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lazycats-stuff · 4 months

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Can you do a teen reader (younger than Damian by 1 or 2 years) x batfam, where he is spider man? (I mean kinda like miles morales, he has electricity powers but his webs are organic too and doesn’t need a web shooters.) he is Bruce’s biological child and his mother died, yk his canon event and what not. So he has to move to Gotham and isn’t happy about. Just distant and all. One night He sneaked out and bought a train ticket and went to New York, and was only spider man and just slept in somewhere. So the batfamily tracked him to New York, and while looking for him, they bump into him as spider man. They have to team up to find a villian but reafer gets hurt in the end and his mask fell off and they see it’s reader? They bring him and just have a talk when he wakes up and they come to conclusion for him to join the family in their fighting in Gotham?

Oh, that sounds good. Yes... Also, 2.7k words and so sorry for taking so long to write this... Hope you enjoy. I changed it a little bit, so my apologies, but I got into my writing spirit lol.

Summary: (Y/N) is Spiderman. The fam doesn't know that.

Warnings: (Y/N)'s mom passes away, funeral, sad (Y/N), he loves his city, angst, running away, fighting with Green Goblin.

(Y/N) had a great life in New York. He was very happy in his city. He lived with his mom and everything was fine. Okay, he did get bitten by a radioactive spider and got cool powers with it. Did it cause some troubles? Oh yeah. Electricity was a bit problematic to control, but he managed.

Did he get grounded because of it? His mom sure thought so. His dad visited with the rest of his brothers every month. (Y/N) understood why he couldn't come more. Being a CEO and all that stuff, (Y/N) really understood. He didn't love Bruce any less. Bruce was involved in his life, which was nice.

He loved his brothers and father, more than anything in this world. Alfred was the best though. Whenever he came, he would bring his food and (Y/N) and his mom would enjoy it too, often asking for recipes. Or they would exchange recipes.

All of those were very fun times. And his time as Spiderman. He really loved it. He loved patrolling and helping the people and maybe get a hot dog from the stands that worked through the night. He loved it all. It was nice that his webs were natural and they, like mentioned before, they also came with electricity.

His enemies hated him, but (Y/N) loved being Spiderman. He loved what he represented in New York and he wouldn't change it for anything in the world. He is a New Yorker through and through.

But life decided to be a bitch and strike that luck and happiness.

(Y/N)'s mom passed away. She was hit by a drunk driver. The worst thing is, the driver survived. When Bruce got the news, he got into the car and drove to New York. (Y/N) was told just before Bruce came and (Y/N) felt his soul shatter.

He broke down in Bruce's arms, crying and screaming. It took him a while to calm down, but he couldn't stay alone. Bruce knew that and he knew that going back to Gotham was not an option now. At all. Bruce called Alfred and explained everything and told him that he would stay to arrange the funeral.

Alfred understood and the brother called (Y/N), wishing that they could be there. (Y/N) thanked them for it and then sat up all night, unable to sleep. Bruce tried to comfort him in the best way possible, but it was difficult. Bruce's former fling, (Y/N)'s mom, was the most important person to (Y/N). Without a doubt.

Bruce knew that he would have to bury her in New York, otherwise his son would have raised hell. Without a doubt. After funeral, (Y/N) would have to move to Gotham. Which is another problem on its own. Bruce didn't know that (Y/N) was Spiderman and (Y/N) didn't know that Bruce was Batman.

Match made in hell, so to say.

The funeral was held a few days after the incident and (Y/N) thought that New York cried with him. The sky was dark and the rain was falling. (Y/N) was torn. There were way to many people who were saying sorry and while he appreciated the care and worry, he just wanted to say goodbye on his own.

His brothers have stood it with him. (Y/N) didn't even have the courage to be next to the grave, while they lowered it, but Bruce held him hand through it, keeping him close to him during the entire process.

At the end, he found some strength and came closer, allowing the rain to soak him. It felt appropriate. When she was lowered, (Y/N) threw a rose in there and wiped his eyes. He took a deep breath as they started putting dirt over her coffin and (Y/N) never felt so mad. Why did this happen to him? To him out of all people?!

Bruce recognized that look in (Y/N)'s eyes. He knew that rage, sadness and frustration in his eyes. It was going to be difficult to let go and have a new life in Gotham. But (Y/N) had to try. He had to put some effort.

" (Y/N), we have to go. " Bruce said gently as he shielded his son from the rain with an umbrella. (Y/N) kept looking as the coffin got buried under the dirt. He swallowed before nodding and following Bruce to the car.

" Why do I have to go to Gotham? " (Y/N) asked and Bruce sighed as he started driving.

" We have been over this. I have a company there and your brothers are there. I know you don't want to leave, I know that, but you have no choice. " Bruce explained as he drove and (Y/N) turned away from him, biting down on his tongue so that he wouldn't lash out against Bruce.

" I know you are not happy, but you will be happy in Gotham. "

" Sure. In a city ran by a clown and a bat. Sounds like heaven. " (Y/N) said sarcastically.

" It's actually a nice city once you live in it long enough. "

(Y/N) huffed, but kept his mouth shut. He didn't want to lash out at his father, he really didn't. His dad was doing something he needed and Bruce wasn't at fault.

It was the driver's fault.

But he was pissed and he just wanted to be alone. Bruce saw it and didn't say anything, driving back to Gotham. It was the most awkward drive Bruce has ever done in his life. The hour was quiet and once they parked in the yard of the manor, (Y/N) took a bag with his personal stuff, his Spiderman suit included, and made a beeline for his room.

He ran past everybody and they all looked at him with sad looks.

" Do you think he will be better soon? " Dick asked, glancing at Bruce.

" I don't know Dick. He is sensitive and he will need some time to process it. I don't think I can even introduce him to our line of work. He found justice, they got the driver. " Bruce said as he rubbed his chin and the boys had to agree to a certain agree.

" He just needs some time. The first few days are the toughest. He will get better as times passes. " Alfred said as he took one of the boxes out.

Those few days have passed and (Y/N) didn't really feel good. He didn't like the fact he is starting a new school year here, without his friends and a sense of familiarity. He would have to start a new, without... He cried a lot during the time and he just wore black. Alfred had to make sure he ate and Bruce was there to comfort him and make sure he is okay.

Another thing that was painful, alongside his mother's death was the fact that he couldn't be Spiderman. He couldn't go out, he couldn't save his fellow New Yorkers or chat with them. He saw the news talking about his absence and he wanted nothing more than to go back to New York.

Nothing more.

But... There is a problem called big brothers plus a dad.

They were always around, watching him. Always popping in his room to make sure he is okay and not hungry, knowing that eating wasn't easy. Everyone popped in to make sure he is okay. (Y/N) was sure they thought he would hurt himself somehow, but he wasn't doing that.

He would often sit down in his room, when he knew that his family was on patrol, he would take his suit out. He would watch the spider symbol, wishing he could be back in New York. Gotham was nothing compared to New York. New York was much better, still is better than this city. New York is alive, vibrant, full of colors.

And then you have Gotham.

But (Y/N) has had enough after 2 weeks. With a little bit sneaking around, he managed to buy a ticket, his suit underneath the normal clothes he was wearing. While his family was on patrol, he sneaked out and made his way to the station to leave. He was happy, but it was bitter sweet. It would remind him of the things he loved and yet... It would remind him of his mother.

He had actually had some money left for a few flowers to lay on her grave... (Y/N) put his head on the window, watching the scenery change. Left his phone at home so that they couldn't track him, so he spent his time looking out the window and stretching.

After a few hours, (Y/N) has arrived. He smiled as he saw his city. He took a deep breath in and walked around, just remembering the time in his city.

" My apologies New York. " (Y/N) mumbled as he started walking to the cemetery. It would be a long walk, but he had time. He really did. Once he came, the flower shop was open and he has paid with cash, making it difficult to track him. After getting a beautiful bouquet he walked to his mom's grave. He put them down and smiled...

Bittersweet beyond belief.

He kept knelt down on one knee, smiling at the gravestone. He smiled and wiped some of his tears away, not wanting to cry.

" Hey mom. I'm back. Dad wanted me to move, but I think I will stay here. " (Y/N) said as he got up and started walking to his apartment. He missed it, he really did. He could only hope that it's unlocked, but his neighbor had an extra key. He knew it.

And she loved him.

While (Y/N) was happy, the family wasn't really paying attention whether or not (Y/N) was in his room. They were thinking that he has slept. They couldn't have been more wrong about it. (Y/N) already had a whole night ahead of him as an advantage.

Alfred went to check and a few minutes later and he called out for Bruce in a panic. Everyone dropped the cutlery and ran upstairs to see if their butler was safe. Jason and Tim nearly tumbled over one another more than once. Damian jumped in first, ready to fight with the non existent intruder.

They were all shocked to see that there was no intruder. Another problem? There was no (Y/N). Jason checked the bathroom.

" Not in here. " He declared, closing the door.

Bruce wondered what the hell happened. Oh no. Where is he?

" Did anyone see him? " Bruce asked his sons, leaning on the wall.

" No... I thought he was in here. " Tim said as he looked out the window. " Where is he even? " Tim wondered. Bruce pondered for a moment.

" Lets go to the cave and check the cameras. " Bruce said as he pushed himself off of the wall. Everyone followed and soon, they were looking through the cameras.

They all paled when they saw that he went to the city. Bruce pulled all of the cameras he could and thanked God for facial recognition. He pulled it all to find (Y/N).

" Why did he escape? " Dick wondered out aloud. Was it the fact that they were checking on him too much? Was he smothered? Did they smother him?

" Shit. " Jason said next to Bruce as the two watched the screen. Everyone turned their heads to look at the screen. A train station. Bruce connected it.

" He went to New York. " Bruce said as he tracked (Y/N)'s phone.

" What the hell? " Tim wondered out loud.

Everyone frowned when the location turned out to be the manor. Everyone was now worried.

" He has to be in New York. He has to be. " Damian declared and everyone had to agree with it. They knew that (Y/N) coming here wasn't his choice and that he wanted to stay back in New York. Bruce couldn't blame (Y/N) for any of it, nobody could blame (Y/N) for trying to run to New York.

" He has an entire night as an advantage. " Damian said and everyone has agreed with him. That is one hell of an advantage.

" I'm not sure whether or not to be proud. " Bruce said, trying not to smile.

" A mixture of both. He passed the security. " Jason mumbled and Bruce chuckled.

" Yeah, I have to be a mixture of both. Lets do some more investigating and then lets go to New York at night. " Bruce said and everyone nodded.

(Y/N) has had fun during the day, but it seems that Green Goblin wasn't happy with the fact that he was gone out of their city. The fight has been going on for a while and (Y/N) was slowly getting exhausted. Ever so slowly.

(Y/N) knew that he couldn't lose his cool now. That's something that Green Goblin wanted him to do this entire fight. Green Goblin was taunting him and by God, (Y/N) was ready to kill. His wrists were hurting like never before.

He was ready to strike once more when he saw a familiar face. His dad and his brothers. Oh God. Were they all looking for him. They landed near him and (Y/N) swore that his heart was about to jump out of his chest. He really thought so.

" Hey Spidey, you need help? " Dick, well, Nightwing asked and (Y/N) shrugged his shoulders. " Could use some backup. " (Y/N) said, voice breathy.

" Arch nemesis? " Damian, well, Robin asked.

" Yup. "

" Sounds tough. " Dick said and (Y/N) got ready to strike once more. He saw an opening and took it.

(Y/N) was struck and he flew back onto the rooftop and something fell of as he landed. He couldn't pinpoint it, but every part of him screamed that something was wrong. He froze when he saw his father, covering them both with his big cape.

" (Y/N), why didn't you tell us? Is this why you didn't want to leave? " Bruce asked, glancing at his son, trying to see if he was injured.

" I... I didn't know how to... " (Y/N) admitted shyly, looking away from his dad.

" I'm not blaming you. But we have to talk about this later. We can't just leave it like this. Put on your mask and lets finish this. " Bruce said with a firm voice and (Y/N) nodded as he did so and with the help from Bruce, got up.

" Lets get the bastard. " (Y/N) said with so much determination and Bruce smiled proudly. He really is his son with that much determination.

The fight was tiring beyond belief, but the Batfamily was determined and persistent. And Green Goblin wasn't expecting the back up that (Y/N) has gotten out of nowhere. Soon, Green Goblin was taken into custody. Now it was all good. All good.

If you remember that (Y/N)'s family was still there, waiting to talk to him. He didn't really want to talk, he just wanted to avoid it. He didn't want to. By God, he wanted to go to sleep. But he knew that talk would happen eventually.

" Now, " Bruce started as he glanced at everyone. " I'm not mad you, but... You could have told us. We told you. " (Y/N) tried to say something, but Bruce stopped him. " Now, what happened happened. However, you can use your talents back in Gotham. "

(Y/N) shifted on his feet, nervous about it.

" No need to worry (Y/N). " Jason started, hands on his hips. " NYPD is more capable than GCPD. "

Everyone laughed at it. To some extent it's true, but (Y/N) wasn't convinced.

" You don't have to lose your Spider symbol. You can keep being Spiderman. You can be a spider and the rest can be birds. " Bruce said as he put his hand on (Y/N) shoulder.

" It's difficult to leave my city behind. " (Y/N) admitted and Bruce nodded in sympathy. The brothers hugged their brother, hugging him tightly.

They all were saying something, but (Y/N) couldn't understand. But he knew that they were all saying something positive.

" Now, lets go home and get you situated. " Bruce said and (Y/N) just looked at the sun.

" It weird to see you guys in this time of the day. " (Y/N) mumbled as he was led to the Batmobile. Everyone laughed at that. It was true. He really didn't want to leave New York city, but he knew that he could help them in Gotham.

He knew it would work out in the end.

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itsjustaninchident · 7 months

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Could you do a imagine where the reader struggles with body dysmorphia with Charles or Arthur. Just him being there for her and comforting her. Maybe how he finds out

Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader

summary: negative thoughts aren't supposed to be crowding your brain when you're going on a date and Charles is here to help with that.

warning/s: body dysmorphia, anxiety, low self-esteem, mentions of bullying, just nasty hater stuff, angst but fluff in the end, reader is very insecure, slight eating disorder (?), quite bad relationship with food

author's note: I am not very much educated on this topic but I did my research so I can somehow give justice to writing this and please always remember you're beautiful being you! Others' opinion of yourself does not matter, at the end of the day your opinion of yourself will always be more important and I hope if you're going through this you'll get the peace you deserve with your body! Slow steps still progress. 🤍 Please if I wrote something wrong in this kindly call me out. Sorry if it's long overdue I wasn't in my best state these days.

It was a slow Sunday morning for you and Charles. It was one of the free days Charles was away from the chaos of Formula 1 and he couldn't contain the excitement of getting you out on a date. Even though you always try your best to be with him when he's racing in other countries, nothing will still compare to days where he gets to spend it with you and you only.

You were both laying in bed too lazy to start the morning but the both of you knew you need to be prepared because of the long day ahead. Charles prepared a whole day of itinerary for you both in the beautiful city of Florence, it's your first time to be in this city and you couldn't contain your excitement.

Charles was nuzzling his nose to your hair seemingly content of just smelling your strawberry-scented hair for the day and he can't help himself but sigh with the feeling of you just relaxing with him. "I wish we can get to spend mornings like this everyday, mon angé." He tightened his grip on your waist, your back facing him but you can feel his smile as he basked in the morning glow in your hotel room. You can't help but agree to what he said, all the fancy restaurants, the expensive things, and places you can't even pronounce cannot compare to what you both are experiencing right now.

Moments like this are better than anything expensive in the world. Your heart fluttered of imagining ahead a morning with Charles where you don't get to spend one away from him. Just the raw morning greetings, the glow of sunshine cascading both of you as you try to get up and do the most mundane things yet you wouldn't trade it for anything extraordinary or expensive in this world.

"We should get up, I thought you have a full day for us to spend?" You faced him smiling, while he renewed his embrace not wanting to let you go. He smiled at the sight of your face, "You're so beautiful, good morning love." He muttered and kissed your forehead. You blushed, he has probably told you you're beautiful countless of times already but he never fails to release the butterflies in your stomach and make you flustered. "Well, you're gorgeous too." You said to him which earned you a blush as well. He buried his face into your neck seemingly shy from the earned reaction. You can't help but chuckle you wish you can capture this moment forever.

"As much as I want spending my mornings like this, I think we're gonna be late to whatever you planned for today, Charles." You said a-matter-of-fact. You started moving from his grip which he let out a groan of protest. "Get up, love. I'm hungry." You're not. In fact, you're planning on not eating at all for today. The statement made Charles get up from bed, he looks really glorious in the morning but well you can't stay in bed all day when there's a whole new place you wanted to explore waiting for you.

"Okay, then let's get ready. I'll get us pastries before we go. Maybe you can get ready while I'm out?" He offered, you just nodded already busy with planning your outfit as he kissed your forehead before storming off.

You got in the bathroom and did all your ritual. It wasn't long when you're out of the bathroom and started trying out the outfits you picked, not decided which you will wear so you decided to try everything on. The first outfit however, ruined your mood. You put on the pants but as you look at yourself in the mirror you weren't really satisfied with how you look. It was a nightmare really, all the negative thoughts coming in your head one by one as if to knock you all over, crashing the beautiful state you woke up to a while ago. You were not pleased, you hate yourself. You hate how you look, you hate the reflection.

It didn't help that you also saw those nasty comments from "fans" on your latest instagram post. All of the comments on your body, your weight, and your overall appearance. It all took a toll on you. Suddenly all the energy the sleep gave you was drained because of everything. You feel really exhausted just thinking about going out tonight and people seeing you in what seem like a very insecure day for you. You removed the pants and got back to your pyjamas, you're not one to sulk all day when a negative thing occur to you but today is not one of those days.

It seems like everything just came down pouring on you and drowning you from everything. You decided to just lay in bed, negative thoughts clouding your mind. Why are you not as perfect as the other girls you see on instagram? Why can't you be them instead? Why are you so ugly and unfit? Why did Charles even choose to be with you?

All those thoughts were disrupted when you heard the door click open. Your boyfriend entered with a big smile on his face. Seemingly, trying to tell you a story of what went when he bought you guys food. But he stopped talking as long as he saw your state.

He put everything he's holding on to the table, immediately walking up towards you. He's so worried upon seeing you, crying, your makeup ruined, hair still damp, in your pyjamas. He's never seen you in this state before. You guys started dating for a few years now but everytime you have a mental breakdown or an episode like this you try your best to hide it from anyone, even Charles. He kneeled in front of you, started wiping your tearstained cheeks, worry ever present in his eyes, he started fixing the hair covering your forehead. "Can you please sit up for me love?" He uttered gently, he doesn't know what's happening or why you're crying but he just knows you would open up to him when you're ready so for now he's doing his best to calm you down. It hurts to see you like this, fragile and small as if his heart is being pierced through by knives and torn into pieces.

He handed you the water once your sat up straight and facing him. He waited for your sobs to calm down and when you're quite calm he hugged you so tight. So tight that you can also feel your heart tightening. Warmth spreading through you, he didn't even say anything but it made you feel a little bit better. "You wanna lay down?" He asked now facing you. You nodded, you settled down and faced sideways. You feel a little ashamed now, realizing what happened and what he saw. But Charles didn't mind you facing your back from him instead he was spooning you, his arms secured slightly on your waist not wanting to let you go. He was kissing your head as he lightly caress your arm trying to bring you comfort.

"Is everything okay?" He attempted to ask you now wanting to know what's bothering you and how he can help you.

You were hesitant to tell him, no one in your life knows you're going through this. Plus the both of you never talked about anything related to this. But something in you is telling you that you should let him know to at least let out your burden, lighten what you're feeling, and overall just to be honest with him. This is a hard topic to open to anyone, especially to your boyfriend. You don't really know how he will react with it. Will this make it worse? Erasing all the doubts, you started formulating how you will tell him.

"I don't feel good about myself, Cha. I'm so unattractive, it's like I spend numerous amounts of time to look good but in the end I don't feel a tad bit of satisfaction with myself. It's so hard to look good at least. My body's not attractive and I feel like I'm not even doing enough to look good. It's like everything is just not right with me. I'm so tired of trying to look pretty and just fall through in the end whenever I look in the mirror. I hate my reflection and I hate myself for it. I can't help it." Tears started pouring out of your eyes once again, you feel Charles' embrace tightening once more. The little kisses stopped and you could hear his slow breaths. It felt good to let that all out but those lingering negative thoughts will never leave you still.

Charles wishes he can share your pain to at least ease what you're feeling. He didn't know you were feeling this way about yourself because if you would ask him who's the most attractive person he's ever seen the answer will always be you and he would never think in a heartbeat to say your name. If it's only possible for you to borrow his eyes and see yourself from his perspective maybe you would think otherwise, maybe your bad thoughts will disappear. "I love you, mon amour. I wish you could see yourself the way I do. I wish you knew how attractive you are. You're the person I want to see first the moment I wake up and the last person I want to see before I sleep. You're beautiful, you're gorgeous and I will run out of compliments to tell you just to let you know how attractive you are. And that's just even the bonus point because you're also kind, precious, you never forget to worry for anybody, you are so smart and you're my everything. You could wear anything or none at all–" You slapped him slightly making him and you chuckle the tense atmosphere slowly disappearing.

"And you would always look good. You can wear the most expensive makeup product or not wear any makeup at all and I would always feel like you're a goddess and how am I even so lucky to get you in my life? And that's not even all that you got, I was so fascinated by you not because of your physical appearance but because of what's inside your heart. I will never get tired of telling you how pretty you are whenever you feel like you're not. The world does not deserve someone like you."

You held your breath upon hearing his words. You can't help but shed tears again, this time because of love. You don't even know if it's possible for anyone to feel this much love in their heart that it feels like it's about to burst, little did you know Charles feels the same way.

You turned around and face him. And you can't help but smile as he renewed his embrace. "I love you, Charles." You muttered earning a smile from him. "I love you more, mon amour. You're the greatest thing that's ever happened to me." You buried your face into his neck as he tightened his embrace to you. "Maybe we could still have our date here, hmm? What do you think about watching your favorite movie and ordering your favorite food?" He offered, as he's slightly caressing your back. You nodded, you felt hungry after crying that much, the negative thoughts lingering at the back of your mind still but with Charles by your side you feel more at ease and ready to take slow steps to find peace with yourself.

While you guys were watching your favorite movie Charles suggested that maybe you should try and seek help from a psychiatrist. You took his word and nodded, once you're back in Monaco you will find time to get professional help. "I don't know what I would do without you." You said to him. "I think I should be the one saying that." As he kissed you while your worries slowly fades away.

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goodnightmemes · 2 months

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THE WALKING DEAD SEASON ONE SENTENCE STARTERS

❛ Sometimes I wonder if you even care about us at all. ❜

❛ Make sure you got a round in the chamber and your safety off. ❜

❛ Son of a bitch shot me. You believe that? ❜

❛ Look, I ask and you answer. It's common courtesy, right? ❜

❛ Get away from the windows. ❜

❛ Conserve your ammo. Goes faster than you think. Especially at target practice. ❜

❛ There are others. It's not just us. ❜

❛ Folks got no idea what they're getting into. ❜

❛ We are surviving here. We are day to day. ❜

❛ Listen, whoever you are, I don't mind telling you I'm a little concerned in here. ❜

❛ Have you been listening? You're running out of time. ❜

❛ Yeah, whatever. Yeehaw. You're still a dumbass. ❜

❛ You know what the key to scavenging is? Surviving! You know the key to surviving? Sneaking in and out, tiptoeing. Not shooting up the streets like it's the O.K. Corral. ❜

❛ You were chasing a hallucination, imagining things. It happens. ❜

❛ Hey! Y'all be more polite to a man with a gun! Only common sense. ❜

❛ We survive this by pulling together, not apart. ❜

❛ If bad ideas were an Olympic event, this would take the gold. ❜

❛ You can't leave me. You can't leave me here. Not like this. ❜

❛ At least somebody's having a good day. ❜

❛ Words can be meager things. Sometimes they fall short. ❜

❛ Nothing bit you? Nothing scratched you? ❜

❛ So that's it, huh? You're just gonna walk off? Just to hell with everybody else? ❜

❛ You're putting every single one of us at risk. Just know that. ❜

❛ The world ended. Didn't you get the memo? ❜

❛ Toughest asshole I ever met. Feed him a hammer, he'd crap out nails. ❜

❛ They're not gonna say it so I will. You're scaring people. ❜

❛ Even I think it's a bad idea and I don't even like you much. ❜

❛ There ain't nothing gonna stop him from getting back here to you, I promise you that. ❜

❛ One wrong move, you get an arrow in the ass. Just so you know. ❜

❛ You come back locked and loaded, we'll see which side spills more blood. ❜

❛ Them guns are worth more than gold. Gold won't protect your family or put food on the table. ❜

❛ What life I have I owe to him. ❜

❛ I don't think you fully appreciate the gravity of the situation. ❜

❛ You're the dumbest son of a bitch I ever met. We walked in there ready to kill every last one of you. ❜

❛ The people we've encountered since things fell apart, the worst kind… plunderers, the kind that take by force. ❜

❛ Guess the world changed. ❜

❛ The people here, they all look to me now. I don't even know why. ❜

❛ Hell with them people. Wouldn't piss on them if their heads were on fire. ❜

❛ Unless I've misread the signs, the world seems to have come to an end. At least hit a speed bump for a good long while. ❜

❛ Time…it's important to keep track, isn't it? The days at least. Don't you think? ❜

❛ Do not enter the city. It belongs to the dead now. ❜

❛ I know how the safety works. ❜

❛ We start down that road, where do we draw the line? ❜

❛ Someone needs to have some balls to take care of this damn problem! ❜

❛ We don't kill the living. ❜

❛ I'm sorry for not ever being there. I always thought there'd be more time. I'm here now. ❜

❛ These people need to know who the hell's in charge here, what the rules are. ❜

❛ There are no rules. ❜

❛ We need time to mourn and we need to bury our dead. It's what people do. ❜

❛ I won't leave again. I promise you that. Not for anything. ❜

❛ You save a grave for me? ❜

❛ It's not about what you want. That sound you hear, that's God laughing while you make plans. ❜

❛ We can't stay here. We both know that. ❜

❛ The most important thing here is we need to stay together. ❜

❛ You go on your own, you won't have anyone to watch your back. ❜

❛ Leave me here. I'm done. Just leave me. ❜

❛ The fever… You've been delirious more often than not. ❜

❛ We can't be here, this close to the city after dark. ❜

❛ You got stuff to bring in, you do it now. Once this door closes, it stays closed. ❜

❛ You know, it's over. There's nothing left. ❜

❛ You don't know what it's like out there. You may think you do, but you don't. ❜

❛ We don't have to be afraid anymore. We're safe here. ❜

❛ I lost somebody too. I know how devastating it is. ❜

❛ What's wrong with him? Seriously, is he nuts, medicated, what? ❜

❛ I did the best I could in the time that I had. I hope you'd be proud of that. ❜

❛ We always think there's gonna be more time. ❜

❛ You should've left well enough alone. It would've been so much easier. ❜

❛ I had to keep hope alive, didn't I? ❜

❛ There is no hope. There never was. ❜

❛ What part of "everything is gone" do you not understand? ❜

❛ There's your chance. Take it. ❜

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Stray Ghost

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Chapter 1: Lost Kitten

Summary:

“Are your parents around?” Shouta had avoided asking before, not wanting to scare the kid off.

“Nope.” Danny started picking the table, moving the cloth back and forth. He didn’t meet Shouta’s eyes, “They’re uhh…gone. Or I’m gone? It doesn’t matter, I haven’t seen them in a while.” There was a story there, but Shouta wouldn’t push. He knew a wound when he saw one.

“Any other family? An aunt or uncle perhaps?” He tried instead.

“Nope,” He laid his head on the table using his arms as a pillow, covering Digiorno from view, “none of those.”

“Are you staying with anyone?” Shouta already knew the answer to that question.

“Only if you count the cats as ‘someone,’” He sat up meeting Shouta’s gaze, “I’ve just been around.” ★~★

In other words, Aizawa Picks up a stray

Shouta had a thing for taking in strays. Everyday along his patrol route he had stops where he would feed the strays. He was so consistent that a small gathering of cats had started to assemble waiting for food. He learned to recognize them and would take them to the shelter when they got sick or needed to be neutered. As much as he loved cats, he didn’t want any more strays born on the street.

Today should’ve been no different; fill the bowls of cat food, check the cats over, and then be on his way. As he approached the bowls hidden in the alley (he’s had problems with people stealing them or knocking them over when they’re in the open) he heard soft sounds of laughter and someone talking.

The voice sounded young, a little high for a boy’s and a little low for a girl’s. Shouta was curious. Not many people were kind to strays, either worried they had fleas or ambivalent to them entirely.

There, surrounded by a swarm of cats was a teenage boy. He had dark messy hair that covered half his face and dirty worn clothes. His jacket, which looks to have been originally red, was now a dirty mud color and was frayed. The cats rubbed against his legs and knocked into each other to be petted by his hands, he cooed at them in response. Somehow the teen sensed Shouta, and looked over. He saw the bag of food he was holding, and smiled with slightly sharp teeth. His face was just as dirty as the rest of him, giving him a manic look. The boy was clearly homeless or perhaps a runaway. Whatever he was, he was obviously alone.

“Are you the one who feeds the cats?” he stood up, annoyed meowing underneath him at his prideful display.

“I am,” Shouta walks over to the bowls and crouches down, the cats rubbing against him and yowling as if they were starving to death. He had to be careful of where he put his feet otherwise he would crush one of them, “Most people look down at this kind of thing, but I think it’s important.”

“Yeah, people suck sometimes.” the teen laughed in agreement and put his hands in his jacket pocket. He had a smile on his face as he watched the cats quickly gorge on the food when it was all poured.

“I have a few more stops to make if you want to come?” The city, while filled with heroes, still wasn’t safe for a kid. This way he could at least watch him and maybe learn more about him to help.

“Sure, I got nothing to do.” He gave a lopsided grin and started walking out of the alley. Shouta petted a few of the cat’s heads and followed after him.

“What’s your name kid?” The kid seemed easy going, a result of being naive or being used to the danger. No kid that young should be like that. He looked barely older than 15.

“Danny.” He answered easily. The name sounded foreign, it could be he was mixed or from another country. Danny looked back at him, “Yours?”

“Aizawa.” It would be weird to give him his hero name, even if he was on patrol. The boy hummed in response. “What brought you here, Danny?”

“My legs,” He deflected sarcastically. Shouta supposed he walked into that one. It was probably a touchy subject, and they did just meet. “Are you doing just this today?” He pointed to the bag.

“This, and a few other errands.” The errands being hero work, but he could put that on hold for the boy. “The next stop is over here by the way.” Shouta pointed towards an upcoming alley.

“On it!” Danny ran ahead, having to slow down when he almost missed the opening.

Shouta quirked his eyebrow but kept the same pace. By the time he entered the alley, Danny was nestled with the cats like last time. One, whose name was Digiorno (named by Hizashi), cuddled up in his lap. He was an older fatter cat that Shouta had met when he was still a kitten. He tried to take him home, but he kept running away. He was a bit shy and Hizashi’s personality was just too big for him. It had even taken Shouta a few months to be able to pet the bastard. Danny though, his presence calmed him in a way Shouta’s couldn’t.

“That one’s name is Digiorno,” Shouta crouched down beside them and filled the bowls like in the last alley. The cats all scrambled to the food except him. Instead, he just nestled deeper into Danny’s lap, curling onto his back.

“He’s gonna die soon,” Danny petted under his chin as he purred, “Maybe tonight.” The boy’s smile was softer this time, a little sad. Shouta’s heart sank. It’s true that he was getting older and slower, but he had recently been checked out by the vet and they said he was healthy.

“I can take him home with me to monitor him. He’ll be alright.” Shouta reached down to stroke his belly softly, the spot he always liked.

“I think that's a good idea,” his voice dropped down to a whisper, “no one wants to die alone…” Shouta briefly stopped petting him and looked at the boy. There was a far off look in his eye as he gazed down at the cat. Perhaps he had lost someone close to him? Shouta only hummed.

When it was time to go, Digiorno still clung onto Danny, his head resting between his neck and shoulder. Shouta took off his scarf and made a makeshift sling for him, wrapping some around Danny’s waist also, so all the weight wouldn’t be on his neck. Digiorno seemed happy inside it and sank between the strips. Shouta felt naked without it, but he was glad the cat was comfortable.

They kept walking in and out of the alleys, a few cats coming up to lick Digiorno and rub on Danny. Most of the cats seemed more interested in him than the food. Molly, an almost feral girl, even came up to them. She would usually swat and hiss at the other cats but this time she paid them no mind. She walked up onto Danny’s lap and licked Digiorno on his face, grooming his cheeks. Digiorno licked back, leaving them both with wetted fur. Danny raised his hand to her, and she smelled it before licking him and rubbing the corner of her mouth on the tips of his fingers. Danny looked at her, and if Shouta was a little bit more unstable than he was, he would swear there was some sort of understanding between the two.

It only took them 30 more minutes to finish feeding the cats. Shouta wrapped up the empty bag and stuffed it in his pocket to use next time. Danny leaned against the wall, gently petting Digiorno with a soft smile on his lips. People passed him, but never looked at him. It was like he wasn’t even there.

“You hungry? It’s a little after lunchtime and I haven't eaten yet.” Danny looked up at Shouta and nodded. He was glad the boy agreed. If he played his cards right, he could get the boy into a shelter or somewhere safe tonight.

They walked to one of Shouta’s favorite ramen places, a small family restaurant that he, Hizashi, Nemuri and Oboro used to go to as teens. The restaurant has since been passed down and slightly remodeled, but the food was still just as good. They sat down and ordered.

“I’m gonna go wash up in the bathroom real quick, alright?” Danny pointed his thumb behind him. Shouta just nodded.

Danny returned after a few minutes, his face and hands washed. Shouta’s guess of him being 15 looked right on the money now that he was able to fully see his youthful features. Freckles were splattered on his face, traveling down to his neck and under his hoodie. His blue eyes were bright, like the sun reflecting off snow. Despite their cold color, there was a warmth to them that Shouta felt he himself had lost long ago. One thing they did share were the eye bags that resided under them. Danny’s weren’t as set in as Shouta’s, but they still carried a chronic tiredness that made him want to yawn.

Danny sat down in front of him and started looking around at the shop’s walls. There was a lot of art that the owners had let people do, for a price. It was one of the attractions since everyone wanted their own little corner. Shouta himself had a doodle or two somewhere on these walls.

“Are your parents around?” Shouta had avoided asking before, not wanting to scare the kid off.

“Any other family? An aunt or uncle perhaps?” He tried instead.

“Nope,” He laid his head on the table using his arms as a pillow, covering Digiorno from view, “none of those.”

“Are you staying with anyone?” Shouta already knew the answer to that question.

“Only if you count the cats as ‘someone,’” He sat up meeting Shouta’s gaze, “I’ve just been around.”

“Have you thought about going to a shelter at all? There’s one for youths a few streets away, I could take you if you want?” Danny held up his hand to stop him.

“That’s fine,” he propped his head on his hand, “I don’t know how well me and those places mix. It’s safer on my own.” He most certainly was not, but Shouta wasn’t going to argue with him.

As if on cue their food was ready, and Danny’s eyes lit up when it was set down in front of him. He was drooling and swayed his body back and forth excitedly, like a dog shaking its tail.

“Man, I haven’t eaten in a few days.” And with that he shoved a bite into his face with the chopsticks. Shouta was about to take a bite himself but was horrified, noodles falling back into the bowl. He stared at the boy with his mouth open. Danny didn’t notice and just happily continued eating. Shouta eyed him again, but decided it was better to feed the boy more.

In between bites, Danny would feed a noodle to Digiorno, dangling it over him like a string. He would play with it until his nail snagged it down into his mouth. Feeding pets at the table, or simply having pets at the table was considered rude, but Shouta doubted anyone actually cared, and both the boy and cat were happy.

Danny finished his noodles and raised the bowl to his lips to slurp it down, a few drops running down his chin and onto the cat, who licked it away happily. That boy could eat. Shouta was still only halfway through his own bowl.

“You can order another one if you’d like?” Danny obviously needed it.

“Really?” He scratched the back of his neck, “I don’t want to waste your money…”

“Of course, feel free to order some other stuff as well. They make really good takoyaki.”

“Thanks! I really mean it,” He held his hands up in a praying manner, “I’ll try to pay you back.”

“No worries, I was going to order more anyway,” Shouta wasn’t, but he didn’t want to make the kid feel bad. Hizashi did like their takoyaki, so Shouta would bring some home.

Danny's second bowl came out and he started eating it, slower this time, no longer as desperate for food. The takoyaki was set between them and Shouta ate a few after he finished his own bowl.

“You know,” Danny laughed, stirring the ramen with a chopstick, “when I was a kid, I used to make my ramen with spicy mustard and hotdogs.” He took another bite.

Shouta’s nose curled, imagining the flavor and texture. He took a drink of water to wash it out. Danny kept talking.

“It was the easiest thing I could make, I just boiled it all together. I was a kid, so I thought it was pretty good. I still think it’s pretty good.” Danny had a somber look on his face, lost in a memory, “My parents always worked so we didn’t get a lot of home cooked meals, and if we did it attacked us or was just fudge.” That’s an alarming thought. What type of food would attack someone? Was it still alive? A better question is why would his parents put him into a situation like that? Shouta was almost glad that the kid wasn’t with them anymore. Almost. Because now the kid’s all alone.

They finished eating shortly after that, Shouta ordering more takoyaki and some pork buns to take home. He didn’t have anything else for the day, already deciding to forgo hero work to look after the kid. They walked further downtown past all the shops and tourist traps. Every time Danny slowed down to look into the window, Shouta would go inside. The boy didn’t seem to notice this and just followed Shouta in. He smiled and followed behind him.

He liked looking at the hero merch and would inspect the figures they had of them. He held up one in particular and showed it to Shouta. It was Hound Dog doing an attack pose at an unseen villain.

“This one kinda looks like a friend of mine, Wulf, but he’s less green.” Danny started speaking a different language through the figure and then responded back in Japanese, switching between serious and silly facial expressions. He laughed and set it back down and then went to wander off somewhere else. Shouta grabbed the figure and took it to the counter, hiding it from Danny. There was some paint at the counter that they sold for custom figures. The only green they had left was a bright neon, that Shouta was sure wasn’t the same color as this ‘Wulf’. He added that and some black and white paint (so they could mix it to the right hue later) to the sale. Danny found him after his purchase and didn’t question the new bag, if he even noticed it.

They went like that for a while, stopping in and out of shops with Danny picking out a few things he liked now and then. He got really excited when they passed a shop dedicated to space and the hero, Thirteen. He was bouncing back and forth like a runner preparing for a jog. Digiorno stood up in his sling and wacked him in the face, annoyed at his antics.

“Sorry buddy.” Danny rubbed the spot, but there was no mark there. He gave Digiorno an affectionate scratch as an apology.

“Do you like space?” a soft smile spread to Shouta’s face. The boy blushed and looked away, embarrassed.

“Yeah…” he rubbed the back of his neck, “I uhh- when I was younger I wanted to be an astronaut,” The same smile appeared on his face, the same one at the ramen shop when he talked about his parents, “I would study all night about space, physics, the effect of zero gravity on the body,” his head bobbed back and forth listing things, “I don’t think I can now, even if it weren’t for my… quirk, my grades sucked.”

“What is your quirk?” During their whole day together, neither of them brought up the subjects of quirks or heroes.

“Uhh,” Danny thought for a moment, deciding whether to tell Shouta or not. It could be that he had a more ‘villainous’ quirk and was scared of getting made fun of or rejected. Shouta himself had similar experiences. He had the power to remove other’s quirks, and while it isn’t very powerful in of itself, it scared people that he could render them powerless. In elementary school, the kids would throw sand in his eyes so he couldn’t see them. Then in middle school, they just flat out ignored him. Things got better in high school when he joined class 1-A and met his little group. He was thankful to them.

“To be determined?” Danny said after a pause, shrugging. His voice went higher, clearly failing to lie probably. It could be the kid was quirkless or had decided to not tell Shouta. That was his choice and Shouta knew how sensitive the topic was, but a part of him still hurt.

They walked through the store, Danny was too occupied with space facts to notice Shouta put stuff in their basket.

“Most people think the moon is a planet, but it’s actually not. It's earth's only natural satellite, which basically means it’s orbiting the earth independently of the sun, which makes it not a planet, apparently.”

Shouta just nodded along, pleased that the boy was talking so much. Everything fascinated him, and he walked around the store with wonder in his eyes. Almost every knick-knack caught his interest; hoodies, caps, posters, and a lava lamp. It was starting to get difficult to hide all this stuff from him. Shouta placed the basket on the ground and gave an eye to one of the employees. At first, she looked confused but then Shouta made a head motion to Danny and a look of understanding lit up her face. Danny turned back wondering what was happening.

“Someone just left their cart behind without paying.” Shouta nodded at the employee again who smiled knowingly.

“Oh, that’s rude.” He shrugged and kept walking around. They had explored the whole store and were back at the door. Danny opened it, but looked back inside, clearly sad to leave, like a kid who didn’t get anything from an ice cream shop. He walked out after a second, holding it open for Shouta. He looked at him expectantly, but instead Shouta shook his head.

“You wait out here for a second.” He tried to make his face blank to not reveal anything. Danny looked at him with confusion and squinted eyes, but didn’t protest, and let the door close. Shouta went to the cashier, and she had already started scanning things.

“I was worried you were going to leave, and I would have to put this all back,” she joked.

“Sorry to have worried you,” Shouta responded, ignoring the opening for small talk. She hummed and put the items in the bag. Shouta stopped her at the last thing, a hoodie with white cartoon stars decorating the outside while the inside was lined with a more realistic star scape. “I can hold that one.” She handed it to him after removing the tag. He paid her and left.

He expected to see Danny leaning against the side of the building, petting Digiorno while he waited. Instead, he only saw Digiorno standing on his scarf, hackles raised and growling deeply. Shouta panicked, not being able to find Danny quickly enough. He panicked even more when he did. A little way across the street was a giant man with a shark head being thrown into the ground. All around people were screaming and running to get away. Danny was not one of those faces. Inexplicably, he was the one who threw the shark man.

Shouta felt his face go slack and his jaw hang open. Of course, he was the type to run headfirst into danger and of course he was good at it. This didn’t help his panic any, and in fact made it worse. Danny was not one of his students, he had no idea what his limits were. Still- Shouta felt a curl of pride coil in his chest. He shook it off. Digiorno still sat on his scarves, which Shouta would need since he wasn’t sure his quirk would work on the villain. He set the bag down and placed the hoodie on top of it so it wouldn’t get dirty, then lifted Digiorno off and dropped him down again. The cat protested and smacked Shouta, but he was in a hurry so hardly noticed.

Shouta sprinted to the chaos unfolding, watching in slow motion as the villain ripped a street sign out of the ground and used it as a bat against Danny. Fortunately, the boy was small and agile enough to jump over or duck every time it swung at him. What the hell was this kid's quirk?

“Oh hi, Aizawa!” Danny waved at him with a wide excited smile on his face. He looked more alive in that moment than he had all day, his eyes glowing with a weird intensity that almost made them look like they were literally glowing. That was just the distraction that the villain needed to hit Danny, his small body bending on the pole as he was flung backwards onto the ground, a small crater broken beneath him.

Terror seized in his chest, déjà vu of the first League attack and his students. Shouta activated his quirk in vain at the villain. He already knew nothing would happen since he was a mutant type. He closed the distance and swung his scarf around his arm right when he was about to punch Danny on the ground. Danny sat up, not an injury in sight. Shouta breathed a sigh of relief- which then was forced out of him when the boy jumped up to punch the villain in the face.

The villain’s arms went up in reflex to feel his nose, clumsily stepping backwards, dragging Shouta with him. He had to untie it to not get flung into the air or crushed.

“Get back!” He shouted at Danny who ran up to help fight. Why did kids want to get themselves killed in front of Shouta?

“Oh, come on! I had it handled!” He shouted, he was still smiling ear to ear. He had an excited, almost frenzied look in his eyes.

“You most certainly did not!” Danny was so much like his students, but worse. At least they listen to him sometimes. Shouta sighed, “Just aim for the feet and make sure to watch what I’m doing.”

“Aye-aye!” Danny saluted and vaulted to the villain, who just recovered from getting his nose broken. Danny started attacking his feet, rapid punches that made a hard sound when they hit. The villain looked to be in pain, and kept trying to bend down and swat Danny, but the boy was too quick for him. Shouta tied one of his arms with the tape before another blow, then tied it to his opposite leg. Danny looked at him and smiled.

“Pay attention,” Shouta scolded, wanting to avoid last time. He dramatically pouted but turned to the villain once more. It was almost a comical sight, the villain was bouncing back and forth with the use of only one leg and arm. It didn’t take much effort for Danny to kick out his final leg beneath him, causing him to topple over. Danny beamed, his face dirty once more from being thrown into the ground. Must’ve been a habit for him.

Shouta walked over and restrained the villain with the last of his tape. He was still trying to get up, but he looked like a fish on land, which Shouta supposed he was.

“Haha, talk about a fish out of water!” Danny joked. Shouta smiled at him, glad he was safe. That only lasted a second before reality caught up with him.

“What the hell were you thinking?!” He activated his quirk, falling into the angry teacher persona. “You could’ve been really hurt!”

“I told you, I had it handled.” He put his hands up in surrender, but still had an easy-going smile on his mouth, unaware of the risks.

“That doesn’t matter! You’re still a kid, you aren’t supposed to be doing stuff like this.” Shouta rubbed the bridge of his nose, his hair falling down.

“But I have been! And I’m good at it! Trust me, I’m able to take care of myself.” He crossed his arms and pouted once more.

“Your quirk may be powerful, but it’s clear you lack training. You almost got both you and I hurt back there. You have to be more aware of your surroundings.”

“I wouldn’t have let it hurt you, I was on the way.” For the first time he sounded serious. He didn’t care about his safety but clearly put others above his own. Problem child…

Shouta relaxed slightly. He looked like such a kid. “Just do better next time.” Shouta’s face fell, realizing what he said. Shit…

“Next time!” Danny’s face lit up, pout gone. That sealed the deal in Shouta’s mind.

“Under supervision” he stressed, pointing a finger at him. Danny still smiled as he turned to go back to Digiorno.

Shouta got out his flip phone and texted Hisashi to get the spare room ready. He responded quickly, asking if Nemuri or Tensei was going to stay over. Shouta responded with a ‘Nope’ and shut his phone. He knows that wasn’t the best option, but it would be funny and he still needed to get him back.

He caught up with Danny just before he was about to pick up the cat.

“Take off your hoodie first,” Shouta instructed. Danny looked at Digiorno then back at Shouta.

“Why?” His face had the classic expression of teens when you tell them to do something.

“You’ll see.” Shouta replied in way of an explanation. Danny shrugged and started unzipping his hoodie.

As he did so, Shouta picked up Digiorno and the new hoodie, careful to leave the bags behind him and out of sight. When Danny was done, he could see the almost clean white T-shirt that was hidden underneath. Danny rubbed his arms, trying to hide some of the scars on his body. It was too late, Shouta had seen them.

Each one was clearly from something different, some being burns and the others from jabs or slices. There was one in particular that caught Shouta’s eye. It was a Lichtenberg scar that traveled up his left arm. It would be impossible to hide due to the size, but it was the one Danny tried to shield the most. Lichtenberg scars typically only lasted 24 hours, so whatever happened to him it was recent. Pain and regret gnawed at Shouta's insides. He was supposed to be a hero, but he couldn’t save this boy from clear torture. How could someone get away with doing this to a child?! All the heroes failed him.

“I’m so sorry,” Shouta couldn’t help but speak out. Danny gave him a twisted look, clearly uncomfortable at the attention.

“What are you apologizing for?” He let out a little laugh, “You didn’t do anything.”

And that was the problem. Shouta didn’t do anything to help him. He knew it was irrational but a voice in his head said that if he just tried harder, he could’ve saved him.

“Are you safe now?” That was a stupid question. Of course he was safe, because Shouta wouldn’t let anything happen to him again.

“I am.” The boy said with resolve, “They won’t hurt me ever again.” The kid was a fighter, he’d be alright.

He was about to reach for Digiorno when he noticed the hoodie draped over Shouta’s arm.

“What's that?” He pointed at the hoodie. Shouta moved Digiorno to one side of his body, the fat cat nestling between his neck like he did Danny.

“This,” Shouta unfolded it and presented it to Danny, “is just something I’d thought you’d need.”

Danny's mouth turned into the shape of an ‘O’ and his entire demeanor changed from a moment before. He shook his hands excitedly and reached for the hoodie, he looked back up at Shouta as if asking for permission. Shouta nodded and the boy took it and started examining it closer, feeling the soft fabric and staring at the stars.

“Oh cool, it’s reversible!” He flipped it inside-out so that the galaxy was on the outside and put it on. The blues and whites of the stars brought out the shine in the boy’s eyes, making him seem almost a part of the cosmos. Shouta smiled, a warm feeling blooming inside of him. Oh yeah, Shouta was going to keep him.

A cop came up to them, recognizing Shouta as a hero.

“Afternoon, Eraser Head, sir” he greeted. Danny watched silently, but there was a sharp look in his eye. “I assume that villain over there is your work?”

“It is,” Shouta nodded. Danny moved to stand behind him a little. The cop didn’t mind him and just went back to his job.

“I see. Would I be able to get a report from you or ask you a few questions?”

“I’m afraid I am off right now, but I can fax the report to your supervisor, detective Tsukauchi, later today.” Shouta didn’t have time for this right now, and he knew throwing out Tsukauchi’s name would get him to leave him alone.

“Of course, sir, I mean Eraser head.” The cop gave a short bow, and walked off to his co-workers, who were loading the villain into a car.

Shouta sighed, relaxing. It wasn’t that he found those types of interactions stressful, but they were certainly annoying.

“What was that about?” Danny moved out from behind him, confusion on his face. It was clear that Danny wasn’t too familiar with the local heroes, and even if he were, it was doubtful he knew who Shouta was.

“Ah, I’m a hero, so the man was just asking me a few questions. No need to worry yourself.” Danny’s face went through a series of emotions. First surprise, then awe, then confusion and finally concern. He went paler than usual.

“You’re not gonna tell them about me, are you?” His voice sounded small, unsure. His eyes darted to Shouta to the street, deciding to run or not.

“Not him specifically, but his supervisor.” Shouta watched him closely, “We’re acquaintances and he’s good at keeping information restricted, if that’s what you’re worried about?” Shouta quirked his eyebrow at the boy and nodded, relieved. Shouta would not question him about it, choosing to let the boy tell him in his own time.

Danny reached for Digiorno, and Shouta gave the cat to him like he was a baby. Shouta grabbed some more tape from one of his many pockets, and wrapped the scarf around him like last time, and the two were off again.

There were only a few shops left, but nothing had piqued the boy’s interest, so Shouta didn’t get anything. By this point, they were about to enter the food district.

Shouta checked his phone again and finally read Hisashi's messages;

3:08pm Did you take in another stray again? I hope it’s not feral like last time.

3:08pm I had to get SHOTS honey, SHOTS! Not to mention the fleas…

3:09pm Whatever you are planning just know I want no part in it!

3:13pm I did clean the room like you asked

3:14pm Ok I didn’t. It was already clean I just fluffed the pillows

3:18pm Sho?

3:20pm Shouta?

3:22pm Honey?

3:22pm Baby?

3:22pm Darling?

3:23pm Honey buns?

3:23pm Light of my life?

3:25pm Fine.

3:28pm I don’t even care!

3:31pm What time are you getting home?

Shouta decided to respond with a simple: I’m going shopping. Do you want anything?

Hisashi responded quickly; You~😙💛

God, he was so cheesy. Shouta smiled at the phone. How about takoyaki?

That is acceptable. Could you get the ingredients for Unadon? I’m feeling lazy and want to do something else tonight 😉👌🍆💦

Shouta looked up at Danny to see if he noticed his facial expressions change. He was still focusing on the cat, bouncing on his heels like he was a baby that needed soothed. He looked up at Shouta, sensing his eyes, then looked at him confused seeing the change. Shouta ignored him and texted back Hisashi.

Not tonight. You’ll see why

😢

Shouta shut his phone and wiped his face, trying to get it blank. Danny came up to him, his face a mixture of confusion and glee. Shouta groaned and walked ahead. Danny of course ran up to him and knocked into his shoulder playfully. Shouta just patted his head and ruffled his hair, not even realizing what he was doing. Neither of them commented on it and just continued walking.

Danny naturally followed behind him. Neither of them was talking but they had grown used to each other, their steps in sync. It was strange. Shouta had always kept himself at a distance from others, even Hizashi at first. People had to pester him to open up and be around them, like a feral cat not used to people. He didn’t mind it and was even thankful for their intrusion. But with Danny, it felt natural. The kid overall had a weird energy, both electric and calming. Shouta thinks the boy felt a similar way since he hasn’t run off yet, even though he was clearly able to.

He wanted to ask him so many questions; what was his quirk? Why did he react like that to the cop? And maybe most pressing of all, what happened to him? There had to be a reason this boy was out alone in the world. Shouta couldn’t imagine it was because of anything he did, but he knew people were cruel.

Shouta will let the boy reveal it on his own time, he knows how much it hurts when people press an issue you’re not ready to talk about.

They walked into the store, it was one of those mega stores from the U.S. It was seen as more of a novelty than a reliable store, but they had some stuff here that Shouta needed.

“Can I give you a list and we'll meet back here in 30 minutes?” Shouta needed Danny to be distracted so he could go get him some stuff. Danny cocked his eyebrow but nodded. Shouta ripped off a page from the note he kept in his pocket and wrote some of what they needed. Most of the ingredients he made sure were close to each other and easy to find, so as not to overwhelm Danny. He handed the list to Danny and they went their separate ways.

Shouta went to the clothes section. Danny hadn’t been wearing dirt long enough for it to be fasionable. There he picked up 3 pairs of jeans, 3 black and white t-shirts, PJs, and new shoes, since his were falling apart from all that walking. Shouta wasn’t sure what size Danny was, but he guessed, aiming close to bigger than smaller. He also got him a belt in case the pants were indeed too big. It wasn’t the best wardrobe, but it was a good start.

Shouta checked the clock on the wall, and he still had 10 minutes left. Good. He could use that to buy these and get the rest of the food. He was able to successfully pull it off with a minute to spare. He had gotten a larger bag to condense all of the boy’s gifts without it being too heavy.

He went back to the designated spot and waited for Danny. A few minutes went by and the boy had yet to arrive. Panic started seizing Shouta’s chest. Had he gotten into another fight? Did he run away or get lost? He was put at ease when the boy came around the corner- without the cat.

Shouta studied him, looking for any sign of distress. Instead, he was beaming and waved to Shouta like he had with the villain, naive to how the situation looked from the outside. He had a spring to his step as he finally reached Shouta.

“I wanna show you something!” Danny swayed his body excitedly, playing with the tassels on his hoodie. Now that there was no cat, Danny wore the capture tape as a normal scarf. If Shouta ignored a few factors, Danny looked a lot like him when he was in school. They even had the same haircut. He tried to ignore the sudden attack of his beating heart. He could only imagine Hizashi’s reaction.

“Where’s Digiorno?” Shouta didn’t hesitate in asking. Danny didn’t seem worried, so it wasn’t likely anyone had taken him from him. Shouta doubted they could though. He had seen how strong the boy was. It could’ve been that Danny didn’t even realize the cat was missing. In that case it would be better to start looking for him sooner before he got too far.

“That’s what I wanted to show you!” His smile grew brighter as he turned around, revealing a cat carrier backpack. It looked like a rocket ship, Digiorno’s face in the window like he was blasting off.

“Cute.” Shouta commented.

“It was on sale,” Danny beamed again, this time his voice taking a prouder tone, “I had some left-over money and I just couldn’t pass it up!”

That confused Shouta slightly. He was under the impression that the boy had nothing to his name. Although, that might have been a bit presumptuous of him. There are plenty of ways to get money on the street. His mind soured thinking of the implications of that, a grimace almost slipping onto his face. It was better to ask the boy and give him all the support he needed.

“How’d you get the money?” Shouta tried not to let anything slip into his voice, watching the boy with one eye for any reaction.

“Just some odd jobs here and there,” Danny shrugged. He had an odd look on his face as he watched Shouta, “there’s an old guy that pays me to move boxes for him to his coffee shop. He’s nice and even gives me food after.” He started chewing on one of his tassels at the mention of food.

Shouta reached into his giant bag of bags for the takoyaki. It was lukewarm by now and on the cusp of needing to be thrown out, but it was editable enough. He handed it over to Danny, who opened it without hesitation and started munching down. Him and Hizashi were similar in that aspect.

“I got what we need so we can go now.” Shouta began walking out of the store, knowing that Danny would follow along. It felt like they’d been doing this for a while or had at least known each other for a longer than they had. It felt nice in a weird way. It didn’t feel like it did when he was with Hizashi or even with his students.

“Where are we going now?” Danny asked, mouth half full of food. It had only been a few hours, but he seemed more relaxed than when Shouta had first met him. It was clear that the kid was putting on a front before, but through the day had slowly let it fall.

“Back home.” Shouta hummed, not really paying attention. Danny slowed down behind him then stopped. Shouta turned back and saw a blank face with far off eyes. He was about to ask what was wrong when it was suddenly washed away by a smile like before, but his eyes still had that same look.

“Huh,” He laughed, “‘home,’” he said it like the word tasted weird in his mouth, “haven’t heard that word in a while.” His hands looked awkward, not knowing what to do. Finally, they wrapped around his body like a hug, or something to keep him contained from exploding.

The boy never let himself have a sad look on his face, and if he did, he wiped it off quickly. Shouta wondered if that was to make others feel better or himself. He already knew the answer. You don’t smile for other people if you’re used to being alone. The boy had clearly been through a lot and kept it bottled up inside. It was too dangerous on the streets to show that kind of vulnerability. Shouta had to show him that it was okay somehow. There was a bench behind them and Shouta sat down. Danny followed but did not sit. His eyes were curious about what he was going to do.

“You know,” he started, unsure what he was going to say, “I didn’t have a place until recently.” Danny looked up at him, but Shouta looked away. It was uncomfortable to talk about, even if he wanted to help the boy. “It wasn’t as bad as what you’re facing, but it still left something heavy in me.” Shouta rubbed his chest, reflexively, “My parents weren’t ever around, always working or whatever they did at night. Sometimes, they would leave food in the fridge or money on the table, but it was never enough. I hated being in that empty house so I would wander the streets. Got into a few fights too, nothing compared to that villain, just some people who tried to jump me.” He looked down at his hands. It sounded so silly as an adult, but as a kid it deeply affected him.

“I-” Danny’s voice broke. He moved to sit next to Shouta, a comfortable distance apart. He coughed, “My parents were very similar, except they never left the house. My sister was the one who raised me, but she was only 2 years older so there wasn’t much she was able to do. I hated how much she babied me cause she was just a baby herself. She’s still like that,” he laughed but it was hollow, “They would try every once in a while. For my birthdays they would get me big gifts like a Lego set or working model rockets,” he that same look, a bittersweet sadness lost in a memory, “They stopped after I was around 13. It was like I didn’t even exist.” His eyebrows furrowed and he had a lost look in his eye, as if trying to understand them. His parents already sounded awful, but Shouta got the nasty feeling it was going to get worse. It was weird, Shouta wasn’t the best with emotions, his or others, but for some reason he wanted to reach out and comfort Danny.

“I did a lot of stupid shit to get their attention. But they would just yell and then go back to forgetting about me. On the rare occasions they were out, I would bring my friends to their little lab. They had a project they were working on that they called ‘their baby’ cause I guess we were just roommates at that point.” Danny tried to laugh but it came out more like a scoff, “I hated that thing. It had stolen all my parent’s time and then had the gall to not even work. They rather hang out with trash than us. Me and my friends were hanging out when one of us got the bright idea to try to fix it. None of us were thinking, but it sounded like a good plan. If I could somehow fix that thing, my parents wouldn’t waste all their time on it. If I broke it, well maybe they would just give up.” Danny had a look of frustration on his face with a touch of glee, as if reliving that moment. The excitement at the prospect of getting his parents back along with the cockiness of a teenager.

His face slowly fell, rubbing the palm of his hand with the Lichtenberg scar. “That didn’t happen.” His face darkened and a bitter expression twisted his youthful features, “Next thing I knew I was in the hospital. Only my sister and friends were there. You see,” he turned to Shouta, a sarcastic and frenzied smile on his lips, “somehow, I managed to fix the damn thing, so my parents were off, fussing over their favorite baby.” he sneered, then set his elbow on his knee, holding his face in his hand. He stared out at the street, his eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

Shouta hated Danny’s parents. What type of people would abandon their hurt child for some hunk of metal? The same hunk of metal that put him in the hospital. Danny’s whole story just brought up the question of what type of people they were. Not only have they neglected and put their own children at risk, but also the children of others. They could’ve very easily installed a lock or even an alarm to keep them out. Hell, the thing shouldn’t have even been in the house if it was so dangerous. They sounded more like villains than loving parents. One thing Shouta was sure of was that Danny was never going to see them again.

When Danny spoke again it was quieter, smaller, “It wasn’t until later that I learned what the thing took from me…” And that broke Shouta. He wrapped his arms around Danny, pressing the boy’s face into his chest. Danny went rigid at first, but relaxed into it, wrapping his own arms around Shouta’s back. Danny was so small despite his earlier strength. It felt like he was holding a kitten rather than a teenager.

“Why weren’t we enough for them?” his voice had completely broken, and it was clear that he was trying to hold back sobs, “We needed them and they turned away!” he pulled Shouta tighter, his fists gripping his jumpsuit. “We tried so hard to be enough for them! We behaved, we studied, we did everything to get their attention but it was never enough!” He started sobbing at this point, “My sister, she tried so hard! She was the top of the whole school, but they could barely spare her a glance! I watched as she destroyed herself studying. If she’s not good enough for them, how could I ever be?” He continued sobbing into Shouta’s chest, his tears making his shirt wet. Inside, Shouta was crying with the boy, he could even feel his eyes start to burn. He held him tighter, bringing one hand up to stroke his hair and he laid his chin on top of his head, as if to shield him from the world.

“You are enough.” He soothed, “You always have been enough.” God, how do you explain that to a child? How do you explain that it has nothing to do with you and everything to do with them? With care, that’s how.

“Your parents couldn’t see that. They don’t deserve you, if they did, they would’ve been there. Every good parent would’ve been there. You and your sister were so strong when you never should have had to, to begin with.” Danny sobbed again, hiccupping. It had probably been a while since he was able to cry, when he felt safe enough to cry.

Shouta remembered the days of being a teenager, of holding it all in and crumbling down when he was alone, until he taught himself not to cry. He had told himself that was strength and he was strong for it, but he had never been so weak. Hizashi had truly saved his life. Without him or Nemuri and Oboro, Shouta was sure he wouldn’t be here now. He would’ve exploded with everything else inside him. Shouta wants to be that for Danny. To show him that he’s safe and won’t ever be unloved or abused like that again.

Danny kept crying into Shouta’s chest and Shouta let him, staying and holding him until he was able to get it all out.

It was starting to get dark, the summer sun in the sky going to bed early under a blanket of clouds. It will be a cold night, it might even rain. The rest of the people on the street were thinking similarly and had all moved to go back into their warm homes. An overwhelming peaceful feeling settled into Shouta's chest, one he hadn’t felt for a while. He thinks Danny was the reason for it. The boy had stopped crying, and now leaned against him, using his shoulder as a pillow. Like before, neither of them commented on it. It had felt so natural that to call it out would be like disturbing a forest.

Danny had glazed over eyes. They were red and puffy from crying too much. They also had a look of tiredness, the eyes of someone too stubborn to let sleep in. Crying takes a lot out of someone, no matter their age. Teenagers get so egotistical when they’re really just tall children (adults too).

Shouta checked his phone again. It had been almost an hour since he said he would be back soon and Hizashi was freaking out. Maybe he should tell him of his little surprise, a child is not something to spring on someone. Still- Shouta thought back to their last anniversary. They had gone out of the district to the biggest karaoke bar in Japan. Shouta didn’t remember much of it, drinking to turn out Hizashi’s drunken love ballads, but somehow, Hizashi had traded the motorcycle that Shouta had just given him for a hot pink moped with cheetah print seats. They had to drive back home on that thing.

Don’t worry, I’m not dead. Be home soon.

Not soon enough!!! 😠

Too bad.

When Hizashi didn’t immediately respond Shouta texted:

Also, the takoyaki is gone.

Traitor! 😦😡

It was warm anyway.

I still would’ve eaten it 😾

I know. I just saved your life.

Is the other food still good?

Of course. I’ll be home soon so they don’t get bad. I love you.

I love you too 😙💛

But make sure you’re actually home soon cause I am hungry

👍

Danny was still leaning against Shouta and the same feeling of regret filled him as if he was about to move a cat. It would’ve been a sweet sight if the boy didn’t look like a corpse. That did help motivate him somewhat. Shouta gently patted Danny’s shoulder, not too hard or sudden to startle the boy, just enough to wake him.

Danny suddenly took a deep breath in as if he were just resuscitated and looked around for a threat. Digiorno growled from being shaken but was unable to attack either of them since he was in the carrier. That seemed to calm Danny, and he completely settled when he saw Shouta.

“Ugh, how long was I out for?” He rubbed his eyes, a yawn escaping from his mouth.

“A few minutes.” Shouta responded. So the boy was asleep. Creepy, but a useful skill. “The bus leaves in a few minutes if we want to get home soon,” Shouta stood up and stretched. His back and butt aching from the hard bench.

“Right, home.” he said the word sadly, but not as much as last time. An embarrassed look spread across his face, “Hey, uh, sorry for like, crying and stuff,” he looked away from Shouta and scratched his neck again. He had been doing that a lot today, it was probably a nervous tic.

“Don’t feel bad about it. I’m happy I was able to help, at least in some small way. Just try to remember you don’t have to take the world on by yourself, alright?” It was clear that Danny needed a lot of support, definitely counseling too. He wants the boy to feel safe talking about his feelings.

“Yeah, whatever.” Danny started to kick the gravel nearby, pretending not to listen.

“Come on,” Shouta patted him on the head again, “we have to hurry if we want to catch the bus.”

And they started walking again. Danny walked slightly behind him, his head going back and forth at every sound or looking out for danger. The kid might have been opening up to Shouta, but it was clear he was still used to being on the streets. It was good survival instincts, he wished his students were this diligent, but it made him sad that this was what Danny was used to.

Truly, it was only a few minutes away, and Danny relaxed again in the bus. He leaned against Shouta and dozed off, similarly to how he did before, holding the carrier on his lap.

Digiorno had crawled out of the flap and onto Shouta’s lap. Everyone was using him as a bed today. He purred as Shouta stroked him back and forth. Was he really going to die? He had seemed fine all day, if a bit slow. Shouta thought back to the villain fight. Digiorno didn’t run away or even move despite how scared he was. Was it a problem with his joints? Did it hurt to move? While the cat laid in his lap, Shouta looked him over. There was some loose skin where his pouch used to be, and his fur had gotten lighter. His fur also had a rougher, almost coarse texture. How come Shouta didn’t notice this before?

Cats were very close to his heart and had even saved his life. After Oboro died, he took in Sushi. He didn’t care about himself and let his needs go. One day, Sushi got sick. He rushed her to the vet clinic already crying at the prospect of losing his friend all over again. Fortunately, she was just dehydrated, but his lack of care had nearly killed her. Shouta had neglected his own needs in his grief and had almost killed her because of it. He had to learn to take care of another living thing, and in doing so, he learned he had to care for himself too.

This care extended to the stray cats, and he met Digiorno not long after. He tried to find the strays good homes, but Digiorno always ended up on the street again. Maybe he was similar to Danny in that way, thrown away not because of anything he did, but because of the cruel world around him. Looking back, Shouta quietly beat himself. If he had tried harder, would Digiorno be dying right now? There were so many cats to look after, but only if he had been slightly more diligent, this wouldn’t have happened. No, he couldn’t think like that. It was just an offhand comment from Danny. The kid was odd in a few places, but Shouta was pretty sure knowing when someone was going to die was not in his wheelhouse. The kid was too full of life to be anywhere close to death.

Still, those thoughts ate at him the whole bus ride. He should call Ms. Shuzenji to check Digiorno over, maybe even Danny. He sent a quick text to her, shaking his foot until she responded. She said she would be able to stop by in a few hours, which was better than nothing.

#danny phantom #dp #danny fenton #dp fic #dp crossover #dp x bnha #dp cross #mha #boku no hero academia #bnha

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my-rose-tinted-glasses · 3 months

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Rose Reads Love In The Big City

Part I

So as I finished reading Part I and went to look at the questions that @bengiyo provided , I felt that I couldn’t really talk about this chapter from any other place than my own experience. I usually have a hard time writing from a non personal view point which is why I don’t write that much on here. But I wanted to be part of this event and it felt disingenuous to not write from a personal place. With that said.

I moved to London when I was 24 with one of my best friends. Let’s call him P. We shared a flat for almost 4 years. And our lives were not that different from Young and Jaehee. The major difference here was that I was single for all that time and didn’t sleep with anyone. I was ace but didn’t call it that at the time.

But I saw a lot of ourselves in this chapter. When we weren’t working and he wasn’t getting laid, we would spend most of our time together. We would talk about the boy du jour, and why I hated him, except when I didn’t and in that case P was the one that didn’t like him. We would visit gay clubs after work and I was drunk by 8pm and by that time, he had a companion for the rest of the night so I would go home. Of course I would wake up at some point when he staggered back home alone or not. If alone we would talk about the night, and if not alone I would save the conversations till morning. Except for the few times when I was actually still awake and would quickly be put in charge of brewing coffee and providing food to soak up all the alcohol.

This went on for almost 4 years. He had some longer relationships, and by that I mean, maybe six months, and I abstained from all that. Although in the beginning P was relentless about my need to meet someone and get laid, eventually he got the message that that wasn’t me.

We also smoked way too much, drank way too much and I had way too much fun with his sex life. I got very familiar with the local clinic where he would get tested and got to laugh about his poor life choices when something didn’t go well.

One of the my clearest memories of that time was one time where he had a boyfriend, going on like 3 months, the one I liked and apparently he didn’t, and he brought another guy home, and after he left, I was being a judgemental bitch just has P gets a message from a former hook up saying he needs to get tested. My immediate reply was – instant karma. Obviously every time I made a joke about him being a slut I could always expect one in return asking when would I join the convent.

All this to say I saw a lot of myself and P in Part I. However, I ended up relating more to Young than to Jaehee which is interesting but makes perfect sense.

So now for the questions. I don’t think I can answer one at a time so I’ll just go through questions 1, 3 and 4 for now.

Well most things stuck out to me just because I could so clearly picture it in my head almost as a memory. The whole dynamic felt very familiar to me. Just like Young and Jaehee, we were each other’s home. The one we always returned too.

I read the fight the same way as the author did in a way. I saw it as a betrayal. But I don’t think it was about outing him, as he himself is not sure about that. It was the first time that Jaehee put someone else before Young. She told the fiancé the truth, because in that moment he was more important than Young. And that was what felt like a betrayal. Because although they shared their bodies with a number of different people, and even momentary feelings, emotionally Young had an expectation that he came first.

And now tying it with the fourth question. Me and P never had any sort of problems regarding optics. Perhaps this is a cultural nuance that I miss.

But as I was reading it, I kept waiting for the break. For when one of them was no longer happy with this arrangement. This is not to say that there needs to be a break. But in my experience, there was a break. First in the form of long distance when I returned home. We would talk everyday and have video chats more than once a week at first. Eventually the distance in geography translated into a distance in the relationship. However whenever he came back home and we were together there was still a semblance of what we shared before.

But eventually the real break came in the form of a new relationship. Eventually he met someone, and now they’ve been together for years and that person and I never really got along. There was no hostility and it’s not that I didn’t like him. We just didn’t mesh.

After they’d been together for a while, he started having a problem with our relationship. Mostly with the fact that I was an influence in his life, and for some reason he thought that meant that his influence was diminished. And apparently I was a bad influence. I will not speak to that because it really doesn’t matter.

So P made a choice. And he chose his boyfriend. I haven’t talked to P in almost two years. Because as much as we wanted to believe that our relationship was important, and bro’s before hoes and all that crap, the reality is that in this amatonormativity we live in, there really isn’t any space for that. Sharing your life with someone that doesn’t involve romance has an expiration date. And more often than not, eventually you will find a “real” partner and that will not leave space for anyone else.

And the thing is normally this would happen just like in the novel. I, the woman, would be the one that would “move on”, perhaps get married and have no space for any other significant relationship in my life.

Because it’s what’s expected. Eventually you will find your “actual” person and be normal. Move in together, get married and whatever you had with someone else was youth inspired and not for the long haul. Because who would be happy with that? I mean, Jaehee certainly didn’t seem like she was ready to get married any time soon, and although I can only guess at some of the pressures she was feeling in the context of her culture, it’s not like that doesn’t translate to my own.

Me and P never had anyone look at us weird because of our closeness. Not my family or his, or any of our friends. The only person that had a problem with that was his last partner. And of course P made the natural choice. Because let’s be real. At the end of the day, who would actually choose a friend over a relationship? I mean, I would but I’m not what anyone would call “normal” and that is just one of the many reasons why.

I don’t know what’s gonna happen with Young and Jaehee. I haven’t read past the first part. I hope they find their way to each other. But that ending – “that Jaehee didn’t live here anymore” hit me like a ton of bricks.

Thanks to @twig-tea for being my editor.

#litbc book club #love in the big city #korean bl #rose reads

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watercolourferns · 1 year

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Julian Modern AU HC's

Why? Because I'm having a crisis and need comfort food and I'm too broke to buy snacks so headcanons it is...

They're mixed but lean a lot towards a haunted house. Mention of steamy times but no description.

He likes Doc Martens. Why? Well, for one they are nonslip, which means he can wear them to work at the hospital and to his gigs at the bar without a problem. But most important, they are unisex so he can buy all the flowery pairs his heart wants and they actually fit his long-ass feet. They're also good for ankle support!

He has a treasure chest in his office, it's full of cheap plastic toys. If a kid is having a particularly trying appointment he will let them choose a toy from the chest afterwards while he's speaking to the parent(s). He will say something cheesy and sweet like: "You've been a brave pirate, you have won a piece of the treasure!" ...He sometimes lets them take two.

Once he had saved enough money he bought a house like his older coworkers told him to because it would be a good investment... a huge, old Queen Anne fixer upper. Queue to his coworkers facepalm. But he doesn't care, he's happy with it and he has plans for it: round room will be a seance room, basement will be a workshop, attic will have e telescope... He asks you for help to choose wallpapers. "I want it to be as close to original as possible. Want to go with me to find records of the house? Maybe they have pictures!"

He takes a lot of inspiration from Christine McConell, choosing a wine, black and silver colour palette for the common rooms, asking for help making his own wallpaper based and the research you two made. He goes to antique shops and estate sales to buy decorative cushions and throws which he has professionally cleaned for use. He does buy all new linen and towels, though he has much of it made to match the style.

You keep him company while the repairs and decorations are being made because he's SURE he saw a couple shadows once or twice. You haven't really felt anything, but then again you haven't really been inside the house as he refuses to go in unless the whole crew of workers is inside, too. You don't want to be pulled into his paranoia, he's known to suggest himself into bouts of fear when it comes to supernatural things, but you swear to yourself you saw something out of the corner of your eye peeking out of the top floor window.

Once the house is finally repaired he decides to move in. Yes, it's like half an hour away from the city and his hospital and it could have ghosts in it, but that's what bikes are for eh? And maybe, just maybe he was just nervous and saw things because of his anxiety, he wasn't sure if the house was livable after all and he was anxious about the repairs not going well even though they were more superficial than he thought, most of the bedrooms not needing anything but wallpaper changes and deep cleaning...

First night he spends there, though? He calls you in hysterics. "I-I-I-I-" you give him a second to try and speak and he finally blurts out between squeaks of fear: "SAW SOMETHING CREEPING INTO MY BEDROOM CAN YOU PLEASE COME AND STAY OVER?! MALAK AND BRUNDLE REFUSE TO STAY INSIDE!!"

Once you're in there you do get a sense that there's something else besides you two, but you reassure him he's safe and alright and that you will protect him. You suggest having a sleepover party in the living room, where the energy is less dense, and that once he's at work tomorrow you will cleanse the house for him. He accepts and you have a jolly (and maybe steamy?) time with snacks, funny stories, maybe even videogames, finally falling asleep snuggled up in the pull out couch.

He was right, there's something in the main bedroom, which is his. But it's nothing a good incense cleansing and a sound talking to it wouldn't fix. You do just that and text him a picture of his bedroom and you. "All clean now!" He texts back that he's happy about that, but that he probably will stay in his office for a couple of nights, just to feel safe again.

.... and that's how you came to live with him. It was in the plans, but it looked like a distant future when you had spoken about it... And now you were there, all your belongings packed in a u-haul, driving towards his house. He greets you with open arms into one of his all enveloping hugs and shows you to your bedroom... even though both of you know that's just gonna be the place you keep your clothes in because they won't fit in his closet...

He's so grateful you're there, it takes off the edge of the not-so-oppressive-anymore feeling around some places in the house, and since you're there the shadows haven't come to bother him at night. He calls you his shield and that makes you chuckle.

He had the sense of installing a modern stove additional to the wood stove already in the house, so you're in charge of breakfasts. Chocolate chip pancakes, puddings, oatmeal, crepes, sunny side ups... this man seems to eat it all! He's secretly grateful he doesn't have to eat take out or burnt food anymore. He's...not the best cook and now thanks to you, his beloved, he even can take lunch to work! Everyone at work comments on how much healthier he looks now, too, and he's happy to show you and your cooking skills off. "They're a genius!!" You blush, but can't help feeling proud of your skills, too. He just does that to you.

After a couple of months you're finally tired of the dramatics the shadows have been pulling on and off, so you sit at the seance room with a board and your cards and he goes into hysterics again. No, don't do this, why is this happening, you can't have a seance, yaddah yaddah. But you try to put him at ease, explain to him how this could help. "Why do you have a seance room if we can't use it for that??" you finally ask. "It's for the aesthetics, my dear!" he answers, and that makes you chuckle. You give him a protection charm and gently sit him down with Portia, who's always down for mischief and visits you often, explain the dynamics of the activity and reassure him he's safe with you and his sister there.

The seance goes better than expected but it doesn't make it any easier on him... since now you know there's a small family cemetery in the backyard. "Okay, that does it, I'm selling this place!" he blurts out, shaking like a leaf. Slowly and gently you reassure him that it's okay, that they just wanted to be known, have their markers and their names back, and that you will take care of it... he calms down a bit but remains skeptical they will leave y'all alone.

But it works!! You have tombstones made with names, dates, loving words like "beloved husband" and "cherished daughter" and "treasured wife", you have them placed where the ghosts told you their graves were... and as if by magic the activity stops! You might see a soft white figure of a girl playing in the library or the outline of a man working in the back yard while a woman sips tea and reads a book in the porch, but besides these echoes from the past the activity has stopped... He doesn't know how you did it, but he buys you a whole new book series you had coveted for some time now in thanks.

The house still has it's reputation, and so every Halloween kids ask for tours of the house, for him and you to tell the story of it, to talk about the ghosts. At first he's reluctant to bring it up because... we... ghosts... He's scared he'll call them back. But once you explain what really happened, he's more at ease with it and finally accepts to open the house to tours during October, giving out candy, letting the kids use the telescope as well, ending with a big Halloween party on the 31st where the kids, their parents, and you all have fun with classic games, cake, snacks, and more candy. Yes, his coworkers were right, it was a good investment to buy this house...

#julian devorak #julian the arcana #julian devorak headcanons #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #modern au #the arcana modern au

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forestshadow-wolf · 8 months

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[Long Post] the rewritten zombie au post (part 1)

Tav Journal - Alpha

Sanity log 1:

Something happened a few days ago, we're not sure what to call it yet. People have gone mad, it's a miracle that all four of us made it off base alive. To be honest I'm not even really sure what went down. That's why im even starting this, so I can keep it all in order. I think I'd much prefer a verbal log, but with the way things have gone I think this is more logical since devices have limited storage and usually aren't water friendly. And in any case wilderness survival training in boot taught how to make string from plants, and I went down a rabit hole af few years back on how to make books from scratch, so I know how to do that. The only problem would be finding things to write with, but there's probably an easy solution.

I've never done this before, I'm not really sure where to start, but I guess the beginning would be good.

The beginning felt like ages ago to me, so I'm a bit hazy on the details. Ghost says we were in his room watching a movie (note: it might be good to start getting the others side of things too, not sure for what, but maybe it'll be useful later). And then I think we heard lots of noise, screaming maybe, or just a stampede perhaps, I know I definitely heard a gunshot. We opened the door to see what the hell was going on and ,honest to god, the halls were packed fulled than I've ever seen them, with a moving hoarde.

After that it gets much clearer. Kinda. Ghost pulled out a go bag from, I don't even know, and the knife he keeps under his bed. It was like he was prepared for something like this, he was so fast (though I suppose if you go through as much shit as he has then you learn to stay prepared, I guess). He pushed me us out the window, and then we were running into the woods. Well ghost was running to the woods, I was following ghost.

He shoved us down under the shrubbery and the just laid there for, I don't even know how long, but it must've been a quarter of the day easily. He started peaking his head up when the sun hit the tree line, at this point we still have no idea what's up with gaz and/or price. I think ghost had us wait another hour or two, until it really got dark, before we actually got up. And then we're apparently heading to the armory, remember, I'm still just following ghost at this point.

Ghost hands me one of the tac bags and tells me to load it with whatever ammo I could grab. The bags are meant to hold guns, so there's a lot of space to fill up. Honestly I hardly even looked at it all, I just started tossing stuff in. Ghost was filling up his own bag of whatever gun was compatible with the rounds I was grabbing. (Side note: the base is only allowed to keep a certain amount in the armory at a time, so I grabbed it all). He also, apparently, grabbed 2 sets of the combat knives, which he would hand later to me once we got off the base.

After that we went to the cafe, loaded up on food. I wonder if ghost knew what was actually happening or if he was working off of instinct? We got off base after that, Wandered until night fall. Wandered most of the next day as well. Ran into price and gaz as the sun was setting.

There's more to add. A lot more. Important details I skipped to get the main points down. But we're moving on early tomorrow morning, I took watch last night, so I need sleep tonight.

"Hit the hay, Johnny, we're moving gone as soon as the sun's up"

"Aye, right on it, LT. Don't get too borded without me." He gave the man a mock salute, to which he got an unimpressed look. He settled with his head on his arm and let his eyes fall shut.

If soap woke up in the morning a little earlier that price and gaz so he could cuddle with ghost... well that's neither here nor there.

"I think we're crossing the city today, so... you know... expect trouble." Ghost says quietly.

"Cans 'n' gum? Or something else?"

"Maybe pick up a bag or two. Gotta be extra careful though, I think price said he saw squatters when he was out scouting with with gaz yesterday."

"Zombies ghost. Brain eating zombies, like the dumb movies." Soap giggles.

"Fine. Zombies." Ghost humors him with an exasperated sigh at soap's antics.

#there will be more #i might put this on ao3 #it's up for debate #will probably only do it if I finish it #zombs au #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #soap' journal #el rambles #ghostsoap #soapghost #kyle gaz garrick #john price #call of duty #cod #cod mw2

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trickstarbrave · 4 months

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still trying to get back in the swing of writing....

vivi and steren arrive in skyrim. find and adopt a scrib.

included is my hc nerevar is part nord. bc idk what you want from me. vivienne is from @mulberrycafe i just like these two together a lot

Finally, after so long at sea, the ship docked in Windhelm. It was cold--frigid, even, and miserable. The Illiac bay would be warmer, but Steren really needed to get off the boat. Sleep and proper food had done wonders to help him recover, but what he really needed were some proper healing potions and food that weren’t rations. He was able to walk around without much pain after months of agony, but Dagoth Ur’s attacks were… Harder to heal naturally than other attacks, and the months of abuse were not doing his body any favors. He was afraid if they stayed for several more months on the ship his condition would start to deteriorate again, worrying Vivienne.

Besides, they could always move somewhere warmer if they needed to, years down the line. They were dunmer, after all, and very long lived…

He ignored the sinking feeling in his stomach when he realized corprus would mean he would outlive Vivienne. They would cross that bridge when they got there. Right now, Steren was still in poor physical health and Vivienne was in a delicate state mentally. Besides, would Vivienne even believe him right away? He didn’t want Vivi worrying that he went insane after so much abuse. There would be time to tell him, when they were both much more stable.

Vivienne had covered himself up for the most part; a heavy scarf covering most of his face and his hair, long clothes covering up everything else…The only thing really exposed were his eyes. Steren had agreed it was also for the better; someone might recognize him and try to ship them back, but deep down he knew it was much more likely someone would call him “Vivec”. Steren covered the red star on his forehead with a bandana just as the ship docked, and walked with him hand in hand into the city.

“... When I heard our people were living here after the Red Year,” Steren remarked, looking at the cramped living quarters, “I didn’t imagine it to be like this.”

The Grey Quarter, as it was called, was kind of a mess. The nords at the docks told them if they were looking for refuge to head there, yet it was obvious the Grey Quarter was what used to be the ‘lower class’ section of the huge, walled city. Stone buildings in disarray, frayed banners blowing in the arctic winds, sad stalls where people bought and sold goods…

For many dunmer this was probably their ‘safe’ option. There were foods and alchemical ingredients they were familiar with. A young bull netch hovered around some steps, making a soft, rhythmic tone. There were banners and urns and baskets all with house sigils and signs. People have built lives here, over the past two centuries, children running through the cramped streets and alleyways.

However, the chill sunk in through the wool clothes he was wearing making him shiver, and he knew this wouldn’t be a good place for them. Lodging at the corner club was too high, and there were few places for them to find a decent place to live, not to mention there were nords occasionally harassing the dunmer who dared to step outside the Grey Quarter on the regular.

They could grab some supplies while they were here though. Kwama eggs cost an arm and a leg, much to his disappointment, but they had familiar ingredients he could make some rudimentary potions with and a few alchemical tools, not to mention some warmer clothes for both of them. They had little gold, but it was important to get the essentials.

“I know…” Vivienne said softly, looking over it. “I’d imagined it… Different.”

“I guess Windhelm might not have been the best place to settle.” There was probably some complex history on why they settled there, but Steren didn’t know it and didn’t care to find out.

“What do you think we should do first?”

“Since we’re still traveling and short on coin…” Steren put the tools and ingredients in the bag that got swiped from his client months ago. “I think heading further south would be good. The Rift supposedly has a climate a little closer to Northern Morrowind given the Velothi mountains are nearby. Plus there should be more work rather than here in the cramped city…”

There was something off about the air of the city, something that Steren didn’t like. A weird tension in a lot of the nords they passed by. It gave him the impression something was going to happen soon, and what, he didn’t want to find out.

“I don’t want to be any closer to Morrowind then we have to be…” Vivienne’s ears tilted down, but Steren smiled reassuringly.

“It will still be very different to Morrowind and I doubt they’d make the trek just to look for us in the Rift.” Steren gave his hand a squeeze. “Besides, I’d always wanted to see the Rift some day.”

“You did?” Vivienne asked.

“Yes.” Steren answered, remembering all the stories Nerevar’s ghost would tell him as they traveled. The long walks were much less lonely after he got the ring, able to see and converse with his father. “One of my fathers was part nord.” He admitted. “He never knew his father, but he was originally from the Rift.” It wasn’t a secret at the time; many people could see it in Nerevar’s features. Yet, as time went on, that part of him was washed away from history. Instead he was Saint Moon-and-Star, hero of the dunmer, champion of the Tribunal. The masks ordinators wore looked uncannily like him but erased all the nordic features from his face, fixed in the permanent, serious gaze he gave. They never captured in any art the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled, the way everything lit up when he grinned. They never captured the furrow in his brow when he was worried, nor the tenderness in his expression when recounting fond memories.

The only thing immortalized in his legacy was war, it seemed. Not who he loved. Not his son. Not his joy. Just violence.

“Oh,” Vivienne looked away slightly. “Then we should see it--”

“If you don’t want to, we don't have to.” Steren added.

“No, we’re already here--”

“There will be plenty of time for us to visit later.” He imagined they’d be in Skyrim at least a few months; certainly enough time to make a visit to the Rift.

“I don’t know where else to go anyways.” Vivienne admitted, his hand tighter in Steren’s. Steren took note of the way his cheeks were starting to turn red from the chill of the wind, Steren reaching one gloved hand up to warm the light-grey side of his face.

“Then… We can start there. Look for some work, figure out where else you want to go…” Vivienne could pick the next place once they got their footing. “My father said the Rift was beautiful this time of year and great to camp in, so we should be able to survive roughing it out there while looking for work.” Nerevar described the trees as looking like all the most beautiful colors of fire in the chill of autumn. There was pretty good wildlife there too; easy fish to catch, deer, plenty of clear spring water to drink from, and lots of gorgeous sights.

Steren was going to continue though, when he felt something on his leg. He looked down, seeing a cold little scrib moving slowly, scratching pitifully at his leg. It was so cold the poor thing was probably having trouble moving, barely able to hiss.

“Damn pest…” A dunmer swore, ready to wack it with a broom, before Steren scooped it up with one arm. “We keep trying to get it to leave but it keeps digging through trash and begging for scraps. Don’t bother feeding it or it will never leave you alone. Can’t even roast the damn thing because it keeps escaping when we try…”

Vivienne looked at it curiously as it started to nuzzle closer to Steren for warmth. Steren felt his heart tickle; he’d often see the little things out in the wild, giving them a friendly little pet while they foraged and dug around in the ash. They were commonplace in Morrowind; with so many kwama egg mines there were inevitably wild and feral larval kwama moving about, looking for a new place to settle. Natural kwama colonies were typically deep in mountains or jagged caves hard to get to, with scribs looking for places they might eventually set up homes in as adults.

This scrib was obviously a feral one; an egg from a mine hatched outside it at some point, and not knowing what else to do, he probably went looking for any miners with the scent on them from the mines. Then he hung around the Grey Quarter in hopes of being looked after while everyone else treated him like a nuisance.

He looked at Vivienne, but already Vivienne was giggling softly, petting him.

“You want to take him?”

“He’s not welcome here, so…” Steren knew the feeling very well. That, combined with how much he missed his parents and everything else he’d been through, there was a sort of kinship with the little insect not wanted by anyone else.

“Then let’s take him.” Steren smiled warmly at Vivienne, shifting his grip slightly so the scrib could more comfortably cling to his wool tunic and keep himself warm.

#steren nerevarine #steren #vivi au #vivienne dragonborn #my writing

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embersofhope-if · 9 months

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46 with Creon, please? 👀

46: “ Can I kiss you right now? ”

Wordcount: 1.09k

I did write this for a relatively possessive Mc but other than that there aren't any trigger warnings

Escaping to the balcony does almost nothing to relieve the mounting headache that I can already tell is going to leave me sick for the rest of the night. It’s too much. The music, the shouting, the expensive perfumes that mix with the smell of the food; it’s all so nauseating.

I want to leave. I just want to go back to my room and curl up under the covers and forget where I am. I’d pretend I’m back home; warm and safe in my own bed with Hope lying next to me. I’d pretend that I have no worries, and tomorrow would be full of nothing but school and stopping by the bakery to grab some bread. I’d pretend that people back home like me more than anyone here does. It’s not true, but if I’m going to play pretend, I might as well make the daydream as nice as it can get.

I’m half tempted to just stay out here till the night is over. There are only two people in this entire city that would notice I’m gone, and I haven’t seen either of them since the night began. Uncle Keyon is probably off playing nice with some important person that I’ll never get the chance to meet, and Creon is off becoming the new politician that everyone is desperate to have a conversation with. I got a quick hello with them early in the night, but I haven’t had the chance to track them down again.

They’re constantly moving; making sure that everyone is chasing them instead of them being the one forced to chase. It seems so exhausting, but they somehow manage to make it look easy. I should be proud of them; they’re making their dreams come true, but every time I watch them smile and laugh, I feel like I’m going to choke on my jealousy.

Maybe that’s why I hate these parties so much. Every minute I’m forced to socialize with these people, I am constantly reminded that Creon Levesque will always belong to the Capitol and not me.

I hate it. I hate everything here. The only thing about the Capitol that I don’t hate is Creon and they will forever be just out of my reach. There is no world where we could ever really be with each other despite what they try to tell me, and I’m forced to be okay with that.

The fact that I can so easily be worked up over this might be what I hate the most. How am I supposed to prove to these people that I’m worth their time if I’m on the brink of tears whenever I think about Creon and me too long. Honestly, it’s incredibly embarrassing.

I have to pull myself together.

I take several breaths and lean onto the balcony trying to think about anything that isn’t the Capitol.

Ash. Hope. Calliope. Home. Creon.

Surprisingly it works. I’m able to take a deep breath without feeling like I’m drowning. The air is crisper than it is back home but it's close enough for me to pretend. I keep my eyes shut and lean farther onto the balcony as I continue to breathe; completely missing the fact that somebody has joined me.

“It’s honestly impressive just how easily you manage to vanish.”

I open my eyes abruptly, startled by the familiar voice that breaks through my thoughts. Creon stands beside me, their gaze fixated on the city lights. A weak smile tugs at my lips. “I wasn’t trying to vanish; I just needed a moment.”

Creon chuckles softly. “Well, I’m glad I found you. It’s overwhelming in there, isn’t it?”

I nod in agreement, grateful for their understanding. “Yeah, it’s a bit much.”

They lean on the railing beside me, their presence comforting. “You know, sometimes I feel the same way. All of this, it can get suffocating.”

I meet their eyes, surprised by their admission. “Really?”

Creon gives me a genuine smile. “Yeah, really. I mean I enjoy it but sometimes I get tired of everyone watching me; waiting for me to mess up.”

Their vulnerability surprises me. Creon, of all people being tired of attention really isn’t something I expected. They’ve always seemed to thrive in the spotlight. Like they were made to be looked at and listened to, but that’s what they want everyone to see isn’t it? It’s so easy to believe it even when I know that’s not who Creon truly is.

Their gaze shifts from the city lights to meet my eyes, and a fleeting emotion passes between us. “It’s all fake everybody knows it, yet we still do it anyways. I still do it anyways.”

“Why do you do all of this if you know its fake?” I ask, only realizing how rude it sounded after I said it out loud.

“Because it’s what I was made to do. It's who I am,” They respond contemplatively. They’re still staring at me and I feel like I can almost see the gears turning in their head. They want to say something else I can tell, but after a moment they shake their head apparently deciding that it wasn’t important.

We both just stand there staring at each other. Their gaze so intense I think they might be trying to memorize every feature on my face, then they take another step closer, their hand grazing mine on the railing. “Can I ask you something?”

I hold their gaze, my heart racing at the anticipation in the air. “Of course.”

A soft smile graces Creon’s lips, their voice dropping to a gentle whisper. “Can I kiss you right now?”

My heart skips a beat, and for a moment, the world seems to hold its breath. This is a distraction I can tell. Whatever they decided not to say is still racking their brain and half of me wants to stop and force them to tell me. But the other half of me is trapped in their eyes making it impossible to resist. With a mixture of nerves and excitement, I give a hesitant but eager nod.

As Creon’s lips meet mine, the world around us fades into the background. It's as if all the doubts and worries melt away in that single, electrifying moment. The touch of their lips against mine feels like the culmination of all those unspoken words. For one heavenly moment Creon Levesque is here and they are completely and totally mine.

#thanks anon!#uh this kinda got long #sorry not sorry #mc sees creons big brown eyes and forgets any type of common sense #creon isnt any better tbh #*insert that one walter white meme of him screaming in the car*#this isnt v good but its better than nothing

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juneviews · 4 months

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Hi Axelle! Big fan of your channel btw, I watch your video about IPYTM just to get mad sometimes(my resentment towards that show is astronomical).

I've always wanted to move abroad, Seoul being the goal but I want to keep my options open. I know you have several videos about living in Thailand but I'd really love to hear more about your experience. Quality of life, language barrier, weather, expenses, xenophobia, visas, housing, pests, healthcarejob opportunities basically anything! Thank you so so much🙏🏻

Hope you have a fabulous New Year 🎊♥️

hi, thank you so much it means a lot! 🥰 glad to know someone hates ipytm as much as I do lmaooo! ok so let me do it point by point!

quality of life: much higher than living in france. rent is like 4x cheaper for way newer buildings with great amenities such as a pool & a gym, I can order food every day without breaking the bank, and bkk is such a lively city there's always so many cool things to do there for not crazy expensive! I would NEVER be able to afford my lifestyle here in bkk if I was back in paris, and the hot weather also makes it so I don't suffer from seasonal depression which is HUGE!

language barrier: I'm the only foreigner I know who speaks thai, and my foreigner friends have no trouble getting around relying on english. bangkok is one of the most expat-friendly cities ever imo!

weather: the weather is extremely hot in thailand, very humid & also it rains a lot and rainy season is no joke. however I prefer this weather over the french weather bc the sunlight we get everyday no matter the season is 12 hours a day, which is huge when in paris we can go from 14 hours of sunlight in summer, to only 6 in winter. again, really helped with my seasonal depression. also, I can go to my building's pool year round lol! the heat is not for everyone, but personally I feel like I'm on vacation year round & it has done wonders for my mental health!

expenses: as I said, bangkok is much cheaper than paris. however, with thailand's economic boom in recent decades, it's not dirt cheap either like the idea many people had like 10 or 20 years ago. the biggest thing where I really save the most money is rent, but transport is actually more expensive than paris, and imported things are unbelievably expensive. still, I live a very comfortable lifestyle with 800 euros a month, whereas to live the same exact lifestyle in france I'd need like 2000 euros.

xenophobia: there is barely any xenophobia in thailand. in fact, I'd argue that there is a romanticization of foreigners here, especially white ones. however, there are a lot of barriers to being a foreigner in thailand. getting the citizenship seems relatively hard, getting a job as a foreigner is unbelievably hard since the business visa needs to be renewed every 2 months which annoys employers, if you start your business in thailand, you can only own 49% of your own business while a thai person owns the majority, etc. most of the difficulties are legal & related to immigration, but thai people don't discriminate against foreigners. however, they will always tend to see you as a tourist & will try to scam you way more than a thai person, no matter how long you live in thailand... as expressed in videos, as a foreigner, you'll never be seen as a thai citizen, even if you spend your entire life in thailand, and that sucks...

visas: they're hell. as said before, business visas are like the shortest in the world, you can't have that many tourist visas, and the only visas that are easy to obtain are study visas (bc you pay a lot), or retirement visas that last 10 YEARS (bc they pay a lot.) however, thailand seems to slowly be relaxing its visa system, so there's hope.

housing: very easy to find something cheap, I found my 2 apartments in under 2 weeks each time, whereas it'd take me months in paris for a shittier place.

pests: first apartment had lizards, new one has insects...

healthcare: no healthcare as a tourist unless you got an insurance. now that I'm a student at the most prestigious thai uni, I have a lot of free services with the related hospital & health center. I also bought my own insurance so I'm pretty much safe. still is shocking coming from a country with completely free healthcare lol.

job opportunities: finding jobs as a foreigner is AWFUL & idk how I'm gonna find one once I graduate lol, I hope my professors can help me 😅

hope that helped, & I hope you get to do everything you're setting out to do 💜 happy new year ✨️

xxx

#answers #axelle goes to thailand #thailand

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starting from zero, got nothing to lose (III)

part i part ii part iii a lil' sweet, a lil' sour -- but this chapter is sweet (and super soft) . the next one is sour (and sassy) we learn a little about where eddie is living, his favorite roommate, and a lil more about our bar gang.

power outage reference is to the big power outage that happened in the bronx december 30th, 1989. if you want to know more you can read about it here -- but you never know if this might come back later in the game. ;) cw: eddie munson x ofc, mention of AIDs and the AIDs crisis, mild violence

January 5th, 1990 Greenpoint, Brooklyn

The sun was down when Eddie stumbled into his apartment the following week, two grocery bags filled to the brim sagged in his arms.

“Dose?” he called out into the dark apartment, hip checking the door closed behind him. He used his elbow to click the light on in the hallway, shuffling to the kitchen to drop the bags.

“Dosia?” he called out, a little more concerned. He stepped back into the hallway, chains and keys clinking onto each other with each step. He turned the corner into the living room, the TV was on, but no one was on the couch. He leaned a ringed hand on the door frame of a bedroom at the end of the hall, his own across from it. The side table lamp cast a yellowed glow through the room, but no sign of –

“Excuse me, mój drogi.”

“O mój Boże!” Eddie jumped and held his hand to his chest, “Dosia, sweetheart, Halloween is over, you can’t keep doing this to me.”

A very short, very old woman, with box dyed dark auburn hair chuckled below him, “Ah, but it is so funny to watch you jump!”

“I don’t know how you do it, you get me every time,” he said, following her back to the kitchen.

“Well, you know, I have a few years on you, you learn some things,” she put her glasses on and started taking the groceries out of the bags, “Your Polish is getting better.”

“Just that one saying,” he leaned up against the wall, crossing his arms a little pink rose in his cheeks. Dosia shrugged, putting some of the produce in the fridge.

“Are you staying for dinner?” she asked.

“I wish,” he said, “I’m going back into the city. Made some new friends.”

“Gratulacje, dear.”

“I’ll take the trash out when I leave,” Eddie turned down the hall to his bedroom, “Don’t get into any trouble while I’m gone, Dose.”

Had you told Eddie in 1986 that he’d live in Greenpoint with an elderly Polish woman in three years, he would have laughed at you. But also, if you told him in 1985 that he would end up in an alternate dimension, shredding guitar, and almost getting eaten to death by demobats he also would have laughed at you. So, maybe ending up in Greenpoint wasn’t so outlandish in comparison.

When Eddie was looking for apartments and for Help Wanted ads in the paper for work, he came across Dosia. Just an old woman looking for help after her son moved to New Jersey when he got married, discounted rent, and homemade Polish food pretty regularly. Not a bad deal, all things considered. What he liked about Dosia is that the first time she saw him, she wasn’t afraid. All she said was, “Please do not play your music during my shows, they are very important to me, thank you.”

They became fast friends. In good weather they’d play cards on the stoop, go on walks, or go sit in a park and feed birds. She didn’t make a sour face when he’d practice guitar, she’d just nod and smile (and sometimes if she was very into it, she’d clap). Dosia called him her second son, and honestly, it was the most love he’d felt in years. He didn’t mind running errands for her or taking her to appointments. He liked caring for someone, and god did she like caring for him.

His first Christmas with her was the first Christmas since he was a kid that he even got a present. Her son helped her find it, and it was so simple, but even just thinking that he might need a guitar repair kit made him tear up. (And the orange sweater he’d never wear but kept folded in the top drawer of his dresser to make her happy.)

“You wear too much black, you have autumn features mój drogi, wear something different,” she begged him. But even still, she offered to bring it to someone to get it dyed if he really wanted her to. Eddie wouldn’t dream of it.

He closed his bedroom door behind him, hearing Dose hum to herself while she got to work in the kitchen. It was…neat- ish. The room was a little bigger than his bedroom in Wayne’s trailer, with a small closet. It was decorated with much of the same, posters littered the walls, stacks of Heavy Metal Magazine on his bedside table. Miss Kitty and her little sister Lucy, a black and white Charvel he bought for himself for his birthday, were displayed proudly on the wall above his bed.

He gave himself a once over in the mirror in the corner, and normally he wouldn’t care but he felt compelled to look good at Skid tonight. Eddie kicked off his Reeboks and slid into a pair of beat up Docs he stole from the locker rooms at Gleason’s. He figured if one of the guys left them there, they probably didn’t care too much about them. He pulled off his jacket and shirt, rummaged through his drawers for something clean and wrenched out an old Motorhead tee. Once he put everything back on, he looked back in the mirror and shook out his hair.

“Whatever, it’ll do,” he said to his reflection. Eddie reached to the top of his dresser and gave himself a spritz of the nearly empty Drakkar Noir bottle sitting on the edge of it, another Gleason’s lost and found exclusive. He grabbed his leather satchel and hurried to the kitchen, gave Dosia a kiss on the cheek took out the trash (which he almost forgot), and headed to the train to make it back to the city.

Eddie arrived at Skid with a bang, Tony was wailing on a guy outside while Rhonda pulled another man out the door by the belt loops. From the looks of this guy's face, he definitely was on the receiving end of one of her mean upper cuts. After a final punch, Tony got up and greeted Eddie with a warm smile.

“How’s it goin’ man? Happy New Year!” he said, putting a hulking arm around him and guiding him inside. Ed looked over his shoulder and watched Ron throw the other guy onto the sidewalk and kick him hard in the side.

“You can’t just leave her out there,” Eddie said looking back at Rhonda while they went through the door.

“I am never worried about Rhonda kicking someone’s ass,” he said, getting behind the bar, he gestured to one of the open stools for Ed to sit at, “Especially not some fuckin’ Nazi.”

He nodded at Tony and took a seat. The bar was fairly empty aside from a couple of guys and their guitars over in the corner he sat at last week.

“You get guys like that in here a lot?” he asked, his eyes flitting to the door hearing Rhonda’s muffled shouts.

“They’re normally from out of town, think it's some punk bar that lets guys like that in. Hate when it happens so close to opening though, fucks up the whole night's energy,” Tone explained, “When Ron’s here I let her take care of it, helps get her rage out.”

Eddie let out a small snicker, his attention snapping to the door as it opened and Rhonda stomping inside. She looked him over, red lips parting and then closing while she did, and her eyes fell on his boots.

“Hey, clown,” she said flatly, and got behind the bar, washing her hands in one of the small sinks at the end. Eddie wished he never changed his shoes, “Where were you this week?”

“Did you miss me?” he asked, resting his chin in his hands and tilting his head to the side.

She rolled her eyes, “You come in on a busy Friday night, mess up my flow, get me in trouble, and you want to know if I missed you?”

“I already know,” he said with a smile, “Tony told me at the gym that you asked where I was on New Year’s Eve.” And I literally haven’t stopped thinking about that conversation since then, he thought to himself.

“So I could avoid you,” she said.

“Sure,” he smirked, “No, after that big power outage on Saturday it was kind of hard getting in and out of Brooklyn so I just stayed over there until things got worked out.”

“Oh, yeah that was a shitty night,” she recalled, “We couldn’t even open. Can I get you a beer or something?”

“Could I actually…get a martini?” he asked, “Dirty.”

“How dirty do you like it?” Rhonda asked while reaching for a bottle of Tanqueray.

“Filthy,” he replied. She got to work in front of him, still wearing her battle vest but swapped the jeans for disco pants. He let his eyes linger on her when she turned around to grab something else, the way she filled those pants out was a crime.

“I didn’t miss you,” she put the glass in front of him, “Pretty let down I didn’t scare you away though, I’m pretty good at getting creeps out of the bar.”

“I saw,” he said, taking a sip of his drink, “Why don’t you ever come to Gleason’s and train?”

“Tony goes to Gleason’s to train, and look at girls, and see you,” she said, “I don’t go to Gleason’s because I have better things to do than watch losers with 'roid rage pretend to fight. My girlfriend Hannah goes there though, on Tuesdays and Thursdays. You know her? Hannah Lester?”

Eddie choked on his martini, he knew Hannah Lester very well.

“Nope, doesn’t ring a bell,” he lied, looking into his drink.

“Hm,” she gave him a semi-suspicious look but shook it off quickly, “So what did you do on New Years?”

“Worked,” he said, “Rang things in with my roommate and uh, then went out to a bar nearby. Welcome to the Nineties, I guess. I take it you worked too?”

“I didn’t, actually,” she said, “I came here after but I spent some time at Roosevelt. Lot of those patients don’t have anyone doing holidays with them, so I wanted to help put something together.”

“What patients?” he asked.

“Oh, Roosevelt hospital, in the AIDs ward,” she said while wiping down glasses in the sink, not making eye contact with him, “I’m not a nurse or anything, I just volunteer there on my days off and in the mornings when I can. Like, being a candy striper but for emotional support and ice water.”

There was a moment of silence and Eddie could tell she seemed nervous, “I think that’s really cool.”

Relief poured over her body at the affirmation, “Thanks for saying that, after the whole ‘Stop the Church’ stuff at St. Patrick's, everyone's been kind of on edge.”

“I don’t think you’re running into a lot of Catholics here,” he muttered while taking another sip of his drink, “But – if it makes you feel better talking to me about it, the last time I got arrested was at the Wall Street rally.”

Rhonda broke out in a smile and met his stare, “Me too.”

“Cheers to that,” he said, raising his glass to her, “Tony was right, you are a bleeding heart.”

“Tone never knows what he’s talking about,” Rhonda retorted, “Like, ever.”

“I’m like, four feet away from you Ron,” Tony said on the other end of the bar, “If you’re gonna say some wrong and dumb shit, at least do it quietly.”

Rhonda laughed and leaned on the bar on her forearms like how she did the first time they talked.

“Tone never knows what he’s talking about,” she whispered.

“I think he does, and you’re only actually mean and scary at the bar,” Eddie whispered back, giving her a knowing look from under his bangs.

“I think, if you wanna stay another minute at Skid, you’ll stop agreeing with Tony before I knock all your teeth out of your mouth,” she whispered again. She stood back up and returned to drying off glasses, back to her regular tone “And they’re good teeth, too.”

He put a hand to his heart, “A threat and a compliment? You’re really going soft on us. Do you want me to go find that guy from outside?" Eddie gestured to the door with his thumb, "You can tell him how much you liked his jacket.”

“Tone, when can I finally kick this clown out of here?” she asked over her shoulder.

“Oh c’mon, Ron,” Tony teased, “You were just asking where he was last week!”

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The Lost Pearl Part 8

Viking!Sy x reader

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7,

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TW: some angst and fluff

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You woke up to your eyes feeling puffy and raw. Your head was pounding and your body exhausted. Your hair was still tightly pulled back. You could not bring yourself to unbind it. It had been a couple of days since Rosamund had gotten hurt. She still was pale and her body seemingly got smaller every day. She had not woken up yet and you started to lose hope. Cella stayed with her during the day as much as she cut while Syverson had taken to sleeping in the chair next to Rosamund’s bed. You would sit with her every time Cella had to do chores. You would move her legs and arms, recleaning and binding her wounds, and then read to her. Hoping the story was so interesting that she would wake up and look at you with her big green eyes wanting to know what happened next. But she did not. Sometimes at night when you could not sleep you would sneak into her room sitting on her bed watching her. You kept your hair back not unbinding it even for sleep. Beren would come once in the morning and once in the evening to check on her. Yet he could not say much. We needed her to wake up, this was the most important thing. She had already lost a lot of weight. Syverson seemed more frustrated with everything and his advisers tried to leave him alone as much as possible. You had not spoken to him and did not dare to seek out his company.

You got up, quickly dressed, and made your way to Rosamund’s room. Cella hat to start her chores. But when you entered it was not Cella’s small smile that greeted you. It was the back of Syverson’s head. His arms resting on his knees. You were about to leave again when he spoke. “Stay. It does her good you being here.” He looked at you, dark circles under his eyes. You stepped slowly toward him. His beard was more unkempt than before and his clothing wrinkled, carelessly pulled on. You stepped up to the bed next to Syverson's chair. You did not know what to say to take his pain away. “She always ran off exploring, running around seeing wondering.” Syverson breathed in deeply his words coming out choked. “I should have protected her, send guards with her. But I wanted to give her the freedom and the feeling of safety that inside these walls nothing will happen to her.” You closed your eyes an ache in your chest. You could not soothe his pain but you laid an arm around his shoulders. He bowed his head, silent tears falling down his face. He clung to you pulling you closer towards him, his face buried in your chest, his arms surrounding your waist. You held him tightly while sobs racked his body. A single tear falls down your face. You started to softly sing quietly as if you were whispering. You sang about the story of Imon he was a man wandering the world in the dark ages, where nature like you knew now was non-existent. No woods, seas, or people. It is said he was one of the 5 original people. He dwelled in the midlands no one knew where it was, but many believed it was the City of Stones, due to its beauty. Imon came back to his family camp and found his father, mother, and sisters all dead. Killed by the dark creatures wandering in the shadows of the dark age. He wept and cried wandering the earth for many years. Hopeless, no home, no family. He was utterly alone. He fell to his knees begging for the creatures of shadows to take him, calling out for his father, mother, and sisters. The moon took pity on him, crying a tear. Out of it came a star. The star guided the man to a piece of land where the grass was green and the soil rich. He started building a home there. The star watched the man work, building different homes and trying to grow food to help other wandering people. She thought him a good man, a handsome man. But the star saw that he was still alone, saddened by this and her desire to be close to him, the star fell. She collided with the earth and the man ran to her, nature was growing around her body expanding more and more, like the green grass he had built his home on. Soon the entire earth was covered. He took her to his home and cared for her. He called her Lily, like the only flower he had ever seen. They both fell in love and soon welcomed their first child. With the earth being rich in nature and food more and more people survived and settled down. Soon small tribes started to exist. It is said that everyone originated from one of these tribes. But when she bore her third child the child was too sick and small. Lily cried for her daughter. Still covered in blood from birth and in pain, she walked to the place she fell and collided with the earth. Wishing for her mother the moon to take her back. But instead, where she fell she found a flower. It was black, sparkling silver only in the moonlight. She picked up the flower and went home. She brewed a tea out of it, it had a blue hue to it. She gave it to her daughter and once she drank it the child started to cry, her bones grew stronger and her heart strengthened. They named her Luna and her husband named the flower Moonlight after his daughter luna and the light of his life his wife. You stopped short, gasping for air. You pushed Syverson away taking his face in your hand. “Moonlight. Of course.” You ran out of the room, finishing the song did not matter. You ran to the wall, sprinting up the stairs as quickly as you could. You ignored the man rebuilding the parts of the wall. You pushed them away from the stone. You frantically looked at the stone trying to find what you had seen before. There in the shadow of a producing piece of rock was a black flower. You calmed your breathing down. You would only get one try. You could not destroy it. You climbed over the wall. The guards around you beg you to come back over again. One was sent to get Syverson. But you ignored everything. You held onto a rock with your right hand, stepping on a small ledge with both your feet, then let go of the wood wall completely. You shuffled along the wall slipping once in a while. Your pulse was racing, and your hands were sweaty. You were so close. Reaching out your hand you could almost get to it just a bit more. Syverson’s booming voice startled you for a moment. He had climbed over the wall too. You thought the guards would have a heart attack, lets's just hope Cella is not around to do the same or some might faint. He was almost by you, you could not let him take you back you needed the flower. You tried reaching for it again but it was too high up. “What in the Gods names are you doing?” Hissed Syverson. “Do you think you can give me a small boost?” “What? Y/N stop it right now. I don’t want you to end up like Rosamund, do you?” You turned to him, his eyes were wide, and his blue eyes seemed darker than normal. “Trust me. Do you not trust me?” He closed his eyes for a second, he looked at your eyes he had become so fond of. He gave you a nod. “You need to lift me a couple of inches.” He looked up trying to see what you were reaching for but he could not. He turned to you shuffling closer. “I will bend my knees you will put your foot on my thigh, and then just like we practiced before with the horse you will push yourself off the ground as hard as you can. Syverson had turned around pushing his back into the stone wall. He bent his knees holding you around the waist. You nodded to him and he started counting. “One, two, push.” You stood on his thighs, trying to keep balance. “I got you just do whatever you gotta do.”You concentrated on reaching the flower, plucking it carefully from the wall. “You will have to jump between my legs. Don’t worry I will hold you to me.” “I am not worried. I trust you.” You put the flower in your cleavage securing it between your breasts. You put both hands on each of Syverson’s shoulders and slid down between his legs. He kept his promise, keeping you close to him. You looked each other in the eyes, the last time you both were this close was when you helped him with his papers. “Can we go over the wall now again?” He asked in an almost amused voice. You could only nod. Syverson let you in front of him but stayed close in case you slipped. Once you were over the wall again you turned to the guards. “You go tell the cook to heat up water. And you go tell Beren to come to Rosamund’s chambers we will need him.” You turned to Syverson “Come with me.” He followed you his eyebrows furrowed. “What the hell is going on Y/N?” You did not answer him just mumbled “no time.” Once you were almost in Rosamund’s chambers he grabbed your arm turning you around. “Y/N tell me at once what the hell that was back then.” You reached into your cleavage pulling out a black flower. “One question, you can see this right?” He looked still confused. “Yes, yes of course I can.” “Earlier when we were at the wall and I pointed at something you could not see it?” He shook his head. You smiled at him. “I think this is Moonlight.” Syverson let out a groan. His fingers pinch the bridge of his nose. “For Fucks sake Y/N. Moonlight are you serious? This is just a fairytale something we tell children.” You shook your head no. “No, it is not. I know it is not. I mean you could not see it earlier because it can only be seen by women in pain. Once I picked it you saw it.” “Or I was a bit busy trying not to fall off a cliff instead of looking at a stupid flower.” You tried again but Syverson was not having it. “Enough,” he yelled. You were shocked. “You have done more than enough, don’t you think?” You stepped back as if he had slapped you. He looked to the side trying to get his anger under control. “I have a meeting.” He walked away but before he could go too far you called after him. “Rosamund would have faith.” Syverson did not turn around after a moment he kept walking. You looked at the black flower starting to doubt yourself. Beren walked around the corner he looked at you in concern. “Has she woken?” You shook your head no. He looked at your hands and gasped. His eyes showed bewilderment. “Where did you get this child?” “I thought I saw it when Rosamund and I were at the wall but I had forgotten all about it when Rosamund got injured.” You both looked at each other for a couple of seconds. “You know what this is right?” He just nodded. “I already called for some hot water. Do you think it will save her?” “It just might, if she is still alive until we can give it to her.” It was your turn to frown. “It can only be made into tea under the moonlight when it turns silver.” You would have to wait for hours, and even then there was no guarantee that the moon was not covered by clouds. Syverson had barricaded himself in his study yelling at everyone who disturbed him. You sat next to Rosamund holding Moonlight in your hand waiting for the sun to finally go down. “You just need to hold on a bit longer. Just a bit more, please. I know you are strong, a fighter like your family. As soon as you are well we will all go riding again and don’t forget I promised to teach you how to swim and I intend on keeping that promise.” The door creaked open and Cella came in with something to eat. “Here you have not eaten yet.” You forced yourself to take some bites but then put the tray aside. You had no appetite, not since Rosamund's accident. “Ocre told me what happened.” You nodded. “And my brother's yelling can be heard throughout Warhorse.” You nodded again still looking at Rosamund. “Is it true then?” She stepped closer. “You found Moonlight?” She reached for the flower in your hand but you instinctively held it further away from her as if you were trying to protect it. You looked at her in apology. Cella sat on the bed breathing in deeply. “What now?” “We need to wait until the moon rises then we need to brew it under the moonlight into a tea. She will have to drink it. And then-” You swallowed hard. “Then everything will be okay again,” you said softly. “You know I never saw her connect with someone the way you two did. She was always a shy kid when it came to talking to people but somehow not with you.” You thought back on the first time you talked with her and how timid she seemed at first. “She was always wild running around wanting to know everything. More than we could teach her. But she was never good at making friends.” You did not understand how someone would not want to be friends with Rosamund. She was such a wonderful child. Brave, smart, strong, funny, sweet, you could go on. “It does her good you being here.” You snorted, very unladylike. “Yes, and see where it got her.” “Y/N,” Cella sight, “I told you even without you she could have ended up here. She went to that place far too often.” You looked at your hands, wringing them. “Tell that to your brother,” you mumbled. She got up and walked to you laying an arm around you. “He was angry, and probably scared by what you did. He tends to show that he cares by being angry instead of just saying it. But I know he does not blame you either.” You did not believe her. You wished you did but the hurt you had felt at what he said was still burning in your chest. You began to doubt yourself. What if it truly was just a fairytale and it would not work? Were you fooling yourself and others into hoping? You could not help but let Syverson's words get to you. Cella and you sat in silence until the sun started to go down. Beren came into the room. “It is time.” You both got up. Walking out of Warhorse and further up the mountain. You both carried arms full of firewood. Beren had a pot with water in his hands. Cella started the fire and you pulled out the flower from your cleavage looking at it. The moon was rising higher. You turned to it, begging it silently to give life to little Firefly, and if she demanded a sacrifice instead then you begged she take your life. You were so busy praying to the moon spirit to notice the dark figure making its way up the hill. “Brother?” You turned your head so quickly that something cracked. “What are you doing here?” Cella asked. Syverson had made his stand firmly known but here he was in a brown leather coat, a white tunic, and brown trousers. “Having faith.” He looked directly at you while saying it. You gave him a small smile and he nodded stepping closer to the fire. He stacked some more wood on it, making it higher. The water was slowly heating. “What now?” He asked Beren. “We need to wait for the water to boil, then the Princess will take the flower and hold it in the moonlight until it sparkles silver then we will brew it into tea and fill it into a cup bringing it to Rosamund.” Syverson nodded. For a while you all were silent until the water started to bubble slowly, you turned looking at the moon again. Some clouds were gathering but the moon still shone brightly. You hardly dared to breathe. You would only be able to breathe again when Rosamund would open her eyes. A hand on your shoulder grounded you in the present again. “It is time,” Beren whispered. Your hands shook, sending one last prayer you held the flower up. You waited but nothing happened. Suddenly a spark appeared then one more and more. The flower began to shine silver. Tears gathered at your eyes, a huff of breath leaving your body. You turned to the others. All were watching you with wide eyes. It looked like the moon was illuminating not only the flower but also you. Beren urged you to the boiling water. Your hand was still shaking. At once a big warm one covered yours. You looked up at Syverson, he gave your hand a squeeze. You both looked at each other portraying all your hopes and fears through your eyes, letting each other fully see one another for the first time. You both turned to the water again “One,” you whispered. “Two,” he whispered. Three you both said silently letting the flower go. You watched it slowly fall into the water. It sank down to the bottom only a blurred shine could still be seen. The water slowly stopped boiling and a blue hue settled in. The silver was completely gone. You looked at Beren for guidance. He stepped up pulling a mug out of his coat pocket. Syverson took it from him filling it with the tea. You carefully made your way down the hill entering through the secret garden you thought only you visited and entered the building. Syverson's grip was tight on the mug, he was trying to control his breathing but you saw the tension. You all stopped in front of the door. Each of you sending one more prayer. You entered the gathering around Rosamund. Cella lifted her head slightly opening her mouth. Syverson purred the tea into her mouth. You watched in anticipation time seemed to have halted. Rosamund’s chest rose in a deep breath. And at once her eyes sprung open. A gasp went through the room. “Rosamund? Rosamund?” Syverson kneeled next to her holding her hand. She turned to him. “Is it truly you? Are you truly awake?” She looked around the room in confusion. Beren sidestepped you putting a hand on Syverson's shoulder. “Give her a moment.” Rosamund looked at you “Y/N?” “I am here little Firefly.” “Why am I in my bed?” You looked at Syverson, asking for help. “You had an accident but you are going to be okay.” He said. The rumbling of Rosamund's stomach caught all of you off guard. She began to giggle, and Syverson laughed loudly. It was infectious and so you Cella and even Beren joined in. “I will inform the cook to make something for the Little Lady.” Beren walked to the door but you halted him. “No, please I will go.” You leaned into him. “Stay with her in case something happens, and check her over please.” You walked out of the room, your hand pressed against your stomach and your heart racing but this time in happiness. You were so relieved it made you almost dizzy. You blinked hot tears away, you really needed to start getting your emotions under control again. Syverson had turned to see you go. He had been so angry with you earlier not wanting to have hope. If he had it and it was snatched from him he feared it would destroy him. He had hunched over his papers trying to work but all he could see were your notes and something tight settled into his chest. He was so conflicted and he did not know why. He had not noticed the sun going down but with the first moonlight, he remembered your words. He sprang up grabbed his coat and walked up the hill. Syverson continued to caress Rosamund's hand. Beren was checking her over, her head injury was as good as gone a small scar was left. It must have been the power of the flower. It had been a nasty open wound just an hour ago. He pulled up her tunic inspecting the place where she was pierced by the wood. It was almost healed, only a long scratch was still there. Cella explained to Rosamund what had happened. Tears filled her eyes. “I am sorry. I just wanted to show Y/N/N the flowers there.” “Hush little one,” Syverson said. He climbed onto the bed pulling her in his arms. “No one could have foreseen it. The wood was rotten, it is not your fault. But next time if you want to explore tell me beforehand and take a guard with you.” She buried her face into Syverson’s chest. “Okay, Sy-Sy.” You came back with a bowl of soup. Syverson helped her sit up and put the tray on her lap. Beren had gone instructing Rosamund to rest after eating. No excitement. He would come by tomorrow but if something was the matter they should come to get him. You sat a bit further away watching Cella and Syverson sitting on each side of Rosamund. After she had eaten she quickly fell asleep again her body still weak. Cella and Syverson soon followed. You smiled at the sweet family. They truly cared for each other. It made you wonder if your brothers would do the same for you. It saddened you that you did not know the answer to that. You never realized just how distant your family was and all the others in court. Your people called the Woodland primitive but the more you saw of them the more you thought your people were the primitive. Like the people from the dark age, wandering around lost without tribes. The people here truly were a tribe caring for each other no matter if you were family or not. You put one more piece of wood into the fire and covered all of them with a quilt. You were exhausted but instead of returning to your room you went outside to the garden, it had become your favorite spot. You wandered for a bit, just bathing in moonlight thanking the moon spirit for giving you your little Firefly back. For the first time in ages, your mind was not racing. And breathing felt easier. You settled onto a bench. The air was cold but you did not want to go inside, even though your arms were covered in goosebumps. A snap alerted you to someone approaching but you felt no fear. Suddenly a coat was put onto your shoulders. It was warm and smelled of leather, fire, and manly musk. You pulled it tighter around you smelling it a bit more. It was one of the most pleasant smells. You turned toward the man, “Thank you, Captain.” He settled down next to you. “It should be me thanking you.” Syverson had woken when you covered him with the quilt, he had watched you go through half-closed eyes. He looked over at Rosamund and Cella both still asleep. He got up, feeling a pull to follow you. He made sure Rosamund was covered again kissed both his sister and niece on the forehead and went to your room. But you were not there. He pondered for a moment but then remembered he had seen you in the garden before. When he saw you shivering on a bench bathed in the light of the moon he thought you the most beautiful woman. Even though he could not see your face, he knew you were.

“No, you were right before if it had not been for me she would not have been hurt.” Syverson looked down in shame. “I am sorry. I should never have said that.” He turned to you and looked into your beautiful eyes. “I need you to know that I do not believe it for a second. I let my anger get the better of me.” He rubbed his head. “ A fault of mine. I am sorry for saying it, for hurting you. You saved her life, you climbed after her and then climbed the wall again to get the flower.” He stopped his heart pounding. “In truth, it was the bravest thing I had ever seen.” You looked at him in doubt. “You climbed up there too.” “But I had no faith, did not dare to hope out of fear of getting hurt. Yet, you-, you saw hope and you held onto it, it is the bravest thing.” His gaze was so intense you could not hold it for long, bowing your head a small smile appeared on your face. You had never been called brave by a man before. Most saw a helpless Princess, a beautiful face, someone to produce an heir but not Syverson. You both sat in silence for a while, your hands inching further towards each other. You did not know who did it but your hands intertwined themselves.

“My great grandfather built this garden for his wife. She was not from the Woodlands. She loved flowers and all things growing. My people were not fond of outsiders. I guess we still struggle with it. She had a hard time here. And she missed her flowers. He gave her this garden. A place all to herself, where she could be around the things she loved. Without being watched by people. My Uncle tried to keep up with its maintenance during his younger years but the war had no regard for simple things like flowers. So it became a garden of weeds, chaos, and unloved.” He pulled you up, you slowly walked through it while he told you about what kind of flowers would bloom where. He did not let go of your hand and you had no intention either. One single blue flower had resisted the season. Syverson plucked it, turning to you. “May I?” You nodded entranced by the man in front of you. He put the flower behind your ear trying not to touch your hair. But even if he did you did not care, not when he was so close, his smell surrounding you. “The garden had been neglected but it is still here, so come spring I will get a new chance to restore its beauty and treat it with care and love.” “I am sure it will look beautiful.” “Yes, yes it is.” Syverson said, looking at you, his gaze wandering to your lips. They looked so soft. Your heart rate started to pick up again, holding onto his hands, as if you tried to pull him to you. SNAP. You both stepped apart, your face feeling warm. You both turned to the noise trying to see who was there. A big grey cat came walking out of the bush. It walked past you, completely ignoring you as if you were not even here. It jumped onto a stature that stood there, it was a woman sitting with her hand in her lap holding flowers, the cat settled into the lap of the woman. “It seems not everyone has forgotten about the garden,” you giggled. Syverson let out a nervous chuckle, rubbing his head. “We should go back inside. It had been a long few days. And Beren told me you are still injured.” You were surprised Beren had informed Syverson about it. Syverson ignored your curious look not willing to inform you that he had insisted to be updated on your injuries daily. “You need rest, and after how you took care of Rosamund. Of all of us. I must insist I take care of you now.” The moon was bathing him in white light, highlighting his blue eyes, his soft pink lips, and oh Gods did that man ever wear his tunic properly without exposing his chest like this? You wondered if it was as soft as it looked. “As you wish, My Captain,” you breathed out. “So be it, My Princess,” he whispered back. He took your hand in his again. The warmth feels almost familiar by now. You both walked silently to your room. You turned to him trying to say thank you for walking you to your room but it got stuck in your throat. How did this man do this to you? Make you act impulsive, and emotional and stun you into silence. It is so unlike you. Syverson let go of your hand, and you already missed the warmth. He touched the flower behind your hair and let his finger caress your cheek. “Flowers suit you.” Before you could say anything he bowed slightly. “Good night.” He walked down the corridor, glancing back at you for a second before entering his room.

Meaning of Blue Flowers A blue flower stands for desire, love, and inspiration. It is a flower that represents the metaphysical striving for the impossible and infinite.

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