’s people will take a hit for harboring criminals.

But hey, He knows a guy already doesn’t he?

So he sends these kids and their broken van down to the Franky House to see if he would fix their beloved, broken, van.

The Straw Hats never reach it, because the woman (Robin) gets kidnapped and a fight breaks out, leading to the separation of the group,

So the story really begins with Franky and the little broken down RV called The Going Merry, previously belonging to the kid who’s standing in front of him, begging him to fix it.

More Hcs Below cut including actual dad Franky stuff lol

That kid is Usopp, and he’s asking because Franky’s the only repair man in the illustrious city of Water 7 that will possibly accept the cash that Usopp has to offer.

He doesn’t.

Instead, he attempts to kick the kid out and gets kidnapped in return.

Oops

So, Franky’s introduced to Ennies Lobby one of the worst places this side of the country – where people go and never come back, and hey, whats this kid doing kicking down the door?

Safe to say, Franky is rescued, and learns a little more of their story.

And Safe to say, Franky sees the woman they are going to save (him, and a bunch of teenagers and some 12 year old brat) and he near damn falls in love with her on sight and definitely does when he actually talks to her.

They save Robin, and start running – of course, Merry the van is just barely struggling to save all their added weight but they make it but also merry’s totaled.

So Franky shows them his pet project, The Thousand Sunny, supposed to be his super get away, home a way from home rv but with a few modifcations… the Straw Hat Gang has a new home. And a new crew member.

Franky learns everyone’s stories and about all the absolutely shady shit they are into. He learns he fits right in.

And then… then the moments start happening.

He helps Usopp fix up the Sunny, and teachers him about cars and such.

He and Chopper start bonding over bionics and medical shit that went into building his body.

Zoro and him geek out over comic heroes (this, at least in zoro’s part, is canon the big nerd.)

He helps Nami out with some headings and listens to her troubles.

Sanji and him go fishing one day and it’s the most surreal experience of Franky’s life because this teen is in a three-piece suit and catching giant fish out on the shore of some lake? What?

Franky gives Luffy advice and pulls him out of fights and shows him cool robot things.

And its two months in when Franky realizes – here is it actually typed out lmao

“In all honesty, Franky doesn’t know how it happens.

Well.

He has a vague idea.

(Can you save her? Please? Merry’s the best.)

But still – tracing the events that led up to him frantically calling Ice-for-brains at one am in the morning at a near abandoned gas station on the west coast was a hard task.

“Hello?”

Finally.

“Ice-for-brains,” He starts using the familiar name.

“Flunky? The hell? What are you calling me now?”

“Iceberg.” The use of his real name quiets him. He knows this is serious. Franky takes a deep breath, and exhales, saying the next words in a single breath. “I accidently became a dad to six crazy teenagers. Help.”

…

“Goddamnit bastard-berg this is no time to laugh!””

AND THEN HE GOES ON TO HAVE MORE DAD ADVENTURES INCLUDING:

Organizing the kids at Sabaody Park

being emotional support for all these kids trauma please world, give them a break

doing his best to say no to allowing luffy to swim with sharks but giving in anyway

being a component (aka fierce menacing bodyguard) in his daughter’s nami’s schemes

breaking up fights

Attempting to ground known criminals who may or may not be stronger than him

Modifying the RV so that they can have Brook and Jimbe on it as well

“MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS!”

Overthrowing the government in at least three different countries because his kids wanted to

Doing experiments with illegal fireworks on Usopp’s behest

“Do you want to play catch” “Franky that’s dynamite that we found in the stach what the fuck- “Do you want to play catch” “…Yes.”

Explaining Safe Sex to teenagers who have biggers worries such as the government

Teaching them all how to drive. He thinks hius heart has popped out of his chest.

Snoring loudly on their tiny couch and everyone just dogpiling on him

Also I had this in my notes

So that’s a thing that’s going to happen!

Uh anyway uh PART TWO – THE OTHER FCKING STRAWHATS

Note: Everyone is aged down three years from pre TS ages to enforce the fact that 1) the government is fucking nuts for assigning bounties to these kids in this au 2) give more dad moments as while we all need a dad in our lives at any age it gives me more plausible reason here 3) plot related issues and the fact that this story takes place over several years and 4) the image of a 14 year old taking down the government is hilarious to me.

So.

Moving on.

Luffy – 14 years old and an absolute bastard

Luffy grew up in the port city of Fuusha as a way for Garp to keep an eye on him because of his family connections and make sure nothing bad happened to him - didn’t quite work out.

dads a terrorist, his brothers a world class criminal, his gramps is an abusive piece of shit but also weirdly protective marine officer, his family’s complicated.

he grew up in the seedy underbelly of the city and made friends with a lot of criminals (who helped him get out because hey that five year old who used to steal our food is a brat and maybe we should help him get out before he becomes to chaotic (too late) and becomes our friend (also too late) )

Among these criminals are Shanks, who wanders through once in a while, Buggy, begrudging friend, Jimbe, because he has connections, Crocodile, because this brats a bastard, and Rayleigh, among others.

Annoys them to make him his friend, continues annoying them afterwards.

He just thinks they’re neat.

Luffy leaves two months after Ace, his brother under Dadan’s, the local gang leaders, roof, leaves because Ace can’t tell him to stay behind anymore

but the govt got word now he’s on the run – Coby helps him escape

As such, Luffy grows up with a very very skewed moral compass as in canon but a bit more, and now literally is almost ten times more feral as he should be.

His goal is now to do whatever he wants, without people telling him what to do or that he can’t do that – He’s going to be free, damnit.

Franky understands and learns over time to adjust his Parenting Skills accordingly

Zoro – 16 and illegally owning a motorcycle because he thought the best way to improve his skill was to go out and hunt down people to fight, and of course he needs a motorcycle to do that, doesn’t he?

He was pulled over for speeding then taken in for being underage

He is also caught up in some bad stuff (fight circles, bounty’s, etc. this kids 16 and breaking grown men’s spines.)

Then comes Luffy who was also arrested for dine and dashing and is in the back seat.

Luffy, who after the police car pulls over, punches out the police officer, unlocks Zoros cuffs and tells him “Drive”

So they drive

“Hey, hey Zoro. Join my crew. It’ll be fun.”

“Anything you say captain”

knows Luffy for three seconds and is immediately down to murder with him

Its great

He wants to become the greatest sword fighter still, which is still a thing in my fantasy modern world, so anyway, picture this 16 year old going up to you and tell you to fight but he has a sword in his mouth and in both hands and the most dangerous look in his eye.

He and Luffy immediately rob a sword shop to find him new swords after they meet, it becomes a thing later on where they will steal (horribly, they literally crash in through the window every time because they have no subtly) something small from each city they visit.

Nami - 15 year old pick pocket in the city where luffy and zoro stop, just trying to scrap up some money to pay off her family’s debt.

Bellmere’s still alive damnit.

Nami thought Zoro and Luffy were police originally (because they are driving around in stolen police car) and tried to pull the ‘oh officer help me’ card when the people she stole from chased after her

To her surprise, it was two kids her age in the front seat.

Luffy: “get in”

she gets in

they dont talk about it

The people who were chasing her was Buggy’s gang who Luffy waves at as he goes by

Buggy sends a message to Shanks which is essentially “hey that brat u liked is still alive”

And Shanks is like “oh thank god” not knowing the terror he has unleashed upon the world

A month later Arlong has mysteriously disappeared and the Bell-mere farm is flourishing while the second daughter becomes a world class criminal.

Bell’meres never been prouder and it gives Nojiko a great conversation starter.

Usopp’s 14 and lives in a trailer park called syrup alone

Has a business where he sells odd herbs and such, passing them off as anything that will get him some money – think of it as Toad Oil from Wano but with some popgreens and such mixed in.

His goal is get enough money to stand on his own and leave the park but its slow going. And then…

Luffy punches the heck outta the creep that was creeping on the owner of the park, kaya, and think’s Usopp’s stories are super cool.

Usopp wants to go with them, to explore the world With Luffy.

At this point, the Straw Hats have realized that driving a stolen police car around is a bad idea

so they take the huge van - a gift from Kaya named The Going Merry, and set off, using Nami’s stolen funds to get them by.

Sanji - 16 year old who longs to be a chef with the best food and just wants to feed people who need it

He hates government cause they don’t feed people and has a lot of petty grudges and helps Zeff run a lot of kitchens to help people.

He’s still the Sous chef of the Baratie and still has a penchant for kicking unruly customers around. Baratie has a less then stellar reputation for service but the food? The best in the land.

He feeds Luffy the food.

Luffy likes the food.

Luffy kidnaps Sanji

Zeff worries about it but he can’t do jack since he actually is not Sanjis legal guardian (he kidnapped the kid first on accident after they both were stranded. He still tries to call anyway, and is proud of the change his son is making in the world. He’s currently working to get suspicious government people off his back about his missing Sous chef with the unique curly eyebrow…

Anyway, Sanji becomes the cook for the strawhats and is really happy because everyone likes his food and he can help anyone along the way and send business to the baratie

Its a good deal for him, and with all the places he visits his skill grows as a chef.

Chopper - 12 year old prodigy who really wants to be a doctor but both his legal guardians are out of the way

Hiruluks dead and Kureha, against her will because she’s still beautiful at 100 dammnit, is in a nursing home trying to break out

Chopper has nowhere to go but still tries to pursue his medical career, and this fucking twelve year old does so by patching up people from bar and gang fights.

The Straw Hats pick him up and Usopp hacks into a govt control thing to sign him up for online medical course

Kureha’s proud and gives him a book of pressed cherry blossoms that was Hiruluk’s

He cries

Chopper gets lots of practice for medical stuff with Luffy and Zoro who like to fight in fighting rings just for the heck of it, and for the money that Nami wants.

Robin – 25 year old depressed archeologist (and assassin) they found in a mafia in the next country over (Vivi’s)

Crocodile’s running it, aka Luffy’s criminal uncle number 500

Luffy’s pissed about it and smacks him into the dust because it’s his friends country, and then drags Robin along because she needs to have some adventure, and hey, they are checking out the ruin’s next, wont that be cool?

So robin comes along as the ‘adult super vision’, at least in Nami and Usopp and Chopper’s mind.

She learns that these kids have some how been able to dodge school, and starts teaching them the basics of what they would need to know, and then any thing else they want to know. (Zoro, she finds, is extremely good at math while Sanji enjoys chemistry. Nami and Usopp catch on quick, while Chopper has his own studies already but enjoys talking to her. Luffy dislikes learning, but if the promise of pirates or foods or letters that wont spin in his head is involved, he’ll gladly sit down for a bit. He especially loves the stories however.)

Robin finds herself inching dangerously into mom territory, and accepts it whole heartedly after meeting Franky, who she finds handsomely hilarious.

She has a shady past but is slowly opening up about it, and knows she will watch the world burn for this crew.

Y’all know about Franky already so im gonna move on.

Brook – super fucking Old musician they found on the street looking for his dog Laboon

He used to be a star but lost his fame but doesn’t care – he only wants to make people happy with his music.

Luffy just straight up just drags him into the sunny, its becoming a habit of him kidnapping people, that’s not how you make friends Luffy (or at least it shouldn’t be – he always seems to make it work.)

Everyone just goes with it at this point while Franky sighs and triie sto figure out how to make a giant RV even bigger

The Crew find out his dog is living in luffy’s home town and used to play with Luffy when his friends weren’t around. They vow to go back once everything dies down, but in the mean time Dadan gets a new guard dog in her house hold

Usopp posts one (1) video of Brook (on Halloween in skeleton make up) and he instantly becomes a revived star, thriving on the mytery of the Skeleton Soul King.

He now posts videos from around the world of him singing but its impossible to predict where he will be next, and he’s invisible with out his make up to the internet, so its good for the whole criminal thing.

Jimbe

(best) Criminal uncle 501

No one knows exactly how he knows luffy beyond luffy himself but they are 90% sure its something to do with the underground warlord system that Luffy has connections too

He gives the best hugs, Uncle Iroh but without the well-meaning manipulation.

He’s tired of responsibility that he has in his underground position and kinda wants to fuck off to the Caribbean but then he meets luffy again and is like this is better

He Leaves the fishman gang behind with subordinate in charge and joins strawhats

He becomes stressed - “Why did you choose an archeologist and a man who wears speedos for adult supervision, how are you alive, do you need a hug, do you know basic math, have you even gone to school, oh thank god Robin is here - ”

Two minutes later

“Do you have code names, can I have one,”

He’s a big faker the dummy everyone can see right through you, you’re aren’t on this crew if you have common sense

Between dad moments, essentially its just the Straw hats breaking in and causing havoc where ever they go, building their bounties and being a found family.

That’s it for now, but please ask questions! Sorry this was so long lmao, ill also add something for Vivi later!

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conundrum-esoterica · 4 years

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Headcanons for my girl’s past, Beatrice Baudelaire (the first)

Beatrice was always an orphan. She never had a surname until the day she married Bertrand.

She used to live in an orphanage for girls, until the age of six. It wasn’t the typical ‘’bad orphanage’’. The ladies were very kind and she was very happy there.

Until one day one creepy old woman showed up and adopted her (catch me outside with those parallels yo) She didn’t want to leave, but she had to.

Her home was nothing like the orphanage. It was dusty and filthy and pretty much empty. The creepy old lady had a huge basement where she did ‘’science stuff’ but Beatrice wasn’t allowed to go there.

Beatrice hated that place. The woman was very abusive, she had do to lots of chores (and she was only six) and she lived in a tiny cold room with cracked windows. (Maybe she was the woman with hair but no beard? I’m not sure about that.)

The only reason she adopted Beatrice, was because she needed someone tiny, to clean the house (or at least, that’s what she told her).

One day the creepy lady went out and never came back. Beatrice was happier than ever before. She did whatever she liked, she played music on an old piano, she found an old radio, she danced in the corridors, and she read some books- definitely not for children. She had enough food for one month.

Some weeks later the door opened and two adults came in. One man who looked like he was going on a safari, and one woman with a beautiful colorful scarf on her head. They were both from India and they had a little boy, in her age.

Beatrice panicked and hid under her bed. After all the abuse she was afraid of adults.

When the couple found her, they were very kind and comforting. She wasn’t still sure about them, but she really liked their son with the funny name- Montgomery Montgomery. He had a tiny snake hidden in his hat!

She stayed with the Montgomerys for two years. Beatrice and Monty bonded very well, like brother and sister.

She learned a lot of things with the Montgomerys. How to take care of snakes. How to make coconut cake and Indian food. And also she first learned about VFD.

The Montgomerys told her that the woman Beatrice used to live with, was from the ‘’bad’’ side of VFD. So they went to investigate her house and also found her. They needed her because their organization, needed young intelligent children.

Everything changed one night. The window in Beatrice’s and Monty’s room broke, and a man in black came in their room. He grabbed the kids from their ankles and took them in a black car.

They tried to fight back, but he was stronger than them. When the car drove away the kids saw behind them, the Montgomery mansion in flames.

And this is how they got in VFD. After their painful tattoo, some training for begginers and a lot of crying because they missed their home, they started getting used to the organization.

Two months later, a girl and a boy came too. His name was Lemony and her name was Ramona Jacquelyn Renault (but she always wanted people to call her ‘’just R.’’)

Monty told Bea, that she was the next Duchess of Winnipeg.

Life in the headquarters of VFD wasn’t easy. They had to do a lot of reading and dangerous exercises. Beatrice wasn’t happy there. Something was wrong with VFD deep down, she knew it.

She started hanging out with R. She was pretty cool. Beatrice wanted to talk more with Lemony, but he was kinda shy when they talked. She thought that maybe, he didn’t like her much.

R., Monty and Bea used to talk with Lemony’s siblings too, even if they were a little older they were nice. Kit and Jacques were very interesting and funny.

More and more kids came in VFD day after day.

One day they had to write a sonet for the literature class. Beatrice was so proud for the sonet she wrote so she stood up and read it in front of her whole class. Everyone applaud, because it was beautiful, and also because she had a charisma for drama. Their sonet teacher suggested her to join the drama clib.

In the end of the day Beatrice and R., went to the drama club. And there they first met Olaf. He was a tall boy, a little older than her (in the age of Kit and Jacques) with one eyebrow and shiny eyes. Everyone in the drama club hated him because he was rude and always said filthy stuff to the other kids. But he was very talented and Beatrice liked him, despite his evil nature.

Some days after, at the end of a rehearsal she found a little business card in her bag. It was from Lemony. An invitation to go with him to drink root-beer-float in a small soda-shop in the East Gate. How did he knew that root-beer-float it was her favorite drink?

And that’s how their love story started. With root-beer-float, books, poems, sonets and cute stuff like that.

Time passed and the kids were 13 years old.

Beatrice used to hang out with Olaf too. He was kind of a douche and a ‘’bad boy’’ but she really liked him, as a friend. Lemony didn’t approve her friendship with Olaf. He was always weirdly jealous of him.

But Beatrice had a crush on Lemony anyways. Not Olaf.

‘‘R. I think i’m in love’‘ / ‘‘With Lemony?’‘ / ‘‘Yes.’‘. Poor lesbian R. spent the rest of the day crying, because she really liked Beatrice.And she knew that she didn’t had a chance with her...

The kids had complete the first part of their VFD training. And now it was about time to start the ‘’missions’’. Their teachers picked pairs, and Beatrice hoped that she would be paired with Lemony but her partner was Olaf. She didn’t mind but Lemony was really angry -and he didn’t had a pair. He was all alone.

She spent the next two years with Olaf and with their chaperone who was drunk most of the time (and asleep) so they did whatever they liked.

For two years, Olaf and Beatrice traveled with their chaperone, solved mysteries and did a lot of ‘’bad stuff’’. Like, smoking, stealing, and drinking. Beatrice knew that Lemony wouldn’t approve her new cool life-style, but she liked to live in that way.

One day, before the end of their training, they were both drunk and Olaf kissed her. Beatrice freaked out. She slapped him hard in the face and Olaf tried to slap her back, they started to fight, but Beatrice was stronger than him and better in martial arts so she really kicked the shit out of Olaf.

They never talked again.

Everyone returned in the VFD headquarters and after 2 years, Beatrice realised that poor-little-Lemony-Snicket, had a glow-up and now he was a super-hottie-intellectual-16-years-old-guy-every-girl-and-some-guys-also-liked. (Also with a bit of a Dark Academia aesthetic)

Olaf quit the drama club (probably because of her) and she was relieved.

She never talked with Lemony about the years she spent with Olaf and he never asked.

Kit started dating Olaf. And literally everyone was upset about it. Especially Beatrice and Lemony. And also Jacques.

One day Kit came in her room crying. Beatrice and R. comforted her and asked her what was wrong. She told them that Olaf was drunk and hitted her.

Beatrice went fucking feral. She ran out in the corridors screaming Olaf’s name. He found him in the cafeteria, and of course they started fighting.

Their teachers stopped them, but they were already bruised with bloody noses. (And also that’s how Olaf got his crooked nose)

For the next years a lot happened. Beatrice started dating Lemony (finally), Kit and Olaf were back together (but this time Kit wasn’t playing games. She was more mature and he promised to her brothers and Bea, if Olaf tried to do anything bad to her, she would fight back. As she did, a lot of times.)

Beatrice and R. were the theatre stars of the VFD.

They traveled to the Mortmein Mountains, they helped Whidershins to build Queequeg, they did a lot of perfomances, and they also learned how to kill someone with poison darts....

They were finally 18 and ready to leave VFD behind, and start their lives.

Beatrice and Lemony rarely met each-other. For the next years Bea and R. joined a theatre troupe and traveled a lot, around the world. Lemony was back at the City studying rhetoric.

Beatrice and R. used to date while they were in the troupe. It wasn’t something serious, R. knew that Beatrice was still in love with Lemony.

Some years later the Palace of Winnipeg send a letter to R. begging her to come back, because her mother was sick, and if she died, R. was the only one to take her place. Before she went to the palace R. gave Beatrice her family ring. Poor R. was always in love with her best-friend, until her very last moments.

So R. leaved the troupe, and Bea returned to the City to find Lemony. They used to live together for some years and they were both very happy. Lemony was a journalist and Beatrice was an actress in the ‘’Theatre of the City’’

Aaaand then the shit-storm started. Lemony’s parents were murdered. And R. mother was murdered too. Jacques told them that Olaf’s parents killed them. But it was just a rumour.

Kit broke up with Olaf of course as soon as she heard the news. They all sticked up together, and they promised that they would kill Olaf’s parents.

Lemony didn’t knew. They hadn’t told him.

[So i don’t know if they killed him when they were still young (18-25) or later when Beatrice was already married and had children. I’m going with the first plot because it fits better with my story]

A ‘’war’’ started after the assasination of Olaf’s parents. Homes and head-quarters were burned down, everyone betrayed everyone. A second schism was dividing the already divided VFD.

One night Kit told her that someone had the darts, the ones who killed Olaf’s parents. Someone took them and hided them in a sugar-bowl and it was the only evidence that they were responsible for the murder.

Of course Esme had the sugar-bowl. She bought it on an auction because she was already in love with Olaf and she knew, that the only way to get him was with the sugar-bowl.

And Beatrice stole it. Meanwhile Olaf was captured for the arson in the royal-gardens and several other crimes. But somehow he managed to blame Lemony for the arson.

And this is how Beatrice and Lemony broke up. She believed the rumours (dumb girl bruh...) and they broke up.

Then BOOM she realised that she had Lemony’s baby in her belly. So she had to marry someone, otherwise it would start gossip in VFD, and Beatrice hated that.

She met Bertrand again, it was a guy she knew from her days of training in the VFD head-quarters. The timing was perfect, because they fell in love. He told him that she was pregnant but he didn’t mind. He promised that he would raise the child, as if it was his own.

Then they had to run away because Olaf was back at the town. So they traveled in the island. They spend a long time there till (THAT bitch) Ishmael kicked them out. They returned to the City

Violet was born and the same month Beatrice learned about Lemony’s death. She was devastated. She promised that she would stay away from VFD for the rest of her life. And she would never see her friends again, Kit, Jacques, Monty, even R. Bertrand agreed. It was the best for the safety of their daughter.

The years passed and Beatrice had three wonderful children. Everything was perfect. Her family was perfect. Her husband was perfect. For the first time... her life was perfect.

One day she recieved a letter from Olaf. He said that he would visit them next morning.

Beatrice and Bertrand told the children to take the trolley and go to the Briny Beach.

Olaf came but he was not alone. Esme was with him too. The man with the beard but no hair, and the woman with hair but no beard, were there too. And some of the other ‘’bad guys’’.

They started fighting with them, threatening that if they don’t give them the sugar-bowl (the only evidence of Beatrice’s guilt) they would find their children and kill them. And then the fire started. No one knows who started it, maybe it was really an accident.

Olaf Esme and the rest of their gang, run out but Beatrice and Bertrand tried to save some of their files. And they were trapped. Bertrand helped Beatrice to go under the house, to the secret passage, but he was trapped before he could go down there too. And Bertrand died.

When she came out she went to Winnipeg, trying to convience R. to come with her to find her children.

But R. told her that she had to stay with her. It was for the better if the children didn’t knew that their mother was alive.

Beatrice disagreed, she had to go and find them. R. conviced her to stay for the night, and they would go find them together.

That night, someone burned the palace to the ground. R. was dead. And Beatrice was heavily bruised. She was no longer beautiful. She had lost everything, her home, her husband, her children, the true love of her life, ever herself.

No one knows what happened to Beatrice Baudelaire.

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kylorensdestroyingthings · 4 years

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Sunshine | Reylo

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a/n: I really love AU reylo sue me okay? requests are open!!

warnings: fluff, BAND AU, Soulmate AU

Rey sat in the middle of her physics lecture, listening to her professor drone on and on about a topic she'd learned in high school. Beside her, Rose was scribbling words onto her arm. After each word she'd wait a moment until more appeared on her opposite arm. It was her soulmate. Rey rolled her eyes at the girl as she giggled silently at something Finn had said. They'd been writing each other since they first turned 18. Rose and Finn were madly in love and it made Rey want to barf, just the thought of it made her gag. Sure she was happy that her best friend was in love, but the thought of writing endless love notes on her body never appealed to her.

Typically, when people turned 18 the first thing they did was write on their skin- to see if they'd get a response. Just about everyone had a soulmate, but there were the few rare occasions that someone was born without their other half designated by the stars. Rey never wrote on her skin because everyone left her. She didn't want to be reliant on someone's handwriting. She wanted to be her. Luckily, she never got some type of declaration of love and she was fine with that. Nobody could leave her if they didn't reach out. That was her philosophy in life.

She'd always been very careful not to write anything on her skin, for fear of a response. Anytime she accidentally got marker on her hands called for an immediate trip to the bathroom to scrub the ink from her skin. As soon as the lecture ended, Rose and Rey walked to the local coffee shop on campus, their daily routine in order to study. Rose claimed them a spot in a booth away from the door while Rey went to stand in line to order their coffee and tea.

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Kylo Ren was about to lose his mind, or commit a felony. It was only the second week of the First Order tour for his band Knights of Ren, and he was contemplating if it would be worth looking for another bassist if Hux didn't just shut the fuck up. Seriously, the pale red head was way too loud on their cramped tour bus. Phasma gave him a glare before shaking her head. "It's not worth it." She had told him. "It might be if it gets us some peace and quiet." He grumbled throwing one of Hux's own drumsticks at his head. The red head grumbled. "I fear for whoever has you as their soulmate." Hux scoffed rubbing the back of his head tenderly. "And I mourn for Phasma, considering her's will be dead in a matter of seconds." Kylo snapped angrily. Hux knew soulmate's where a tough topic with Kylo, yet he brought them up at every single god damn opportunity he had.

Kylo didn't mind not having a soulmate. Well, he didn't know if he did, they never reached out and he had no desire to himself. He just tended to assume that he didn't have one. His parents were soulmates, but they seemed to be pretty bad parents. His nights as a child were spent listening to his parents fight thinking he couldn't hear them. Maybe they were in love before him, that was a good bet but growing up they seemed to hate each other.

"Ha, yeah right Ren." Hux said throwing a marker at Kylo. Catching it, he looked around for a piece of paper. Once he couldn't find it he decided his skin worked best, somewhat forgetting that it wouldn't just appear on his own. "Yeah, look it's on my to do list." Kylo said showing his wrist.

To Do

1. Murder Hux

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Rey returned with her tea and Rose's coffee. She handed the cup to Rose whose eyes suddenly widened.

"Uh Rey, have you talked to your soulmate lately?" Rose asked cautiously, knowing the subject was touchy for the young adult.

"Jesus Rose, you know I've never spoken to them in my life and have no desire to." Rey said with a scoff sitting down in the booth directly parallel to her. "Well, um you might wanna look at your wrist?" Rose squeaked and Rey's eyes snapped to her wrist where a simple to do list was written out.

1. Murder Hux

"Oh my god." Rey said almost spitting her tea out. "I didn't write that"

"Yeah no shit! What kind of name is Hux!" Rose almost yelled. "You gotta write back man."

"Hand me a marker." Rey said shocking herself. All of this defiance of not writing her soulmate and for what? To give that up the moment they wrote her? Rose quickly scrambled for the pen she used to write Finn all the time. Once in her hands, Rey wrote out a simple question. "God, I hope they're not a psychopath."

Does this mean I'm an accessory to murder?

Rey waited a moment, her heart rate had accelerated. She'd never done this before. It was a foreign feeling like no other. Talking to her soulmate. The thought even felt weird, nonetheless when the words appeared on her skin this time, she felt a tingle. Maybe it was because she was consciously focusing on the words, who knows.

So you do exist came the mysterious reply. Rey laughed rolling her eyes as she scribbled on her arm again. Maybe she could understand the appeal to it now.

You never answered my question. Rey replied, dodging how her soulmate knew of her negligence to reach out. But technically the blame could go two ways.

No, I'm just threatening my Bandmate. He's annoying.

Rey let out a hearty laugh, as if that made sense. Rose watched on in awe, still completely shocked at what was happening.

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Kylo was surprised when a response showed up, he'd completely forgot about the chances that someone out there was made specifically for him. He felt like he didn't deserve a soulmate. The fates decided otherwise. Maybe he was worthy of someone.

You're in a band? They asked and he felt the tips of his ears growing red. What if this person was an obsessed super fan? He felt narcissistic even thinking that, but it wasn't rare that people drew the same words on their arms thinking he'd be stupid enough to believe them. He hesitated answering, almost scared it would be someone who knew him.

We're actually on tour currently he wrote. Plenty of bands were on tour, surely whoever they were wouldn't single his out.

Anything I might know? The words appeared on his skin. Surely whoever it was had to know who they were. They'd been on every radio station, youtube interview, and all over social media. They blew up pretty much overnight, and went from playing in small venues barely selling tickets to sold out concerts at arena's.

It's an Emo/Alternative band, nothing too special. His arm was covered in writing at this point, he was receiving strange glances from Phasma who, thankfully had managed to keep Hux quiet.

My roommate is super into that stuff, always dragging me to shows with her whenever they come to town.

"Let's go pretty boy, rehearsal in 10." Hux said calling to him. He hadn't even realized when the bus stopped moving.

"Be right there." Kylo said looking back down at his arm. Hux only scoffed and walked away from the scene, as if he hadn't been this enamored the first time him and Phasma made contact in high school.

Sorry to cut this short, but I have rehearsal he wrote apologetically. He genuinely did want to stay here and talk to the stranger all night if he could. And I have a show tonight

Oh no worries, I have an exam to study for. Break a leg :) For the first time in ages, a genuine smile crossed Kylo's face. That was a rare occurrence, and a complete stranger managed to make it happen.

Thanks :)

___ The two chatted over the next two months, growing closer. He told her about concerts, groupie's, and of course Hux and his never ending mission of annoying Kylo. She told him about her exams, her classes, how much she worked because she was stressed about money. He always offered to help her, but every time she declined, telling him that she needed to work for it herself.

He admired her for that, but let her know that if she ever needed help, he'd find a way. She still didn't know the name of his band, and he didn't mind that. She knew him as Ben. Something to differ her from the rest of crazy fans. As he was thinking about her, he felt the familiar tingle on his skin.

Today's been absolutely horrible. He frowned at that. Every once and while, she had bad days but his were more common. Knowing she felt bad made him want to destroy whoever made her feel that way.

What happened sunshine? He asked her awaiting the response. Slowly each word showed up, and when the ink smudged almost like someone was wiping it away in certain places he could tell she was crying, it smeared the ink.

I went to turn in my paper, only my computer crashed and i lost everything so I wrote a horrible paper just to meet the deadline, and then someone stole my wallet at the coffee shop so I have to get a new card and then a bird pooped on my backpack, and it's just not a great day.

Hey don't cry sunshine. He wrote the words down quickly, his heart physically aching at the thought of her crying. Kylo wanted to hold her and never let go. Unfortunately, being soulmates didn't mean you could find one another physically quickly. Another thing was that any attempt at getting a phone number or basically anything other than a first name was off limits. It just meant, there was someone out there made especially for you. Everything is going to be okay, you're strong, your paper is amazing, and you can wash your backpack.

I wish you were here love Kylo's heart fluttered at the words.

Me too, sunshine He wanted more than anything to be there. To finally know what the girl he loved looked like. To hold her in his arms, and keep her to himself. Enough about the bad, what's good that's happening soon for you?

They did this a lot when one of them had a bad day. It tended to help and get their minds off of whatever was feeling wrong to them. Typically, Rey was always the happy one who was making Kylo feel better.

Rose is dragging me to a concert this weekend that she won tickets for, I don't know who but they're always fun. He smiled at that. For some reason, Rey was always letting her roommate drag her everywhere but she always had fun doing whatever Rose's plan was for the week. He was thankful for the girl because from what he could tell, Rose always looked after Rey well.

That will be fun, try not to fall for any of the band members ;) He laughed at his own joke, startling Phasma.

"Talking to your girl again?" She asked looking up from her book. "Yeah," Kylo said smiling. "I want to write a new song, for our next show."

"About her?" Phasma said cocking a blonde eyebrow. "Fan's will certainly love that."

"They all know they never had a chance anyways." Kylo said rolling his eyes.

"Tell them that." She spoke flipping a page in her book. "But I like the idea."

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That Saturday night, Rey stood in front of her mirror looking over her outfit with uncertainty. The green overall dress and black shirt she wore under it were out of her comfort zone, but she knew she didn't want to stick out like a sore thumb if she wore something else. She borrowed some of Rose's boots that were always for these concerts they went to. They were hard would prevent her feet from getting smashed when they were at the barricade.

She tucked a pen into her pocket, just in case, she had told herself. That was a lie, she always wanted to talk to Ben. Suddenly she felt the familiar tingle, looking down at her wrists Ben's handwriting appeared.

Be safe tonight sunshine <3.

Always am love <3.

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The crowd for Knights of Ren was dense. Their first album had been what got them on to the top 100 charts. Rose made Rey listen to them on the ride over, and Rey completely understood why. The lead singers voice was one of an absolute angel. The bassist was pretty amazing too. Somehow, they'd manage to get tickets about 3 rows away from the right side of the stage.

Rose squealed from beside her. "Dude this is going to be so amazing!"

Suddenly the lights went down, suggesting the concert was about to begin. Kylo Ren was absolutely gorgeous and she could tell he loved being on stage. After playing through the entire album Kylo spoke into the mic for a little bit.

"Okay, so I actually have a surprise for you guys here." He spoke, his deep voice traveling through the arena. "We're playing a new song, one I wrote very recently, for someone very special. This is Sunshine."

He nodded at Phasma who began to strum the first couple cords. Rey listened to the song carefully. It was really beautiful, and one of the best songs she'd ever heard of.

The words appeared on my skin

you said baby i've had a bad day

and I told you

Sunshine don't cry

I'm only a couple thousand miles away,

and love, you wish I was there

but I'm right here in your heart

always there to chase the rain away.

Sunshine, don't cry.

Rey's eyes widened. Remembering the conversation she had with Ben meerly days ago. One of the first things he told her was that he was in an alternative band. She scrambled for her pen in her pocket looking at Kylo with certainty before writing on her arm.

I'm right here

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As he finished the first chorus, he felt the tingle. Subtly, he looked down towards his wrist where the words appeared. Frantically, he looked up searching the crowd, his leather gloves with the fingers cut off clutching the mic tightly.

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She noticed his eyes searching the crowd as soon as he looked at his wrist. The same one she had wrote on. His eyes screamed one question Where? Quickly, she wrote down her location within the crowd.

My right, third row.

Despite there being thousands of people in that arena and the crying girls throughout the entire row her and Rose were in, she locked eyes with Kylo, well to her he was Ben, immediately. His eyes widened, almost in disbelief before he hopped off the stage, walking straight towards the barricade. Rey found herself pushing through the crowd of screaming girls to reach for him, Rose following hesitantly behind her. When they finally were face to face, he let the last line of the song fade away before speaking quietly, away from the mic.

"Sunshine" He spoke, making her heart burst into flames. For the past two months, she'd been imagining his voice saying his name for her. Finally, here they were. Staring at each other face-to-face in a crowd of thousands of people.

"Ben." She whispered and he put a large hand to her face cradling her cheek.

"It's you."

"Yeah, it's me love." With those words she kissed him deeply and lovingly. His arm came to the small of her back, holding her against the barricade as close as he could get her. Her hands held the back of his neck softly, but hungrily. He was finally in her arms and she never wanted to let go. Suddenly, the sound of fans screaming excitedly broke them from each others trance.

He turned to Rose quickly. "I owe you so much for bringing her here. Anything you want."

"Name your firstborn after me." Rose said in her typical fashion but also getting over the shock of what was happening.

"Sure, anything." Ben said before looking back to the crowd awaiting him. "I'm bringing you backstage, wait for me to finish?"

"Of course." Rey spoke grabbing his hand gently. Ben nodded towards security and then towards Rey before lifting her over the barricade and pressing his lips firmly against hers once more.

"I'll see you soon, Sunshine."

#reylo #reylo fic #reylo au #ben solo #kylo ren #rey #star wars fic #star wars fanfic #reylo fanfic #soulmate au #band au

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howwelldoyouknowyourmoon · 4 years

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Sun Myung Moon, a mysterious romance, a stolen lover – and a triple murder.

The Tragedy of the Six Marys, pages 161-172

by Pak Chung-hwa

Kim Won-deok graduated from Japanese Military Academy during the Japanese rule. After the liberation from the Japanese, he joined the North Korean military, but worked for the South. He was arrested and sentenced to death, but he was saved by his previous boss in the military. He was sent to Heungnam prison, where he met Mr. Moon. After Kim was introduced to me, we became close friends – like brothers. When he was released, he became a security officer in South Korea.

When the Unification Church was in trouble, he helped Mr. Moon in many ways. He saved Mr. Moon when he was attacked by his wife in Busan. She could do nothing about it.

▲ Kim Won-deok

A mysterious romance 162

One day Kim Won-deok told me an interesting story. It was a story of romance that made me jealous. He had taken a night train to Busan from Yongsan station a few days previously. He was sitting in first class. An attractive looking woman surrounded by many policemen got on the train. She appeared to be a lady connected to some high official. She sat on the seat in front of Kim. Until the train passed Daejun, they said nothing to each other. They just looked at each other.

After a while, she started to recite an old Korean poem, while she looked at Kim Won-deok’s profile. Her voice sounded like the voice of angel to him. She looked a little serious, but she was quite emotional. Kim was a man of much experience. He asked her if she was bravely travelling on to Busan. She answered that she was going to Busan on business, and that she ran an aluminum factory in Yongsan.

After that they chatted together until the train arrived at Busan. They parted at the station, but not before agreeing a time to meet again. Later, when they met, they had dinner together and watched a movie, just like an ordinary couple. She behaved like a social woman. She was very attractive. They went to a hotel together. Their short love affair was an something that Kim couldn’t explain. Kim had to stay in Busan ten days longer than he had planned.

A beautiful woman and a ‘Feast’ 165

Kim Won-deok asked me to go to her house with him for dinner. Out of curiosity, I accompanied him to Yongsan.

Her house was an old Japanese style one. “Yoon” was written on the name tag. We were guided by two young women. The first room had a golden statue of the Buddha and candles, the next room was large and looked like a reception room. We were served tea, then an amorous perfume filled the room and she appeared. She greeted us nodding a little smiling.

▲ 尹清淨心 Yoon Cheong Jeong-shim

Her voice was clear like crystal. She looked to be in her late 40s. She was wearing traditional Korean costume. It was like the costume of a bride. When we moved to the next room, a variety of delicious and colorful dishes were ready. She recited an old Chinese poem and we drank for the night.

A strange ability to predict 167

After she had practiced in Kuemkang Mountain for ten years, she said that she could see the future. She could see the fate of a person, and a lot of candidates for the National Assembly came to see her because she could predict election results. She could tell the success or failure of people in university entrance examinations.

Consequently, she said that her aluminum manufacturing plant, which she ran, was a side business. Her true purpose in life was to support poor orphans – especially girls – and to help them to get a university education and succeed in society. She said that many girls had already graduated from Ewha Womans University, and currently she was taking care of 17 girls.

As I heard this story, I did not dare to look directly at her face. After finishing dinner, we parted, promising to meet again. She implied that Kim was her boyfriend, and she did not care about his wife. She only wanted his love. She said there was no problem if they liked each other. I thought she was very different from ordinary secular people.

After that, Kim Won-deok and I were free to visit her house. Whenever we visited her, we were well treated with good meals.

Later she established a construction company, and Kim Won-deok was hired as president. But Kim had no experience in construction and was not able to manage it well. Soon the company went bankrupt. After that they established several different companies but they all failed.

Later on, Mrs Yoon asked us if she could meet Sun Myung Moon. They met finally on October 25, 1954 at Yang Yun-yeong’s house in Shindang-dong.

▲ Yang Yun-yeong [real name. She taught music at both Ewha and Yonsei Universities.]

Sun Myung Moon stole a lover from his own disciple 169

On the appointed day, Kim Won-deok and I took Mrs Yoon to Mrs Yang Yun-yeong’s house. Women members such as Yang Yun-yeong, Lee Deuk-sam, Oh Yeong-choon, Ok Se-hyun, Chi Seung-do, Kim Soon-cheol, Lee Kee-hwan, Yang Yun-shin were gathered there as well as Eu Hyo-won, Eu Hyo-min, Lee Su-hyang, Kim Won-pil and others.

Mrs Yoon was wearing the best traditional Korean costume and seemed like a bride going into the groom’s house for the first night. The members who saw the scene, especially the female members, were overwhelmed. After greeting Mr. Moon, she looked at him with her spiritual eyes and said to him “You are having difficulty in finding a woman who will become a true mother. I came as a bride to greet my teacher as a groom, and I will serve you.” Everybody in the room was surprised again because she spoke so directly.

The atmosphere became like the time when the Jesus took three disciples up a mountain with him. Sun Myung Moon lectured about the principles for a long time that night. Mrs. Yoon sang traditional Korean songs and recited poetry and sang a Japanese tanka and recited haiku. Her voice took over the house as if she was the owner. It was surprising for Mrs. Yang Yun-yeong, a music professor at Ewha Womans University, to hear the sound.

At that time Mr. Moon was being closely watched by the authorities, and the curfew was at midnight. We parted promising to meet again.

About a week later, Sun Myung Moon suddenly visited Mrs Yoon’s house with Eu Hyo-min. Kim Won-deok and I were very surprised at his unexpected visit. I did not know that Sun Myung Moon would come. Mrs Yoon made delicious food with all her heart and entertained Sun Myung Moon. He sat with Mrs Yoon with the attitude of a groom going to his bride’s house. Mrs Yoon also seemed to expect that she would be a bride – like the woman who was preparing oil for the groom in the Bible story. Kim Won-deok and I stayed until late that night – eating, drinking and singing. Finally we left while Sun Myung Moon and Eu Hyo-min stayed.

That night, Sun Myung Moon said he had the pikareum sex ritual with Mrs. Yoon Cheong Jeong-shim.

Kim Won-deok evacuated from the north and came down to the south. In the early days when there was no place for Sun Myung Moon to live, he stayed for a while in Kim’s rented house. And when Sun Myung Moon was in difficult situations in Busan, several times Kim Won-deok took the lead and solved the problem.

Kim was betrayed by Sun Myung Moon who took his lover, Mrs Yoon Cheong Jeong-shim, and he began to avoid Sun Myung Moon. After that, when Elder Song Do-wook was secretary, Sun Myung Moon often visited Mrs Yoon. When Mr. Moon was arrested on July 4, 1955, Mrs Yoon also became estranged from Mr. Moon and the Unification Church for a while.

Kim Won-deok met me several times and expressed his anger and resentment about Sun Myung Moon’s betrayal. I tried hard to explain the principle of restoration to protect Sun Myung Moon, but Kim Won-deok did not want to hear.

Kim Won-deok said, “While there are so many women, how could Mr. Moon steal a woman who was loved by one of his disciples, and take her away. He is making me look like a fool. How can I submit a teacher who does such a thing? No matter how great the teachings of the Unification Church may be, I am not willing to believe them anymore. I cannot forgive Sun Myung Moon. He is just a fraudster who is using women in the name of religion.”

Kim Won-deok was a former soldier, but he was really outraged. I was too. He was really angry about Mr. Moon. He said, “The man called Sun Myung Moon is a horny dog, a dirty animal.”

I knew how angry he was, but I could not say anything further to him.

About two years later, Mrs Yoon, her step-daughter (the daughter of a university student), and housekeeper were killed by someone. There was an uproar about the three deaths.

The police investigated, but it was difficult like a labyrinth. At that time, the relationship between Sun Myung Moon and Mrs. Yoon was still continuing. Preparations were going on by people to make a film to be called “Oh Incheon” about the UN forces landing at Incheon during the Korean War (the 6.25 disturbance). But the sudden death of Mrs. Yoon left no funds and the project was put on hold.

Kim Won-deok was a suspect in the murders. At the time the police visited me to ask his whereabouts. Later I got the chance to meet Mr Kim many times. I looked at his sad appearance. He was quite surprised at what had happened [and said he had nothing to do with it.] We played a game of looking at all those associated with the victim to see if we could find the actual perpetrators. Kim Won-deok had not changed in any way and I was convinced that he was not the culprit.

Kim Won-deok is dead now, and already three years have passed.

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Pak Chung-hwa was never sued for the publication of The Tragedy of the Six Marys – the real Satan is Sun Myung Moon!!. The facts in the book have never been challenged or proved to be incorrect. There are many photos that support the text. One map by Pak reveals the lies of Kim Won-pil who had to hastily republish his Japanese testimony book – with the falsehoods removed.

A couple of years later Pak Chung-hwa was coerced into putting his name on the cover of a book written by the UC of Japan: I Am A Traitor – At that time Satan possessed me! (That is not the usual title for a memoir.)

See: Chung-hwa Pak did not write “I am a Traitor” (The UC of Japan published it)

▲ Tragedy on the left, and Traitor on the right – with the most unflattering photo (screen shot) of Pak that the UC could find. The TV is a reference to this video:

Tragedy of the Six Marys translated video transcript

In the above Tragedy book cover, Pak is standing at the back on the left.

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Sun Myung Moon had a girlfriend in 1941

Moon’s first wife, Choi Seon-gil, and Kim Deok-jin interviewed

Kim Myung-hee, the third wife of Sun Myung Moon

The lie that Kim Myung-hee was raped in Japan

The Tragedy of the Six Marys – Introduction

The six ‘wives’ of Sun Myung Moon

Thoughts on Rape, Molestation and Sun Myung Moon

#Sun Myung Moon #murder #Yang Yun-yeong #Kim Won-deok

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narniaandplowmen · 4 years

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Mysterious Fathoms Below (7/8)

Fandom: OUAT Pairing: Captain Swan Also on AO3

Rated: General Audiences Complete Full Fic is 12005 words

Summary: When a storm throws Killian overboard, a mysterious mermaid who saves him. Now it is up to him to save her and bring her back home.

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CHAPTER 7 - Reunions

It turned out that she couldn't. It was four hours later and they were picnicking in a kelp field. Emma had learned a lot about her parents since they left the castle. She did not know her mother used to be a bandit, nor that her father was engaged to someone else. Their love story turned out to be quite an adventure. Whilst Emma listened to her mother tell about the time she almost got killed by a pack of weresharks, she suddenly noticed that she felt at peace. And, without realising it, she started to cry. “Oh Emma! Are you okay?” Snow White looked at her worried. Emma nodded, but seeing her worried parents, only sobbed harder.

“It’s- I just-” after shakily breathing, she continued. “This is what I have always dreamt of. Of having parents, and of them telling how they met, and how much they love each other and- and-’ she hesitated. “And I just never thought that it would happen. I- I am sorry I ran away, I just-”

“It’s okay,” David interrupted her. “It’s our fault, too. We didn’t take the time to meet you. You are your own person, and it is just hard for us to know you have grown up without us to see it. We should have given you more time.”

“I love you dad’ Emma replied, and before she realised what she had said, she was engulfed in a big hug. A hug from her parents. Her parents who loved her, cared for her and never stopped looking for her. And, for the second time in her life, Emma felt completely safe.

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Killian cursed. “Are you sure it was him who took it?” Ariel nodded, sadly.

“There used to be two. I still have one, but he has the other one. He stole it from Ursula years ago.” Killian nodded. Now that Ariel mentioned it, he remembered that the young girl he once knew wore a strangely decorated wristband. “I’m sorry I can’t help you any further.”

“Don’t worry lass, you helped me plenty. Say hi to Eric and Melody from me. How is she, by the way?” Ariel’ face lit up as soon as he mentioned her husband and daughter.

“Oh, she is doing amazing! She started to walk a few weeks ago, and my father has stationed mermaids in the shallow waters near the castle, they had to save her twice now. We’re trying to teach her how to swim now!” She smiled, incredibly proud of her little darling.

“You get back to her then, she has to learn from the best. Thanks again.” Ariel nodded and after saying her goodbyes swam away, leaving Killian alone to think. The Crocodile, he should have known. Any time something positive happened in his life, the Crocodile was there to ruin it all. Apparently, the bastard had stolen the wristband from Ursula after the two got into a dispute, effectively chaining her to the sea. Killian had heard rumours that the Dark One was afraid of the open water. Although he knew him as a coward, Killian doubted it. The sea probably reminded the monster too much of his former wife, the one he murdered. He tensed his stump as he remembered the day the Crocodile had appeared on his deck, crushed Milah’s heart and cut off Killian’s hand. He grimaced, turned his back to the sea and started walking in the direction of his biggest enemy.

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“Killian?” Killian had expected many things when he entered the territory of the Dark One, but not the friendly voice of a woman. Startled, he turned around to face-

“Belle? What are you doing here!?”

“I could ask you the same!” The brunette smiled. She was wearing a beautiful yellow summer dress and held a basket full of what seemed to be clean folded laundry. “It has been so long! How is your ship? Your crew? Does Smee still have the red beanie I repaired for him? Is Blacky still alive?” Killian smiled at Belle’s enthusiasm, but then grimaced.

“Blacky has passed away, she lived long for a cat. She died in her sleep on a sunny day at her favourite spot on deck. But I will tell you all later, you have to get out of here. This is the territory of the Dark One, he’s dangerous!” To his surprise, however, Belle burst out laughing.

“Dangerous?” She put down the basket of laundry and held out her hand. It took Killian a second, but then he realised she was wearing a wedding ring. “I married him!”

“I- You- What?” Killian went from surprise to anger to disbelieve so fast that his mouth fell open, only causing Belle to laugh even more. “But-”

“I know the stories people tell about him, Killian. But don’t worry. He’s changed. He is a good man now, even when not many people can see that.” Somehow, Killian sincerely doubted it, but he did not have the change to voice his concern.

“Hello, dearies. Having a little chat now?” It was the last Killian heard before he was lifted off the ground and felt the familiar sensation of magic pushing his air pipes shut.

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“Excuse me young la-” Killian started with a flirty voice when a pretty woman walked into him, but he cut himself off when he saw the look of panic on her face. “Are you okay?” He asked, normally this time, quickly glancing behind the girl to see what could be the source of her distress. He saw the girl looking at him doubtfully, then deciding that didn’t have another choice.

“I am being chased by my father and his friends. They want me to marry.”

“And you do not?”

“I want to marry for love. And even if I didn’t, I wouldn’t want to marry that nasty, brutish jerk for all the money in the world.”

“Ah.” Killian nodded. He had met a lot of women on his travels with similar stories. Most of his best crewmates had been women like that, escapees from arranged marriages, abusive husbands or fathers. “Well then,” he considered, looking at the obviously well-bred woman still clutching him and looking around terrified. “Can you read?” She looked surprised but nodded.

“In English, French and German, sir.” She replied.

“Ah, well-educated, I hear. So, can you do maths?” She nodded again. “ Well then, if you are not afraid to work hard, you have a place in my crew.”

“Your crew?” she asked, but Killian’s answer was cut short when he heard commotion ahead.

“Are those the people who are after you?” One look from the distressed girl was enough of an answer. Killian grabbed her tightly, turned around and ran with her to his ship.

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Tea. He was drinking tea with the Dark One. After he had met Emma, his world truly turned upside down in ways he could never have imagined. When the Dark One was choking him, Belle had pleaded for his life. Aside from his skin, which now looked human again, something else in the Crocodile had changed, since the monster had listened to her and had let him live. Now, the three of them were drinking tea in a lovely little garden house with a beautiful view of a large valley with grazing horses. Belle was happily chatting, telling the tale of how she met ‘Rumple’, as she endearingly called him, and how they got married. Killian could still barely believe it, and was almost suspecting dark magic was it not for the fact that Belle was still her cheery old self. Dark magic left its traces, and none of those could be found in Belle’s behaviour. Suddenly, Belle looked at him expectantly. “Sorry, could you repeat that, lass?” He was afraid for a moment he had offended her by not paying attention to her story, but she just laughed.

“Still often lost in thought, Captain? I asked what you have been up to since our parting.”

Trying to kill your husband, he thought, and a quick glance at the Crocodile’s wry smile confirmed that the man in front of him thought the same. “There aren’t many tales to tell, it is simply the usual. Finding treasures, daring escapes and heroic rescues of damsels-” and, after a stern look from Belle, he added “and gentlemen in distress. All in a day’s work.”

“Oh, come on. Something must have happened! Why are you here? Where is your crew?”

“My crew-” he hesitated for a moment, before continuing. “My crew is fine. We had a few changes since you left, basically only Smee is left, with his beanie, as ever.” Belle smiled as she remembered how distressed the man had been when his red hat had ripped during a fight. “The reason why I’m here, now that is a much more interesting tale. I recently found myself in a bit of a tight spot, which caused me to meet a wonderful young woman. This girl turned out to be the long-sought-for daughter of Atlantia’s Royals. So, I returned her to her parents and they live happily ever after. Back in the Enchanted Forest, I heard that your husband owns something I need, which is why you found me here.” The Crocodile, who had seemed absent for most of the conversation, suddenly looked up.

“You want to make a deal?” He grinned, rubbing his hands together. “How delightful!”

“Rumple.” Belle stared at him, and miraculously the man backed down. “What is it that you need? I am sure my husband will gladly give it to you.” She continued, looking pointily at her husband whilst emphasising the use of the word ‘give’.

“Your husband sto- came to possess a special wristband, which allows the wearer to switch between tail and legs.” Belle looked confused for a moment before Killian could almost literally see her realise his intent.

“You found love?! Did the fierce pirate Captain out for revenge finally find love?! Tell me about her!”

Killian rubbed his brow. “I’m not- it’s not-” he sighed. “It’s complicated.”

“Trust me, the best stories are.”

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The lass had introduced herself as Belle French, the only daughter of a lower-high class family nearby. She was betrothed to the hero-of-the-town, a fellow named Gaston, known for his muscles and hunting skills. But, according to the newest member of his crew, he was nasty, brutish, mean and the sort of guy that would consider the phrase ‘you are positively primaeval’ a compliment. And since she had no hope of escaping her marriage and since she was looking for adventure, she had happily sailed out on the Jolly Roger the next day. She was a good addition to the team. She was strong and hardworking, as well as incredibly smart. The crew took a liking to her determined nature, and the fact that she did not mind cleaning the human waste buckets helped her popularity rise quickly. She learned to fight and navigate, and after saving a small kitten from a burning ship she raised morale by raising it as the ship’s mascot. Killian had been sad when she left the crew after they docked at Arendelle, but he understood her need for answers about her mother. ‘

“Take good care of Blacky for me, okay?” She had him promise. “We will see each other again, I am sure of it!”

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harveywritings92 · 4 years

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Soulmate AU: DK! Arno Dorian x Reader 3/4

Y/n was woken up by someone gently running their hand along her head. Her e/c eyed opened adjusted to find the culprit was Arno, she hissed when his fingers grazed along the bump causing her yelp her bodyguard muttered an apology,

And without warning the french man pulled her against him, Y/n’s face felt hot wondering why Arno was hugging her so suddenly? then she felt his other hand firmly grasped her right shoulder..She looked down noticed it was slightly dislodged and realized what Arno was intending to do…“Hey wai-ngh!” she started to protest only to yelp when he popped the dislocated limb back into place, the french man hissed feeling her pain and her nails dig into his shoulder.

He apologized again and after making sure she wasn’t sick or dizzy he let loose on her. “I told you to stay put!” he growled harshly pointing his finger at Y/n who was examining her hook blade making sure it didn’t break.

“And I did, unfortunately some guards recognized me!” she said calmly before telling him what was she supposed to do, stand in the street like idiot let them kill her? fuck that!

"You weren’t there to help, So I ran!“ she exclaimed throwing her good arm up exasperation, Arno was about to argue but bit his tongue she was right, even if she had the means to fight back, it would’ve alerted the others and Y/n would’ve been in even more trouble.

"Did you get the manuscript?"

"No, but I did find a list, it said we find someone named Leon at an old red house.”

“I know where that is, C'mon I’m parked outside of it.”

“Parked?”

“Extended Inn stays are expensive, So, I have a Vardo."

Arno gave her look he didn’t know what that was, "I’s kind of like a wagon mix with a cottage?” she tried to describe what a Vardo was the french man was having a rough time imagining it, They began to climb down the roof via ladder and wandered the streets avoiding Rose’s men.

She then explained that one of her excavations crossed paths with a Romani caravan traveling to Britain but, they noticed that one of the girl’s had disappeared, her Vardo was abandoned and all her belongings were gone!

They feared she was kidnapped or dead somewhere…The authorities wouldn’t help as they outsiders and were contently under scrutiny by the upper class and the church; Y/n never fancied herself a detective but, she was the closest thing they had to one. So, she put her job aside to help the gypsies, It was strenuous task whenever Y/n found a lead, a new mystery would pop up but that didn’t stop her,

The y/hc woman eventually came to the conclusion that the girl was taken by someone…And that someone had a lot influence and friends, who were loyal and weren’t talking. So, the archaeologist used a fake doubloon she had whipped up to bribe one of her suspects…he pointed her to a little hamlet near the border, and got the hell outta of there before the man realized it just a tampered copper coin.

Y/n finally found the girl alive,married and pregnant, turns out she and a wealthy family’s son were soulmates, Both knew their families would never allow it, So She packed up and sold all of her belongings and they eloped, then settled into a simple farm life, It was obvious neither of them were planning on leaving their new home. So Y/n comprised with the couple, in the end Y/n returned to the camp with a letter addressed to her family and a necklace to be used as proof that she found the girl.

And though the family was happy the girl was alive they were upset that she wasn’t coming home, also there was the issue regarding Y/n’s payment at first the y/ht woman refused it was obvious the camp didn’t have much; so it felt wrong to take their money! Turns out they weren’t talking about money, the now not missing girl knew her camp wouldn’t have the funds to pay Y/n, So she offered her Vardo up as accommodation.

“And here she is.” Y/n mused mused towards a colorful wagon parked across the road of a red building, Arno cocked a brow as the h/c climbed up the mini porch and unlocked the small door he glanced inside, it was cozy? if he was using the word right the was a loft bed over the desk, a fireplace and pictures and research notes scattered around the small space and Y/n scurried around the place checking compartments and books, Arno’s brow furrowed when he found a framed scorched parchment with schematics written in Italian for some sort of gun? maybe.

The paper was too burnt to read.“Uh, please be careful with that, I found it in Monteriggioni and it’s very fragile!" Y/n stated warily as the french man put the frame back. "What exactly are you looking for?” He asked watch her scuttle through the small space. “Just some precautions should we ever get separated during our excursion…” She hummed before telling him to go check the orphanage she’ll join him in a moment. Arno complied and knocked on the red house door a small hatch slip open and a man glared at Arno.

“Bonjour Is Leon here?”

“He ain’t here.”

“*knocks again*”

“He ain’t here we haven’t see him for days..”

The man went to close the hatch "Has he been arrested again?“a stern voice chimed in from behind Arno the assassin looked behind him to see an older woman holding a candle looking at the man warily as Y/n exited her locked up her Vardo and approached them. "Not that we know of.” He said incredulously as the woman turn to Y/n and regard the sharply the h/c shifted uncomfortably before turning back to Arno.

"A lot of people would like to see his hands cut off..He’s a vicious thief..“ she muttered the last part somewhat proud as the two kept their eyes on her. "We need his help.” Arno insisted as the woman went to light her porch lantern up. “He went out the window yesterday, I haven’t seen him since.” She frowned and closed the lantern. “Give him my name. Madam Margot…” Aron thanked her and he and Y/n went to search as Margot spoke"And please tell him to come home.“ she begged as the archaeologist silently nodded and followed after her bodyguard.

[Timeskip.]

"Of course it’s him…” Y/n whispered in annoyed while rubbing her temples, she should’ve known Leon was the boy who kept following her like a lost puppy. “I take it you know him? Arno sighed tiredly as he crossed his arms, they watched the scene down below, "Long story, I saved his life and he won’t leave me alone…I think he has a crush on me.” She grumbled then her eyes widened stunned, Arno cocked a brow and looked to see what caught her eye and was equally shocked to see Napoleon Bonaparte enter the cavern.

the statesman regarded the child with mild interest before taking out a glowing key from his pocket and comparing it to the carving. as Leon on struggled and demanded to know what was behind the door, Commandant silenced the boy and left Rose to bring him back topside, Rose waited till after Napoleon was gone from sight did Rose order his men kill Leon!

Y/n stood up from her hiding spot she may find the boy a bit vexing, but that didn’t mean she wanted to see him dead! She was about to climb down Arno for to pull her back he didn’t even have to tell her stay as he hop down intending to surprise the men only for Leon to give away his presence, the men were swiftly taken care of by Arno again setting off alarms in Y/n’s head something about his ruthlessness…She subconsciously brought her left hand over her right shoulder, as images of her murder attempt flashed in her mind bit her lip hard causing it to bleed.

Arno felt his lip sting and called out to the archaeologist to come down, she didn’t answer; the first time he thought she run off again, he growled and climb back up instead she found her staring off into space looking wrong. “Y/n?” he said cautiously she didn’t answer and when he went to touch her the y/wt girl suddenly jumped and slap his hand away from her looked at him terrified…like caged animal about be killed.

Unlike in Paris… Arno was sober and coherent, his face felt hot as his heart pounded against his chest; his stomach was in a twist as Shame, anger and disgust towards himself washed over the assassin like cold bucket of water, the two looked at each other incredulously before Y/n seem to snap out of her trance; looked around like she’d woke up from a nap…

“A-Arno..” She stammered as he noticed him watching her warily his hands were shaking, why was he so jittery? she tasted iron…was her lip bleeding? she wipe her mouth saw red on her sleeve why was she bleeding… then she remembered; Leon! “The boy-” she went to see but was cut by her bodyguard.

“He’s fine.."Arno said trying to keep his voice even, as He silently helped her down Leon looked very happy to see her! nearly drag the y/hc woman down the corridor, He led them through the catacombs and would switch between the two adults asking Arno where he learned to fight and Y/n if she travel a lot what it’s like living in her wagon?

Their answers weren’t as glamorous as the boy pictured, Arno’s answers were curt and short, and although Y/n humored him a bit, letting him look through one of her journals, let him know yes it’s exciting, but it can be very exhausting working alone and dangerous…She’s made quite a few enemies on the road and tries not to stay long.

She had a feeling Leon wasn’t listening; he seemed engrossed in her sketches, even Arno found himself curiously glancing over the boy’s shoulder to see a sketch of a what appeared to be man with no head riding a black horse while holding a flaming pumpkin in the air. [Un canular évident] was crossed out, Je ne comprends pas! sloppily written in it’s place.

Leon gave the journal back looking a looking a bit unnerved by it. Y/n stored it back in her bag as the boy lead them to a small crypt and moved a rotted corpse fro a small in the wall and pulled out this huge gun. Surprising the hell out of Arno and Y/n "Where did you get that?” the assassin said stunned as he took it from the boy the archaeologist moved out of the way as Arno looked down the sights. “I stole it from some raiders, yesterday… hid it here.” Leon boasted as the man admired the feel and size of the gun…

Y/n thought something funny about men and gun size in her head causing her to giggle out loud "Something you’d like to share?…“ Arno asked cocking a brow, Y/n’s cheeks heated up as looked Leon then at Arno. "Oh, Just a little…Pistol humor.” She chortled it took a moment for the assassin to catch on and tried to be offended. “Oh, really now! We’re in a crypt woman!” he chided with a slight snort trying not to laugh, confusing Leon who was wondering what had gotten into the two adults?

Seriously what was the joke? "…and it’s a good size!“ Arno hissed lowly so the boy couldn’t hear. "The fact that you have to tell me about your pistol size means it’s not up to scale.~” She whispered teasingly causing him blush and glower at her about to snap that his pistol size was none of her business! before remembering Leon was still watching, immediately composed himself and instead flicked her in the forehead.

Then turned their attention back to the boy and Y/n had to ask what exactly he was doing with that gun? Which Leon happily declared he was saving France! Y/n and Arno locked eyes for a brief second. Needless the y/ht girl didn’t like how a light went off in the french man’s head as he followed after the excitable child.

He again asked for the manuscript and lied telling Leon it was for the fight against the enemies of France and the boy ate it up, her stomach twisted as the boy looked at the y/st woman for confirmation she hesitantly nodded and with that Leon told them it was in his fortress and that they had to escape the catacombs first.

While they followed after Leon who decided to act as a distraction so Arno could get the jump on the guards; he went to give Y/n his gun but the archaeologist said she’ll be fine, while they were making they’re way to Leon’s location Arno sighed looked back at her. “What was that back there, It was like you weren’t here?” he asked Y/n sighed “Sorry I didn’t tell you everything about my murder attempt…” she swallowed a lump that had formed in her throat.

“That day …I was saved by my soulmate, but it wasn’t fairytale like situation…he was a monster,” Y/n lips twitched trying not to cry. "Rejecting me the first time wasn’t enough, he had to humiliate and traumatize me.“ She croaked Arno heart sank into his feet, she went explain how she was accused of killing the men who tried to murder her.

The day before her execution someone paid her fines and had her arm tended to; though it was very obvious there was no fixing it was too damaged, that's how Y/n and the Marque became… Acquainted.

He freed her and said he’ll expect her lend him her skills services should the time come. "And here I am…” After that she started noticing she would kind of faded in and out from time to time reliving her encounter in the alley,she went to a doctor to try figure what these “Daymares were?

They concluded they she may have some form of hysteria, but she was deemed too cognitive and alert to be admitted to an asylum; considering she went there to get assessed at her own free will, She had to push it aside focused on her work, the episodes became less Y/n assumed she was back to normal. "Je suis disole…” Arno said hoarsely Y/n just looked at him bemused. “Don’t be be it’s not like you had anything to do with it.” Arno’s jaw tighten under his scarf as the two went o find Leon…

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Arno drunkenly described his soulmate to the Marque de sade before he fled Paris, so the sadist noble got to asking his informants to keep an eye out for woman matching her description, found out she was in prison for a crime she never committed and was set for execution, luckily he had ties on the inside so it was easy to pay off Y/n's fines and free the girl... though he expected a debt in return.

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Notes: Un canular évident = An obvious hoax.

Je ne comprends pas! = I don’t understand!

[I’d know know because I am french! francophone Canadian but still…]

#assassin's creed unity #assassin's creed x reader #arno dorian x reader #soulmate au #dead kings #leon assassin's creed #arno dorian

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arvadthecursed · 5 years

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May I ask you about Chiara’s backstory

of course!! I’m sorry that this took awhile to answer, I’ve been trying to flesh out details and bc there’s not a ton on Fiora, I’ve had to make up some lore. Her story is also pretty long bc it requires the background of her father and uncle’s story.

I put everything under the cut! The first part tells of her father and uncle then we actually get into Chiara’s story lol.

Ambrosio Acardi is the twin brother to Chiara’s father, Pietro Acardi. While Ambrosio always held an interest in politics, he was more strongly driven by knowledge and religion, so he happily let his brother be the primary heir to the family legacy. Ambrosio was drawn to the Custodi and threw himself into his studies.

Ambrosio was often the puppetmaster behind his brother’s actions in King Brago’s court. He never wanted to be the center of conflict; he was perfectly content to direct Pietro from the sidelines. He occasionally used his hidden talent of telepathy to influence Pietro’s actions in the court.

Their father, Leonardo, died when the men were 25 and Pietro ascended to lordship. Ambrosio continued to pull strings behind the scenes while continuing to study under the Custodi. Yet Ambrosio still felt as though the Custodi were missing something. That was when he discovered a box of tarot cards hidden away in a vault in the Custodi Library. These cards allowed him access to knowledge beyond his understanding. Fascinated by the cards, he stole them from the Library.

Calumia Azarola, the Azra planeswalker from Kylem, arrived on Fiora ten years later. Pietro became enamored with Calumia. Ambrosio, on the other hand, despised her from the start. Ambrosio warned his brother against becoming too close to Calumia, though Pietro didn’t listen.

Calumia became one of King Brago’s assassins. Again, Ambrosio warned Pietro, but saw that his brother was completely under Calumia’s control. Ambrosio resolved himself to freeing Pietro and began to plot Calumia’s death. His natural talent for manipulation through minor telepathy became much stronger, and soon, Ambrosio gained knowledge of abjuration, illusion, and conjuration through his studies under the Custodi.

Ambrosio did a tarot reading one night and was terrified by the knowledge he received: Calumia was pregnant. Ambrosio went to Pietro and told him the news. Pietro thought that this was a wonderful thing, but Ambrosio told him that Calumia would seek vengeance upon him. Pietro insisted that their tryst had been consensual. Ambrosio said that he knew, but despite that, Calumia would not forgive him for getting her pregnant.

Calumia had left Fiora in an attempt to end the unborn child’s left through planeswalking, but was horrified and disgusted when she realized that the child had not died -- it also had a spark.

During Calumia’s absence, Pietro married Lady Giovanna Damiani. Damiani became pregnant shortly after their marriage.

Calumia returned to Fiora months later, when the Great Plague had struck Paliano. She gave birth and threw the child into Pietro’s arms. Pietro was dying of the Plague at that time; Calumia told him that she hoped he died along with the “infernal bastard” he now had. She then left the Acardi residence, though she did not leave Fiora; she wouldn’t leave until she saw Pietro die the horrible, tragic death of the Plague.

Ambrosio took the child away from Pietro. Through his cards, he knew that Calumia was still in Fiora, so he had to be quick and secretive. Using his magical abilities, Ambrosio disguised himself and the child. He brought the baby to a Custodi orphanage and gave the child to Sister Agata. The Custodi would see Chiara and her demon blood as holy, and would love and defend her, so Ambrosio figured they would be the best option. When Agata asked what the child’s name was, Ambrosio realized the baby didn’t have one; he chose the name “Chiara” (beloved).

Once Chiara was safe with the Custodi, Ambrosio hunted for Calumia and found her sitting in the high tower on the Acardi estate. Calumia bragged that she had murdered Pietro, and was going to slaughter their “half-breed” child next. Ambrosio lied to Calumia and told her that the child had contracted the plague and that he’d killed it out of mercy. He then challenged Calumia to a fight. Their battle nearly destroyed the tower’s roof. Hours passed, and both were losing their strength. In one last bout of effort, Ambrosio grabbed Calumia and leapt off the tower with her. The Azra planeswalked away, satisfied that Ambrosio would die.

Ambrosio, however, sparked.

He wandered the multiverse, gaining knowledge and strengthening his magical abilities. Yet he always returned to Fiora to check on his niece.

He never directly spoke to her (or the woman he’d entrusted to care for her), but Ambrosio left Chiara little gifts to let her know that someone was watching out for her. On the night of her very first on-stage performance, he left a bouquet of flowers in her room with a note: “To my dearest Chiara -- excellent show. I’m proud of you.” Chiara thought that she had a secret admirer. Really, she had a guardian.

While Ambrosio’s schemes across the multiverse cannot be described as good or well-intentioned, his love for Chiara certainly can be. He sees Pietro in Chiara, and seeks to save Chiara from heartbreak and tragedy where he couldn’t save Pietro.

When Chiara is older, the two finally meet, and Ambrosio tells her everything. Chiara is the only person Ambrosio will be totally honest with.

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Chiara Acardi, the bastard daughter of Lord Pietro Acardi of Paliano, was raised by the Custodi. She always knew who her father was, but was told that her mother was an unknown prostitute who had died during the Great Plague, shortly after Chiara’s birth.

The clergy saw her as being blessed by Asmoleth himself, so she was often given preferential treatment. Chiara was close with several clergy members such as Agata and Father Dulio.

She began studying under the Custodi at the age of five, though she struggled greatly in school. Brother Ampelio saw Chiara’s struggles as being similar to his own at that age, so he became her personal tutor. With Ampelio’s help, Chiara saw great success and even skipped lower-level classes in favor of higher-level education. While she loved theology, Chiara’s true passion was performance. She led the girls’ choir for a short time until she realized her ultimate gift: electromancy.

Chiara was fearful of her power at first, Brother Ampelio taught her how to channel and control her lightning. While Ampelio was not an electromancer himself, he viewed lightning as moving like the spirits he summoned. Chiara’s fluid style of fighting is influenced by Ampelio’s elegance in summoning spirits, which is how he taught Chiara to summon and control lightning.

Ampelio was Chiara’s biggest supporter and encouraged her to join the High Theater as a theater mage at age 13. Chiara was a popular theater mage, though her happiness was short-lived.

Ampelio came down with a mysterious illness and died suddenly. Chiara was completely devastated, and for nearly a year she refused to perform. It was only after a heart-to-heart with Father Dulio that Chiara returned to the stage, though her performances were never quite the same.

When Chiara was 18, she fell for her director, Mateo Russo. Russo was a manipulative, cruel man who began to abuse Chiara. One night after a show, Russo’s wife confronted the duo, and stabbed Russo to death. She was about to kill Chiara when the Azra sparked, sending her across the universe to Ravnica. She arrived shortly after the War had ended.

Chiara was found by Ral Zarek, who took her under his wing. However, he knew he wouldn’t be able to fully train her, so he also gave her another mentor, a Viashino wizard named Pavel.

Ral knew that Azra weren’t native to Fiora, so when he asked Chiara about her backstory, he was shocked that Chiara thought her mother was a human. Ral suggested to Chiara that her mother was a planeswalker, and offered to take her to Kylem, where Azra were native. Upon reaching Kylem, Chiara broke down as she saw the countless Azra before her. Her mother could be anywhere on the plane -- or nowhere at all. Chiara fled back to Ravnica, and threw herself into her studies under Pavel, until she was called to join the Gatewatch by Jace Beleren. She reluctantly ventured out into the Multiverse, determined to make those who loved her proud.

#magic the gathering #mtg fanwalker #fanwalker #fanwalkers #chiara acardi #ambrosio acardi #calumia azarola

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criesblood · 4 years

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; I’ve been working on some sub-verses and some AU verses for Mary, you can find them HERE ! Anyone is free to request them when you like a starter call or send me a meme, or plot with me! ooor honestly just toss them at me if you write me a starter! They include verses for Harry Potter, historical/legendary/epic settings, The Vampire Diaries/The Originals, The Hundred, Bates Motel, a college verse, The Following and a Heroes/Marvel/DC/etc verse. She is still Bloody Mary, the spirit, in all of them, but there are twists. I still want to have an OUAT verse, maybe a pirate verse and a few others, but these will come later.

The verses are under the cut for my own reference but if you wanna check them out you should go HERE because I have more pretty icons there and you should appreciate them haha!

v; slithering through mirrors (Hogwarts)

Mary Worthington was a 5th year Slytherin student at Hogwarts, but something had changed by the time 6th year started. Her friends and other students could tell something was off-- Mary was skipping a lot of classes and sometimes her eyes would spontaneously bleed. The professors didn’t acknowledge it or brushed it off, but they added a mysterious mirror to the Slytherin girls’ dormitory; they knew what happened. Mary kept it a secret from everybody else but the truth was she was dead now. Murdered during the summer between 5th and 6th year, her restless, vengeful spirit attached itself to a mirror. The magical energy surrounding Hogwarts helps her stay corporeal and out of the mirror (though she can still be summoned too), and the legend of Bloody Mary has yet to spread. Who killed her, how she died and the mythology behind the mirror, the summoning, the killing etc are exactly like in Mary’s main verse, but she is a born witch here; no demonic deals needed. Also note she is eternally sixteen in this verse, the only verse where she is underage.

v; the legend of the dead witch (historical)

Not a fandom-specific verse but geared toward anything that as a mythological, legendary, epic, historical or fairytale vibe. Mary Worthington was a well known powerful witch, who traveled between kingdoms and used her abilities to help others, often staying in kingly courts or powerful covens. She gained her magic not through a demonic deal but through a deal with one of the Fae, a member of the Seelie Court (the fae’s identity is thread-dependent!), who favored Mary due to her open heart and closeness with nature. Her powers are mostly relating to working with the elements, healing, glamours and of course using herbs, but can wander into darker territories if necessary. Her fame granted her many admirers but not all were convinced; some feared and were threatened by anyone who possessed magic. It was one such man who wounded her with iron (a weakness inherited from her Fae patron) and murdered her while her magic was bound. He gouged out her eyes and she tried to write a blood spell on the mirror, but couldn’t finish it before succumbing to her injuries. Perhaps it was a combination of the Fae folk watching over her, her half-done ritual on the mirror and the anger and trauma of the murder that brought her back to life, as the vengeful ghost of Bloody Mary (the summoning/killing rules are the same as in her main verse!). But instead of fading into being thought of as a myth, she made sure everyone knew she was still around, murdering those that kept murderous secrets and even innocents if they didn’t summon her correctly. She maintained her presence on the courts and covens, still trying to use her powers for good whenever she could, and her fame only grew.

v; blood sacrifices (TVD/TO)

When a witch dies with vampire blood in her system, she loses her magic and ceases being a witch; everyone knows that. But what happens if a soul that is to become a restless, vengeful spirit has vampire blood inside her upon her death? Something weird, and Bloody Mary is proof of it. Her backstory in this verse is the same as her main verse, up until the murder and attempt to write the killer’s name on a mirror. She died and was brought back to life because of the vampire blood in her system, given to her by a friend who knew a killer was after her. Mary didn’t want to live like that, so she refused to feed and died again, peacefully. That should’ve been the end, but the anger and trauma of the murder and the injustice that the murderer was never caught brought her back as the vengeful spirit known as Bloody Mary, same as the main verse. The difference is, something of the vampiric blood still affected her: she grew fangs and could sustain herself by drinking blood. Unlike a vampire, she doesn’t need to feed (she is still a ghost, after all), but whenever she’s out of the mirror, in corporeal form, she can increase the length of time she’s free by consuming the vital life energy contained in blood. Hearing that Mystic Falls and New Orleans are hotbeds of supernatural activity, she traveled to those locations in search of something that could free her from mirrors and end the curse of the bloody Mary once and for all. [Please note that her strengths and weaknesses remain that of a ghost, not a vampire. Her eyes flash red and fangs grow when she feeds and that’s about all the vampiric you get from her!]

v; space pocket mirror (The 100)

Mary Worthington was 21 when she lived on the Ark. There was a little girl she cared for like she was her own sister, and the girl got sick. Instead of a demonic deal for witchy powers like on her main verse, in this verse Mary’s solution was much more mundane. She stole antibiotics and saved the girl, but she got caught. Arrested, and floated. Her mother watched, and cried, clutching a pocket mirror Mary had given her as a way to remain close to her family in the afterlife. The last thing Mary saw as she drifted into space was this blinding light that hurt her eyes, and then she was dead. And then she was back--- kind of, thanks to the anger over her death sentence being unfair, and seeing her mother’s grief. Mary’s spirit was stuck inside the mirror now, bloody tears coming from her eyes, the only way to free her was with a surge of energy...which she didn’t know about. When The 100 were sent down to Earth, someone took the mirror too, unknowingly bringing Bloody Mary along for the ride and separating her from her family again. The violence freed her from her prison (the mirror/summoning rules are the same as her main verse) and a girl that lived her whole life in space has to learn to adapt to living on a nearly empty Earth, among nature and enemies.

v; the eyes are the windows to the soul (The Following)

I’ve yet to come across any muses from TF, but a girl can hope (this verse works well with any police investigation type of universe, anyway!) With Mary’s canon death involving her eyes being gouged out, and Joe Carroll’s canon MO being exactly that, the verse kind of wrote itself. Mary was a modern day witch, pursuing an English degree at Winslow University, Virginia, right around the time the Virginia Campus Murders started . Nobody suspected the rather well-liked (and Edgar Allan Poe obsessed, thus equating beauty with death) literature professor, Joe Carroll, of being a serial killer. Unfortunately for Mary, she fit his victim profile to a T, and he killed her. Drawing her last breaths, she wrote the letter J on a mirror, attempting to write the name of the killer, but she died before finishing. Several other female students would still be murdered before FBI agent Ryan Hardy apprehended Joe. The traumatic death and the anger at the injustice kept Mary’s spirit trapped in mirrors, and from that point on everything is the same as her main verse, with one addition: when the cult of Joe emerged she did her best to work with the police to find them, but only very few people within the task force knew one of Joe’s victims had returned as a ghost.

v; peering through a broken mirror (Bates Motel)

A sub-verse that is part of her main verse, started as a thing between me and ofwrittenschemes’ Norman but open to anyone that wants to interact within this setting! Everything is the same as the main verse up until two girls who are staying at the Bates Motel decide to play the Bloody Mary game, summoning Mary who has no choice but to kill them. Just as the now-corporeal ghost stepped out of the mirror, motel manager Norman came into the room and Mary had to quickly pretend that she was a victim too, the only survivor of a paranormal attack. Little does she know that Norman is hiding something too. Now Mary is staying in White Pine Bay, a small town with a history of crime, conspiracies and mob wars, and the pair have some crimes to cover up, some crimes to try and solve, and they have to decide whether to trust each other with their secrets or not. At least until Mary’s time is up and she’s swept back into the mirror.

v; haunted sorority house (college)

Also a sub-verse that is part of her main verse, meaning everything is the same up until she is summoned by some college boys playing the Bloody Mary game. They die, the energy lets her loose on campus, where curiosity and a desire to live a normal life make her decide to stay and blend in, pretending to be a student with an undeclared major. She even manages to rush a sorority, all while keeping her ghostly identity a secret from most.

v; vengeful vigilante (Heroes/DC/Marvel)

Also a sub-verse that is part of her main verse, meaning everything is the same up until the rise of superheroes and supervillains. The wave of vigilante crime fighting resonates with Mary, who decides to put her supernatural skills to good use whenever she’s out of the mirror and learns how to physically fight too. She finds those guilty of murder and gets them arrested or, sometimes, killed. Whenever she’s out crime fighting she wears black, ties her hair up and often times she’s crying blood; Mary doesn’t bother with a mask because she can’t be caught or found anyway--- she lives in mirrors and is a spirit that died centuries ago. She goes by Blood Tears, but many people refer to her as Bloody Mary because she ‘reminds them of the urban legend’, not realizing she is, in fact, the urban legend. They usually assume she’s some kind of metahuman/evo/mutant that can travel through mirrors and/or control blood. She’s not a hero, she’s an antihero who is not above murder and petty crimes if they help her stop other killers.

#tag drop #v; slithering through mirrors (Hogwarts)#v; the legend of the dead witch (historical)#v; peering through a broken mirror (Bates Motel)#v; haunted sorority house (college)#v; blood sacrifices (TVD/TO)#v; vengeful vigilante (Heroes/DC/Marvel)#v; the eyes are the windows to the soul (The Following)#v; space pocket mirror (The 100)

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