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Wedding RP part 7

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 "I can manage that." Bells leads the way to the wall, pressing against a slight indentation... a door slips open, though they pause, glance at Flare again, and seem to tug sonething only half glimpsed. The door opens more, to accommodate for his size, and they lead the three through.

The stairwell on the other side is a plain, very solid stone with wide steps, as Bells readies to close the door once theyre through, before leading them upward, and away from the party. @Askbittyerror

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 They follow, Umbra continuing to tug. The trio seem to have relaxed some, although Flare is still on alert and Mo's smile has at least faded to gentle bliss.

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 Once the door is closed again, they head up, away from the crowds. The stairwell is large, though Flare probably shouldn't... hop, or anything. "You're almost bigger than Kudzu," they muse, as they continue up, "but, lamia. So most of his length is tail." The wedding party grows further distant... "it's not much further, promise."

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "It's fine." Umbra pants, struggling to wiggle his way up and squeaking when Mo hoists him, cradling the smaller man carefully in his arms and smiling like he just got a highfive from god.(edited)

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 They give Mo a grateful look, not that they suppose it will matter to him, then press the door they've arrived at open. ...it's a water garden, with beautiful mosaics half hidden on the far walls, overgrowth of plants and pretty things all but overflowing the room, as pools of water tumble musically into each other all little falls. Much of the furthest part of the room is 'open' to the 'sky,' though in this case the sky is a deep utter blackness, filled with distant shifting lights that gleam and burn like stars, and a river of fragmented white light that travels across it's distance. ...it's, actually fully enclosed, with strong magic shields. But it's pretty. "...is this okay? I've got other rooms, but, Flare will have to size down to seven feet for most of them."

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "Pretty." Mo notes, sitting in the grass and nuzzling his confused nootdoot. Flare stands behind, watching them.

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 "..." they take a moment, seeing thet look better, before looking back at Flare. "-oh yeah. you're the reason I came to talk in the first place, huh?"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Flare continues to watch.

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 Quiet, then a sigh, as they find a spot by one of the pools of water to sit. "I wanted to thank you for the wedding present. But mostly, wanted to apologize for my daughter attempting to tackle you across the whole room like that. There was already a lot of tension in the air, and I know that didn't help." ...they gaze at the flowing water, offering quietly, "she's very protective of her da. even if she doesn't remember it, having been so young, he once dusted under her hands as she reached out to try holding onto him. Crumbling under her touch." "-even if we got him back, there's a part of her that's terrified of losing him again."(edited)

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 "she's a soul of bravery with the magic of two very powerful guardians within her, as well as the heart of a warrior... and the self preservation instincts of a very young, very traumatized child."(edited)

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Flare doesn't move. “Um,” Umbra pushes Mo away from where the Dream nuzzles against his cheek, wiggling out of his lap. “Dad is, uh, he’s- there’s not much in there, right now.” All expression fades from Mo at his absence and he just sits, hands in his lap, weedle tucked under one arm, staring straight ahead.

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 A nod, and they look back at the water. "Guess I'll say it later, then." "...Stars, I wish my mates and their mates would stop doing that stuff to each other. I guess I should be grateful I wasn't the one to have to break it up this time, at least."

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "Is..." Umbra looks away, biting his lip. "What- what happened?"

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 they blink, looking back at him. "...what happened when? with my mates attempting to murder each other on multiple occasions, or with-" "..." [6:27 PM] "Right."

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "...with Dad." He looks at his hands, tentacles twitching to wrap his wings around him. "What set him off?"

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 "..." they look at Flare, then Umbra. "-that, would be what I was talking about. Um. Well, Erebus at one time attempted to flat out murder Greylu... and well?" A grimace, rubbing the back of their neck, "Greylu tends to get stabby around Dragon. Who your father is, uh-" "...Not that they haven't managed the traumatize the hell out if him more than once in return. Turned full dragon in his throneroom and chased after him with fire in their breath talking about what he'd taste like..." "But. First I'm guessing Dragon brought up the stabbiness, considering the reaction from Huitzi and Flare, then Greylu reacted all growly, then my daughter started snarling and aura flaring and setting off all her siblings to do the same... and, then Huitzi tried to restrain him, and-" "Well. I'm guessing all of that, mostly."(edited)

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Umbra winces and nods. "...yeah. Okay. Thank you."

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 "..." they look back at the water. "-the only one of my lovers that hasn't severely maimed the others is Sci." "But we're all a bit of a volatile group. I got a nasty bit of burn from Dragon on my arm, when we first became 'introduced,' that I only lost when I... lost the arm." They lift their hand, which looks mostly fine, other than a large dark scar on the back of it, considering at ruefully. "dragonfire lingers. but that was... before. that whole body's gone now."(edited) [6:43 PM] "..." "Are you okay? You brought him back, right?"(edited)

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Umbra stares at the ground for a moment too long. He shrugs.

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 "..." "..." "Was bad, huh?" [6:46 PM] "..." They gaze 'skyward.' Not pressing further.

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Umbra nods and shifts. On his side, hidden under his left wing, a dark, purply splotch stains his shirt. It looks to be spreading. He winces.

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 They look back as he shifts... ...and stop. "...are you bleeding?"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Umbra doesn't say anything. He looks a touch too pale. Mo looks up, his brows furrowing.

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 "..." They offer a hand, and simply, "heals? I don't mind... and there's not many places where my magic is stronger."

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "Please." He whispers. Mo looks up at Flare and starts to growl. Umbra spins around to glare at him, "No, stop-" Then he sways and crumples to the ground.

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 Their breath catches, and they quickly move to scoop him, gently, into their arms, healing magic already flowing from their touch- at the same time, they look up at Mo, evenly. "don't." they caution, not order, but warning, "it'll only stress him more. the two of you can talk about it after I've healed him."(edited)

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Mo looks at them and approaches. "He can't really heal." He kneels, a foot away. "I can't either."(edited)

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 "no?" They frown, drawing their hand back, and shifting him a little to look at the wound. "void take it, I even healed the tall red lunk there when he was dripping gold all over the sidewalk..."(edited) [7:13 PM] "...or wait, do you mean he doesn't have healing magic?"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Against Umbra’s side, in the center of the dark bruise covering the entire left half of his body, is a long, deep gash, its edges jagged and torn. The Nightmare looks to have haphazardly stitched it shut, then tore it back open when he escaped Mo’s lap. “Both, mostly second but still some first.” Mo looks at them. “Our magic is broken. Nothing works likes it should.”(edited)

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 "...huh." they inspect it carefully, not touching, then tilt their head, thinking. "-don't suppose you two count as undead? that definitely takes its own sort of healing, healing food can't do anything but replace lost magic for me."

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Mo stares down at his brother. He squeezes his plush. Something starts rising from his back and Mo shuts his eyes, hissing something under his breath. Whatever it is melds back into him with a quivering grumble. “…I don’t know.”

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 "...ease." they breathe softly, lifting their gaze to Mo. "I'll do all I can for him. but what I need you to do is remain calm. if you lose control, I won't be able to do anything for him." this said, they reach out, and pluck something glistening from midair, a slender, gleaming thread no more than wisp or thought... or magic. "now, wish me luck. but keep in mind for future reference... if this works? this is magic I can very literally only use here, in the entire omniverse. this whole tower? Is an extension of my magic... breathe, slow breaths." "I'm not starting until you're sure you can hold control. Because i can't be interrupted once i start."(edited)

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Mo nods sharply, breathing deep, his plush cuddled tight to his chest. “H- I’ll be calm.”

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 a nod, their gaze gentle, before turning back to Umbra. "...so. let's see what's been done to your magic-" they murmur softly. from the touch of their free hand, faint lines of light appear to trace the path of his own damaged magic, the paths and courses that wind through him, looking specifically for the lines that had been severed by the damage left by the wound. A tracing outline to show the way, no more...(edited) [8:01 PM] ...but hopefully this part was something that could still work...(edited)

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 The magic crossing him is faint, hard to detect, vanishing almost entirely around the wound and anywhere the bruises touch. It spirals from there to where his soul should be, up in a line to what looks like a branch- then stops. Mo’s breath hitches and he shudders, holding his Weedle closer. Flare twitches.

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 "...I see." Softly. They led the lines fade, save near the wound itself, and using the glimmering bit of thread to stitch healing, with slow care, to cross the damaged area, one fragmented line to another. a single stitch of faint, gleaming, concentrated healing magic- -a single stitch, no more, as they wait to see if this will help. not willing to go further until they know.

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 It… actually seems to be. The repaired magic shines just a little bit brighter.

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 "...okay then." one stitch at a time, working on stopping the blood loss first. after four more stitches they stop, and wait again, watching.

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 The wound is sealing shut. Mo looks up. He… may be about to cry.

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 they don't see these tears, too focused on the next stitch, and the next. slowly, one by one, until the place where the damage had cut, is now fully spanned by the gently gleaming magic threads. ...and the last stitch is done. they loosen their grip on the greater magic of the tower, relaxing slightly.(edited) [8:38 PM] the threads vanish from their hand... but the repairs remain.

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 The gash is sealed. Umbra breathes a little easier. Mo is definitely crying. Just softly, and into his plush.

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 they wipe the hair back from their brow- and pause, seeing Mo crying. "are you okay?"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Mo's shoulders shake. He doesn't speak.

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 "..." they're not sure how to help, so they just lift adjust Umbra back into a more comfortable position in their lap, and wait for either him or Flare to 'wake.'

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 “S-sorry.” Mo mutters, wiping at his eyes. “It’s just- um.” He exhales, smiling weakly. “Is he okay?”

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 "you don't have to be sorry," they deny, "it's okay. and yes, I think so." they brush Umbra's hair back just enough to get a look at his face. "...I've healed a lot of different beings. the first time is always the hardest- enough practice and, it gets easier." [9:15 PM] "...but, this was a bit different." They admit softly, after a moment more.

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Umbra looks calm. Soft. Like a child. “Did you-” Mo whimpers. “…see, what was wrong?”

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 "...um. sort of. it's hard to put to words- mostly I just saw the damage. essentially, magic as I've learned it has these lines... leylines. Threads. Both worlds, and people, have them." "Umbra's... looked like they'd been severed, repeatedly. And never quite reattached right. And, left damaged, and so thin in places they almost weren't there." "...do you know why?"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 “He, um, Nouveau, I mean.” Mo shifts, plush tucked under his chin. “He- he severed us, somehow, I think. We’re supposed to be connected, at least I’m pretty sure we are.” He laughs weakly. “I… guess separating us, was what did us in.”

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 "..." they consider him, then look at Umbra. "My husband was separated from his brother too. Rather, forcefully. Dragon was able to repair the damage, but-" "-i, don't know if it was done the same way. the person who severed my husband from my brother in law knew what he was doing. it was a clean break, as much as that kind of thing can be. "it, looks like Nouveau just... uh. used trial and error. a lot."

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Mo rubs his chest, wincing. “Yeah…” “I don’t… think we can be reattached…” He looks at his brother, something like envy in his eyes. “I’m pretty sure Flare has that handled...”

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 "...admittedly I'm not sure what you mean about Flare, but I'm not sure I want to ask, either." They're not sure when they started stroking Umbra's hair, and watching him in soft worry, but oh well. more quietly, they add, "and... I'm sorry, that was done to you."

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Mo grumbles and glares up at Flare staring off into the distance, then is immediately by Umbra’s side as he starts to wake.

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 Their hand may yank back like it was burned, not realizing they'd essentially been petting him as he rested, and looking embarrassed. "... hey." they greet softly.

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 A tentacle grabs their hand and plaps it back on his head. “What happened?” Umbra looks up, groggy and confused.

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 "..." they continue petting. "your uh, stitches came open. you passed out. but, you have me permission to heal you first? so I did." simplified, sure, but pretty much accurate. "how do you feel? any soreness?"

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Umbra blinks, registers, sits up, spins around, and grabs their hands, eyes frantic, arms shaking from the exertion. “Please don’t be upset with Dad.” He begs, Mo shutting his eyes and looking like he’s somewhere between homicidal and sucking on a lemon.

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 "..." they blink, looking surprised by this- then squeezes his hands gently. "I'm not upset with him, Umbra. If I got upset with him, I'd have to start a list of people to be upset with, for getting caught up in an LV driven frenzy. I'm a little annoyed he lost his cool in the first place, but-" "but being told his datemate had been attacked, and all the other stuff that followed-" "I can't say I'm really surprised, either."

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 “Okay…” Umbra exhales, letting them go. “Okay.” He squeaks as his tentacles swing him back around, plop him back on Bells lap and put their hand back on his head. “Wh- you- stop that!” He slaps at his tentacles, trying to push himself back up and then just giving up when they drag Mo down too, doing happy victory wiggles as Mo immediately makes happy noises and snuggles him.

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 a soft snort, smiling, as they resume stroking his hair. "your tenntacles have a mind of their own." they reflect, a near silent purr rumbling in their chest. "you didn't answer my question though... are you still sore? Mo did say you don't generally heal easily."

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 Umbra huffs and glares at his traitorous appendages. “I’m-” He shifts, grunting, Mo nuzzling him and making a concerned noise. “…fine. How did you even heal me?”(edited)

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 "...sort of... sewed the lines of your magic back together, where they'd been severed across your wound. used threads of healing magic, boosted by my tower." "This place is, pretty much woven into every part of me. I pulled it back together when the timeline shattered. just, sort of did the same for you, on a smaller scale."

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "...can you teach me how to do that?" Umbra asks.

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 "I can try? my ability to do stuff like that only extends as far as here. this place is my legacy, it echoes to my magic-" "Its uh, my inheritance. from my sire." something about the way they say 'sire' sounds similar to the way someone might say 'fucking abuse piece of shit,' only less bluntly. "...I'm willing to try though. your power level might be enough on your own, without the added boost."(edited)

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "My uh, my magic level is like just, notnexistant." Umbra winces, squeaking at Mo's insistent neck nuzzles. "I can use my tentacles and that's about it." He glares at his wibblers, one giving Bells sympathetic headpats of it's own accord. "And they dont even listen half the time!"

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 a faint smile at the tentacle, before turning their attention back to Umbra, and considering him. "-i imagine your power level is probably just fine. your 'threads' are just so shredded that you cant access it." "...like a generator, with faulty connectors leading to the stuff that needs powering.:

Askbittyerror09/27/2020 "If you say so?" Umbra shrugs. "...why is my magic broken? I thought it just... was that way?" Mo drops his weedle on Umbra's face and emphatically shakes his head at Bells. Umbra sputters and picks up the plush. "Where did you even get this?" "It appeared in my room." Mo nuzzles him, smiling at the resulting squeak. "Its soft. I like it."

with-bells-upon09/27/2020 "...i dont know your life well enough to say." Theyll let Mo decide whether to tell, at least gor now. Its not their place. "I just saw the damage done to the threads your magic should follow." "...theyre, very much not... as intact as they should be." September 28, 2020

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 Umbra frowns thoughtfully. Maybe he wasn’t as weak as he thought after all… And is then abruptly brought out of his musings by Mo licking his cheek. “Ooookay!” Umbra shrieks, shoving him away and rolling into a kneeling position. “That is enough! What is even with you today?! You’re not normally-” His tentacles wiggle in displeasure and he slaps at them, Mo looking at him with big sad eyes, confused and a little hurt. Umbra grits his teeth, starting to growl, and sighs, his hands in his lap. “Just- whatever, I don’t care.” He lets his tentacles drag him back into place and pull Mo to his side. “Just keep your fucking tongue in your mouth.”

with-bells-upon09/28/2020 The look they give Mo is puzzled. Not wanting to delve into Nouveau abuse they understand, but if this a distraction for just, not learning that isn't powerless... "..." "I can show you, if you like."

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 Mo has returned to ecstatic nuzzling. "Please?" Umbra looks up.

with-bells-upon09/28/2020 "...okay. but dont get worried, okay? this will seem a bit strange, but it wont hurt. And i'll stop if you ask me."

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 "Okay." Umbra nods.

with-bells-upon09/28/2020 Bells reaches out to lay ahand against his arm... and as before, they draw on the magic in themself and in the tower, and begin outlining the threads of his magic, letting him see himself the places theyre... broken. "...these threads are meant to allow your magic to move properly through your body.." they explain, "but-" [12:22 AM] "...um. they cant, really."

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 "Oh." Umbra frowns, looking over himself. He points at his chest. "...is that my soul? I've... never actually seen it."

with-bells-upon09/28/2020 "..." they consider the place he's pointing.

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 “Yup.” Mo says, tucked under Umbra’s chin, breath tickling his neck. “Ours look pretty similar. They’re nothing interesting. You aren’t missing much.” “If you say so…” Umbra stares down at his chest, shivering.

with-bells-upon09/28/2020 Bells looking at Mo, and again, considers Umbra's... soul?(edited) [12:33 AM] "..." Thats not right. Yeah. [12:33 AM] Bells draws their hand back, letting the sight of the threads vanish. [12:34 AM] "..." Two trees of the same rootstock, like theirs downstairs... or in this case, two branches of the same tree. [12:36 AM] ...severed at their joining.

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 The outline of his soul is the expected apple, but it’s… withered almost, and much, much smaller than it should be. “…what are you doing.” “Dad!” Umbra sits up, smiling. “You’re back!” “Yes.” Flare nods, eyes on Bells. “What is happening?”

with-bells-upon09/28/2020 "...he was injured. I healed him. He woke after, and wanted to know how i did it." "...i showed him why healing is hard for him, and told him how i did it." They figure they should probably keep this simple.

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 "...I can heal him." A golden tentacle extends and taps him and Umbra gasps sharply, any remaining injuries repairing in a instant. Mo holds his Nightmare as he coughs and wheezes, trying to get his breath back. Flare stares at him. "...get off my child."(edited)

with-bells-upon09/28/2020 "...he carried Umbra here." they point out, quietly. "like I said. he was injured- and, stairs can be rough to traverse with a tail." they didn't openly challenge his right to be protective, but that seemed like a point worth offering, just the same.

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 “Get. Off.” Flare snarls, ignoring Bells completely. “Fuck. You.” Mo growls right back, hugging his Nightmare tighter. “Would you two please stop-” Umbra freezes, paling as a tentacle reaches up and slaps Flare right in the face.

with-bells-upon09/28/2020 "...for fuck's sake." Bells whispers, closing their hand around Umbra's. they will teleport all three of them out of there if they need to. not sure to where, but-

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 Flare blinks. He grabs the tentacle. “Please keep yourself under control.” He says evenly. “R-right.” Umbra pulls the angrily wiggling tentacle back, holding onto it tightly. “…sorry.”

with-bells-upon09/28/2020 A soft exhale, and they loosen their grip, at least. "...I can't imagine controlling any part of his magic comes easily," are they talking to Flare? maybe, "magically speaking, his wiring is fried."

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 "It is?" Flare frowns, kneeling by his child, pausing to shoot a look at Mo and being answered by a glare in turn.

with-bells-upon09/28/2020 "-that's what I was saying before, yeah." okay. relaxing. tenatively. "You know how leylines work in world's, I'm guessing? Veins and mapworks of magic, So on?"

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 "Yes."

with-bells-upon09/28/2020 "...well, people have them too. and Umbra's... are faded, broken, and tangled... basically all of them."

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 "...how did that happen?" Flare quietly asks.

with-bells-upon09/28/2020 "..." "..." "I can outline the lines again, with his permission. I, don't feel right offering more than that right now."

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 "Do it." Flare says, Umbra nodding and Mo looking like he's considering biting the bit of Flare's arm near his face.

with-bells-upon09/28/2020 They try to catch Mo's eye, but a moment later just nod, resting their hand against Umbra's arm again. The broken mapwork of threads begin outlining his own, all the way to his soul, and... to the bit, rather like what looks to them like a forked branch, broken at the joint. though of course they could be wrong...

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 Flare frowns. Another line to Umbra’s soul lights up, a second branch in a vivid red-gold, wound around the first and trailing off beyond his body, briefly illuminating. Flare smiles and relaxes, Umbra looks confused, and Mo is seconds from whipping out his borrowed knife and stabbing Flare right in his stupid face when a tentacle grabs him and slams his face into Umbra’s neck, completely plastering him against his Nightmare’s side. Mo immediately slumps, making a soft happy noise, Umbra squeaks and Flare scowls.

with-bells-upon09/28/2020 "...that. is my guess." they answer, very quietly. [2:10 PM] "-or rather, the broken bit." [2:10 PM] They are looking at Flare a bit strangely, admittedly.

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 “Something happened when he was young, maybe thirteen.” Flare says, growling lowly, glaring at Mo. “He had been unwell for several weeks when he suddenly collapsed, screaming. I cared for him the best I could, but he was still unconscious for several months.” “I don’t remember that…” Umbra mutters, Mo whimpering and nuzzling him. “You were a child.” Flare says softly. “It was traumatic.”

with-bells-upon09/28/2020 "...Flare." their voice was very quiet, meeting Flare's eyelights evenly. "Mo. Didn't do anything. Keep in mind... he was a child too." "May i... speak to you?"(edited)

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 "Certainly." Flare says.

with-bells-upon09/28/2020 Bells gets to their feet, and moves away from Umbra, intending to have a moment privately with Flare.

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 Flare follows with only a passing warning glare back at Mo and a scowl when Mo simply continues nuzzling Umbra.

with-bells-upon09/28/2020 Once theyre... sufficiently out of earshot, Bells sits on the edge of one of the stone walls that shapes the pools of water, looking up at Flare. "...you know what that severed line was, correct?"

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 He kneels. "No."

with-bells-upon09/28/2020 "...there tends to be a bond, between guardians. generally, a fate bond of one kind or another. it's an intimate connection, allows one to always find the other, always feel the other, and forms a connection... soul deep. sometimes, if one dies, both will die." "Its, never supposed to be broken." "...it looks like someone hacked clumsily at the link between your son and Mo, with a dull knife, until it finally gave way from Mo's end." "-whatever your son suffered, indirectly? Mo suffered, extremely directly. Its not his fault. And very likely, his magic is every bit as fucked, if not more."(edited)

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 “I suppose that is why I have never seen Mo use magic as his own self…” Flare muses. “And why Umbra is always so sickly.”

with-bells-upon09/28/2020 "...and likely why Mo is drawn so very strongly to Umbra." they agree, quietly. "that bond, is never meant to be broken. and while Umbra himself pushes Mo away? His tentacles grab, and hold him close, given the chance." [3:52 PM] "That. Speaks of something."

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 “…I see.” Flare looks away, troubled.

with-bells-upon09/28/2020 "..." "I was able to repair a few of the threads, by the wound. it's how I was able to heal it. But I have no way to know if the repairs will last."

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 Flare nods.

with-bells-upon09/28/2020 "..." there's not much more they can add to that. so- "I'd also like to talk to you about what happened downstairs. If you think you can without getting upset."

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 "I can."

with-bells-upon09/28/2020 "...I know you're aware that Greylu has attacked Dragon. they've also attacked him. literally chased him around his throne room in full dragon form, fire licking at their teeth. they, tend to antagonize each other." a... less than pleased note to this. "one stabs, the other bites off a tentacle- "More recently, they've been trying to make peace. Mostly for Hood's sake, I think. So that's... somewhat settled." "Im... sorry you were pulled into it."

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 "If he does it again," Flare says softly. "I will feed him his arms."

with-bells-upon09/28/2020 "...they'll grow back. they always do." they sound, tired.(edited)

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 "Noted."

with-bells-upon09/28/2020 "..." "My daughter is very protective of him." They're not, quite looking at him now. "She's had him crumble to dust under her hands, while she tried to hold on. She was too young to remember it clearly? But it left an impression." "...especially... when her own bondmate had been left dust as well. she has both back now... but part of her soul remembers. try not to hold her protectiveness against her."

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 "Okay."

with-bells-upon09/28/2020 "..." they're not sure what to say now.

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 Flare is just staring off into the distance. He grunts and rubs his chest.

with-bells-upon09/28/2020 "..." now they're watching him. "-g for your thoughts?"(edited)

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 "...I think I may have bonded to Umbra."

with-bells-upon09/28/2020 "..." a soft sound, not easy to read. "yeah. I know." They admit quietly, "so does Mo. you two were the only ones who didn't." "It. Has to hurt, so much. Him knowing that his bondmate is not only taken from him... but tied to another."

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 Flare nods. “…you said the bondmates die without each other. I assume I inadvertently saved Umbra.” He looks at them. “But what about Mo?”

with-bells-upon09/28/2020 "...I said sometimes they do." They correct quietly, "generally even then, it's if one dies." "..." "My husband, was separated from his bondmate, for almost half a year. Dragon isn't the only enemy he's made... but Dragon was the one to repair the damage. That's, also part of what's helped make peace." "...if Mo does have another bondmate, it's not something I'd be able to tell just by looking at him. but then, I have no idea what that phantasmal creature was, that rose out of him before."(edited)

Askbittyerror09/28/2020 Flare gazes at Mo, still cuddled up to his son, for a long moment. He stands and walks over, yanking the pair apart and dangling the Dream in the air by the throat. “Dad!” Umbra exclaims from the ground, trying to push himself up and whimpering when a golden wing thumps onto his chest, pinning him down. Mo thrashes and tries to kick his chest, wheezing as Flare’s grip tightens. The once-Paladin holds his hand over Mo’s chest, grips, and yanks- and what comes out… really isn’t a soul. A quivering mass of blue, red and cyan pulsate wildly, cut through with spasming black striations and glitches. It’s bigger Mo’s entire chest and the colors spiral around a withered golden apple, its surface faintly shimmering with an oily rainbow sheen. “What is-” Flare brushes his fingers against the mass and for a moment, time freezes- Then reality shudders and Flare is blasted back, skidding on the grass and letting out a pained grunt. The not-soul spreads across Mo’s body, covering him completely, and rises until it’s bigger than Flare, hunched back brushing the ceiling, hundreds of disjointed limbs tearing deep gouges into the dirt, thousands of hollow eyes glaring daggers, dozens of mouths slathering tar-like sludge that boils and bursts into knotted blue thread when it hits the ground.(edited)

with-bells-upon09/28/2020 When Flare steps back to the others, they start to ask what hes doing- -when they see what he's doing they get to their feet. "Hey! Flare, just because you can-" aaand then there's that. "...holy fuck." they whisper, staring. "..." "..." "FLARE! JUST BECAUSE YOU HAVE THE ABILITY TO DO SOMETHING DOESNT MEAN YOU SHOULD JUST GO AHEAD AND DO IT!!!" Maybe forgive the yelling, the lich is in full panic mode, and doing very badly at hiding it. Their children are here-!!!(edited)

with-bells-upon09/28/2020 What do do? Open the ceiling and shove them out? fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck- Instead Bells grabs their phone, and sends out a mass text. 'GET THE KIDS OUT OF HERE!'

#wedding rp #part 7

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BnHA Chapter 039: Deku VS Todoroki 2 - Flashback Boogaloo

Previously on BnHA: Todoroki and Izuku began their one on one! Todoroki blasted ice attacks at Deku and Deku broke up each one with mini One for All finger smashes. Todoroki’s right side slowly froze up, but meanwhile Deku went through all five fingers on his right hand and then proceeded to blow up his entire fucking left arm. You’d think this would have been the end of it, but no, this motherfucker then went and busted out another smash through his already-mangled right hand. Rather than going into shock at this point like a normal person, Deku fucking screamed at Todoroki to use his full power, because apparently he wants to die in the most spectacular way possible. I don’t even know.

Today on BnHA: Everyone just sits back and watches while Deku destroys his own body in his crazed attempts to get Shouto to use his left side. It’s not fun. Then Shouto starts having flashbacks to his horrifying past. This is even less fun. Basically no one is having a good time here. But eventually something in Shouto clicks when Deku yells at him that his power is his own. And then Shouto finally fires up his left side. So that part at least is fun, but the rest of it has me needing some damn blood pressure medication you guys.

(As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’ve read up through chapter 91 now, so any ETAs will reflect that.)

oh my god literally the first panel is a baby Shouto POV of his mom

I don’t know if I’m ready for this chapter guys

“when did I forget what came after that?” oh my god. is it so bad his mind blocked the memory for self-preservation reasons or something

Todoroki is really mad that Deku would suggest something so absurd as him using his full power. I assume Deku is going to tell him something similar to the “you’re not your dad” thing that he already said to Endeavor earlier

seriously Shouto, you can use your full power and still piss your dad off

now he’s really mad and he’s charging right at Deku

that’s maybe not the best plan

meanwhile Bakugou is watching intently and it’s so cute I have to post the panel

you go ahead and take your notes kiddo. you’re gonna need ‘em if you end up having to battle him yourself

now that they’re up close Deku is using the microwave trick again!

BUT HE’S STILL USING HIS RIGHT ARM. WHAT GOOD IS THE MICROWAVE TRICK IF THE ARM’S ALREADY FUCKED UP

PLEASE DON’T PUNCH HIM WITH A CLOSED FIST WITH YOUR BROKEN HAND, I MAY ACTUALLY FAINT OH MY GOD

I HATE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW DEKU!!!!!!

has Horikoshi ever broken any of his bones?!! COME BACK AND WRITE THIS SCENE AGAIN AFTER YOU’VE BROKEN A BONE, ASSHOLE. COME BACK AND TELL ME THAT HE CAN FUCKING DO THAT AND NOT FALL DOWN SOBBING AFTERWARDS

the only possible explanation I can come up with is that he’s somehow completely hopped up on the adrenaline of it all and isn’t actually feeling the full pain just yet

but he SHOULD be, because that’s the body’s way of telling him, “DON’T FUCKING PUNCH ANYONE WITH THIS HAND YOU COLOSSALLY STUPID FUCK!!!”

anyway, Todoroki is FLYING ACROSS THE RING, but DEKU SHOULD BE FUCKING DEAD AND NOW I’M JUST MAD, DAMN IT

whoever wins this match has to fight either Shiozaki or Iida next, depending on who wins their match (probably Iida). and then after that, either Bakugou or Tokoyami (probably Bakugou). but I don’t know if either of these guys will actually be up for that at this rate

I can’t believe it, but Todoroki actually doesn’t look too good. just use your stupid left side already, Shouto

JESUS CHRIST CAN WE GET AN ACTUAL RESPONSIBLE ADULT OUT HERE??? ANYONE?? AIZAWA????

he’s agreeing with my hypothesis that Deku is so hopped up on adrenaline that he’s not feeling the full pain of what he’s doing to his body. and he’s already done so much damage that it can’t all be fixed in a single healing session. that’s what I’ve been fucking saying

should they stop the match? ABSOLUTELY. will they stop the match?? FUCKING WHAT DO YOU THINK

fucking hell, even Aizawa and All Might are just watching in awed admiration

SUPERHEROES ARE THE FUCKING WORST

Deku’s gonna be in the hospital for a fucking month and ALL OF THIS IS ON YOU SADISTIC FUCKS

ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAIIIIINED

oh my god finally

YOU SHOULD NEVER HAVE BEEN ABLE TO MAKE A FIST IN THE FIRST PLACE. BUT OKAY. YEESHHH

now he’s... biting... his thumb...

aaand that’s another smash

this is fucking horrifying. I’m not enjoying this at all, not even gonna pretend. it’s just absurd to me at this point that they would let this keep dragging out. I hope this inspires a series of rule changes to future sports festivals to lessen the risk of children doing irreversible damage to their bodies all for the sake of a fucking exhibition match

Shouto asks why Deku is going this far and Deku says he’s “just trying to meet expectations”

All Might you need to sit down with this boy after this and explain where he’s supposed to draw the line in this regard. like, when you did the plus ultra thing? that was for a good cause! sacrificing yourself to save other people’s lives! but he’s just doing it because he has something to prove and it’s the dumbest fucking thing, ugh

sorry guys, I might be bitching about this the entire chapter if this keeps up

“I want to be a smiling, dependable, cool hero!” Deku fucking shrieks

then you might want to step back about twenty feet and take a good long look at what you’re doing so far to accomplish those goals, Deku. because right now, “smiling” and “dependable” are not the words that come to mind

OH MY GOD!!!

BABY SHOUTO WITH NO SCAR!!!

RED ALERT. GOT MY BOX OF TISSUES OUT. ICE CREAM IN THE FREEZER AND ASMR PLAYLIST CUED UP ON YOUTUBE IF I NEED SOMETHING TO CALM ME DOWN AFTER THIS SHIT

Deku says he can’t begin to imagine what Shouto’s experiences have been like or how fierce his determination must be, but...

oh my god more flashbacks oh my god oh my god

(ETA: adding this note a couple years after the fact to warn people reading these recaps for the first time that my initial reaction to the full Shouto backstory was kind of intense. I really blew up at Rei in particular because without getting into any detail, that scene hit close to home for me in regard to some experiences I had while growing up. so I kind of projected a bit without meaning to. anyway, please see here for the “part 2″ version of this post, and fwiw Rei is now one of my favorite characters.)

THIS CHAPTER IS MAKING ME SO FUCKING ANGRY I’M GONNA FUCKING HULK OUT. SHIT. FUCKING SHIT

SHOUTO’S SCREAMING AT DEKU TO SHUT UP AND I FUCKING AGREE. YOU JUST SAID YOURSELF THAT YOU DON’T KNOW THE HALF OF WHAT HE’S BEEN THROUGH AND NOW’S REALLY NOT THE TIME TO START FUCKING PREACHING AT HIM OVER WHETHER OR NOT HE’S SERIOUS ABOUT HIS GOAL

NOW BABY SHOUTO IS HUGGIN’ HIS MOM AND SAYING THAT HE HATES DADDY AND DOESN’T WANT TO BE LIKE HIM

BECAUSE HIS DADDY “BULLIES” HIS MOMMY OH MY GOD

HE KEEPS REPEATING THAT HE DOESN’T WANT TO BE LIKE THAT

WHY DID WE HAVE TO HAVE THIS STUPID FLASHBACK. I WANNA GO HOME

I KNOW IT’S MY FAULT!! I ASKED FOR ANGST!! I KNOW!! I’M SORRY! I NEVER LEARN SOBB

SHOUTO’S MOM IS PATTING HIS HEAD GENTLY

DEKU IS SCREAMING AT SHOUTO AGAIN. STOP SCREAMING AT HIM!!!

BABY SHOUTO IS LOOKING AT THE WINDOW AT SOME KIDS PLAYING

-- THOSE ARE HIS BROTHERS?????!

AND HIS DAD SAYS NOT TO LOOK AT THEM, “THEY BELONG TO A DIFFERENT WORLD THAN YOU”

JESUS CHRIST. DID ENDEAVOR JUST WAKE UP ONE DAY AND DECIDE TO BE THE WORST??? JUST LIKE, THE WORST EVER? SINCE HE COULDN’T BE THE BEST, HE DECIDED TO BE THE WORST?!

LIKE, IF I HAD A GUN WITH TWO BULLETS AND WAS TRAPPED IN A ROOM WITH ENDEAVOR, MINETA, AND THE SKYPE VILLAIN, I WOULD SHOOT ENDEAVOR TWICE AND THEN PISTOL WHIP HIS DYING ASS UNTIL IT STOPPED TWITCHING??

NOW SHOUTO IS WALKING BY THE KITCHEN AND IT LOOKS LIKE HE’S ALREADY CRYING FROM SOMETHING (ABUSE, PROBABLY!!) AND HE’S OVERHEARING HIS MOM TALKING ON THE PHONE AND SHE’S SAYING THAT SHE CAN’T TAKE IT AND SOMETIMES THE LOOKS AT SHOUTO AND HIS LEFT SIDE AND HATES WHAT SHE SEES

WHAT A FUCKING THING FOR YOUR CHILD TO OVERHEAR!! AND I SEE A KETTLE ON THE STOVE! SHOULD I BE PREPARING MYSELF TO PUNCH MY COMPUTER SCREEN

SHE SAYS SHE CAN’T RAISE HIM ANYMORE

HE’S LOOKING UP AT HER WITH WIDE EYES

SHE’S LOOKING AT HIM LIKE... I CAN’T EVEN DESCRIBE IT. I DON’T WANT TO DESCRIBE IT OR POST IT

AND THE NEXT PANEL AFTER THAT IS HIM WITH A BANDAGE OVER HIS LEFT EYE

I HOPE SHE FUCKING WENT TO JAIL FOR FUCKING LIFE. MAN, I DON’T EVEN CARE. I HAVE ALL THE SYMPATHY FOR HER, RIGHT UP UNTIL SHE (A) LEFT HERSELF AND SHOUTO IN THAT SITUATION RATHER THAN TRYING TO REMOVE HIM FROM IT, AND THEN (B) FUCKING MAIMED HER OWN FUCKING CHILD, WHO LITERALLY HAD NO ONE ELSE EXCEPT FOR HER

I HATE THIS!!! I HATE ALL OF THIS!!!! I HATE THAT I AGREE WITH ENDEAVOR’S DECISION! I HATE THAT SHE ENDED UP PAYING FOR HIS GARBAGE BEHAVIOR! AND I HATE THAT SHOUTO IS NOW STUCK WITH HIM ALL ALONE!

AND IT SEEMS LIKE SOMETHING IN SHOUTO JUST SNAPPED FROM THAT POINT ON AND HE BECAME DETERMINED TO DEFY HIM

BACK TO THE FIGHT OMG

DEKU IS GOING FULL SHOUNEN JESUS

OH MY GOD AND IT FLASHES BACK TO BABY SHOUTO AGAIN

AND HE’S WATCHING A VIDEO, AND IT’S AN INTERVIEW WITH FUCKING ALL MIGHT

HE SAYS QUIRKS ARE PASSED FROM PARENT TO CHILD, BUT IT’S NOT JUST THAT AND “ONE MUST RECOGNIZE AND APPRECIATE ONESELF”

FUUUUUUUUUUCK

HE LOOKS SO HAPPY AND RELIEVED AND IT LOOKS LIKE HE HAS THE SAME BABY BOY CRUSH ON ALL MIGHT THAT BABY DEKU HAD

I’M JUST SO MAD AND UPSET THAT THIS WOMAN COULD HURT THIS CHILD, KNOWING FULL WELL HOW DIFFERENT HE WAS FROM HIS FATHER, HOW MUCH HE DIDN’T WANT TO BE LIKE HIM, AND HOW MUCH THE MERE THOUGHT OF IT HURT HIM

OH MY GOD AND NOW PRESENT-DAY TODOROKI LOOKS LIKE HE WANTS TO CRY

PROBABLY WHEN THE SAME WOMAN WHO SHOWED YOU THAT VIDEO LOST HER MIND AND POURED SCALDING WATER ON YOUR FACE

WELP

I just want to press pause for a sec and let you guys know that I’ve been listening to my “fight music” playlist during my readthrough of this chapter, and this scene was absolutely perfectly timed. got to this point RIGHT when I read that panel. I got so fucking fired up lol

so finally Todoroki has gotten over his stupid insistence on not using his left side! yay! I think Deku could have picked a better sort of therapy than this, personally, but hey! anyways, are you happy now dude?

you know what, forget I asked. no one cares about you

I’m just happy for this little guy:

THAT WEIRD SMILE AT THE END I CAN’T I’M FUCKING DEAD. HE LOOKS SO HAPPY AND DORKY

ALSO, WAY TO BLOW ANY CHANCE THAT BAKUGOU OR ANYONE ELSE HAD OF DEFEATING HIM LOL. MIGHT AS WELL JUST WRAP UP THIS COMPETITION NOW

(ETA: well I mean. it would’ve been true if this breakthrough had actually stuck lol)

well, Deku, you did it. you can pass out now

BONUS:

Kouda’s pure, sweet face is all the ASMR I need after this chapter that fucked up my emotions in every possible way!

gotta tell you guys, I liked his design from the start. but this?

this just seals the deal. he is in fact the best character in the whole series. THIS WHOLE TIME IT WAS KOUDA, who the fuck would have ever thought

#bnha #boku no hero academia #makeste reads bnha #midoriya izuku #todoroki shouto #endeavor #todoroki enji #'read bnha!' they said #'you're in for a ride' they said #are you fucking happy #you are aren't you

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Saeran wasn’t sure why he was doing this to himself. His therapist had told him to celebrate. It was three months since the last time he’d self-harmed, almost six since the last time he’d been hospitalized. No record is too small to celebrate, his doctor had told him when he argued.

It felt like a lie, sure he hadn’t cut himself, or scratched himself, or pulled on his hair until clumps were missing. Sure if they decided to check him he wouldn’t have marks but sitting here felt like a knife twisting in his chest. Even earlier when it had just been the two of them it had felt like picking a scab.

He wanted a drink. He’d asked his doctor a few weeks before, not yet¸ he’d been told, maybe someday but not yet.

He wanted more than a drink if he was honest with himself but that was a bridge he was well over. He’d come to learn that particular desire would never really go away, but it was easy to ignore. There were plenty of reasons to stay clean. Especially sitting here on Yoosung’s tiny futon, with Yoosung sandwiched between him and Jisu.

It seemed so unfair that Jisu always got what she wanted. She’d gotten Savior’s soft words, she’d gotten her own room, to live outside of the castle. She’d gotten school, and friends and she’d gotten out first. None of that was blame he could really place on her, and he could finally rationalize that, but it still hurt.

Not that Mint Eye had been anything but Hell with a nice coat of paint for either of them, but she’d gotten the illusion of normalcy and he’d gotten cold stone walls and deadlines and beatings. He’d been the junk yard dog and she’d been the pampered show pup.

Sometimes he wonders why she was the one to bite their master.

But then Yoosung turns to him and says something stupid and kind and beautiful and he knows.

Sometimes he wonders if she lost Yoosung would she still be this person. He’s voiced this before, aside from him only V and Saeyoung know about Jisu’s connection to the Mint Eye Cult. Jisu was better adjusted, Jisu had weaned herself off of the drugs the moment she stepped foot in that apartment, Jisu had never tried to kill anyone. Jisu had never maimed her therapist.

Not that anyone had said that to him but he could see it in their faces.

He can feel Yoosung’s leg shaking against his, he’d have been irritated if it had been anyone else but right now he’s just happy for the contact. Then suddenly it stops, he hadn’t really been paying attention to the movie Jisu had put on. He’d been playing games with Yoosung when she came in and frowned and took the controller out of Yoosung’s hand.

“I can’t listen to this fucking jangly shit right now guys,” she snaps, closing the game without saving.

Yoosung doesn’t get mad, he just asks her about her day, asks her if she wants to cook or order in. He’d told Yoosung about his milestones, told him about the suggestion to celebrate but he hadn’t told him that spending the day with him was his way of celebrating. He had hoped Yoosung wouldn’t mention any of that to Jisu.

Jisu didn’t have mental health milestones, she just had bad days and good days, and no one worried that she was going to hurt herself when she had a bad day. As hard as Saeran tried he couldn’t avoid comparing himself to her. He’s been conditioned to, almost like his mother and Saeyoung. But with Jisu he’d been told that she was the weak one, the soft one, she had been the one to protect, so at the same time not at all like Saeyoung.

Jisu worked at a school. Saeran couldn’t even go to school with his history.

“Hey,” Yoosung chirps, pulling him out of his thoughts, “I was thinking,” he trials off, a little pink rising in his cheeks.

“It was just a joke,” Jisu laughs but Yoosung turns out of her grasp to face Saeran better. “Baby I wasn’t serious.”

“No, I know but it doesn’t mean it’s not a good idea.”

“What?” Saeran asks, bad feeling momentarily suppressed by Yoosung’s nervous excitement. “What’s a good idea?”

“I want to get a tattoo, and I want you to draw it for me,” his smile reminds Saeran of a particularly satisfied puppy.

“Yoosung you know tattoos are like, a lifetime commitment right?” Saeran snorts.

“Uh,” he chuckles back, “duh, you’re one to talk.”

“Why do you even want a tattoo,” Saeran laughs as Yoosung shoves him gently.

Yoosung frowns and adjusts his glasses, Saeran makes a note to ask Yoosung when his next surgery is and snaps the elastic on his wrist when the nagging voices at the back of his head start up. “It’s just, I’m so sick of everyone calling me cute, and then Jisu said that if I had a tattoo people would think I was tough.”

“It was a joke though,” Jisu groans wrapping her arms around him, “a bad joke.”

“You’d just be a cute guy with a tattoo Yoosung,” Saeran smiles and shakes his head.

Yoosung blushes deeper. “I’d l-look tough though,” he argues.

“Tough and cute,” Jisu laughs.

“What would you even want as a tattoo?” Saeran muses.

“I-I don’t know,” Yoosung starts, excited at not being totally dismissed. Saeran wonders how long he’s been bringing this up to Jisu.

“I’m going to bed,” she smirks and gives Yoosung a quick kiss before squeezing Saeran’s shoulder on the way past. “Please don’t let him run out and get a tattoo tonight.”

Yoosung shrugs, a lazy smile on his face as he watches her walk away. “I don’t know, anything you draw would be nice I bet.”

“Yeah but what do you want,” Saeran tries again but Yoosung just shrugs and laughs. “Yoosung I, I don’t think I could just draw something if you don’t know what you want, it’ll be on you forever.”

Yoosung hops up off the couch and disappears into the hall for a minute before coming back holding out a black sharpie like some kind of prize.

“What are you doing?” Saeran snorts, watching Yoosung set the marker down and then start tugging at his purple hoodie. Saeran glances away when Yoosung’s shirt catches inside the sweater, Yoosung’s stomach was soft and cute and not for him.

“J-just draw on me,” he stammers, losing his nerve. “It’ll, uh, you know it’ll be there for a day or so and I can get used to it and if I like it we can do, you know whatever you do to get a tattoo.”

Saeran laughs, “You still haven’t told me what you want though.”

Yoosung groans and flops back on the couch. “I don’t know,” he whines.

Saeran shrugs and grabs the marker with one hand, pushing Yoosung’s sleeve up with the other. “I’ll draw on you,” he says quietly, smirking, “but only to fuck with Jisu. I’m not, uh I’m not going to design something for you until you can tell me what you want though.”

“That’s the problem,” Yoosung sighs, “I know I want you to draw it I just don’t know what it is.”

Saeran has to hold Yoosung’s arm to keep his lines steady, and despite insisting to himself that he isn’t noticing he makes notes of all the places his fingers touch that make Yoosung jump. They talk quietly and Saeran avoids mentioning how short Jisu has been lately. Avoids asking how common it is for her to go to bed in the middle of a movie she’s picked.

He just focuses on the marker, on the lines, on making sure everything is symmetrical. He listens to Yoosung talk about school, about his study group and their game night. Despite everything he’d done Yoosung had been the first person besides his brother to be kind to him and Saeran liked that Yoosung didn’t expect him to carry on the conversation. He’d liked that Yoosung was just as happy to fill the silence as he was to have a back and forth.

He liked that when he did have something to say Yoosung was always ready to listen.

He listens while he worries that maybe this design isn’t going to be as tough as Yoosung wants. He hears Yoosung mention that his optometrist thinks he could maybe try contacts after his next surgery, he tries to make sure there are stars in the collection of shapes and patterns he’s carefully filling in on Yoosung’s arm. Tries not to notice how much muscle has formed since Yoosung started focusing more on the world outside of the internet.

He holds his breath when Yoosung smiles and runs off to check his arm in the mirror. “Wow Saeran,” he says, his eyes almost sparkle despite the low light of his apartment. “You know maybe you could do tattoos for a job, this is really cool.”

Saeran laughs, “It’s not the same thing Yoosung, it’s different than just drawing on someone.”

Yoosung shrugs. “I don’t know, I think you’d be good at it.”

“So do you think you want a real one still,” he says trying to shift the conversation away from himself.

Yoosung smiles. “I think maybe, this is really cool Saeran. You’re really talented.”

Saeran blushes and snaps the elastic on his wrist, he forces down the snide comment on the tip of his tongue and tries to come up with something better than thank you, but his phone chimes in his pocket and he knows it’s his brother, come to take him home. “I’m on my way down,” he mumbles into the phone and nods at Yoosung on his way out.

His brother is quiet in the car and Saeran can’t believe it but he’d rather he be talking. He keeps thinking back to Jisu, sometimes it was hard to sort out the feelings in his head but he’s almost certain he’s worried about her. He frowns and tries to decide if it’s worth bringing it up. It was probably just a few bad days, it was the end of the year, the kids in the classroom she worked in were probably rowdy, she was probably just tired.

But he was pretty sure she’d been off more often than not lately. He wished there was a way to ask about her without upsetting someone. Yoosung always seemed slightly defensive if he asked, and he couldn’t ask her directly. She’d never taken kindly to his concern, he could respect that, it probably seemed kinda shitty when the crazy guy was worried about you. He could ask V or Saeyoung, but they seemed more likely to humor him than actually do anything lately.

Still, maybe it was just his conditioning but he was concerned about her.

“Saeyoung,” he says breaking the silence.

“Oh are we talking today?” his brother chuckles.

“Nevermind,” he mumbles.

“Don’t be like that, Saeran, what’s did you want?”

“Have you talked to Jisu lately? She seemed weird tonight and—”

“Why do you do this to yourself,” Saeyoung sighs.

“What?” There’s an edge to his brother’s voice he’s not used to. Usually there’s a chuckle and a pat on the head and a I’ll talk to her even though Saeran is pretty sure he almost never follows through.

“I thought you were going to celebrate, why would you go to them when you know how it makes you feel?”

Saeran growls, he snaps his bracelet to keep from tugging on his hair. He clenches his jaw and inhales deeply through his nose. “I-I like spending time with Yoosung, he doesn’t treat me like glass.”

“It’s not spending time with Yoosung that worries me, it’s Jisu.”

“It’s fine.”

“You know you can’t have him why do you torture yourself?”

“I’m not—”

“Saeran, you don’t have to make it up to either of them, you know? They’ve forgiven you, you don’t have to do penance anymore.”

“That’s not what I’m doing,” he growls. Saeyoung thought everything was about repenting, about earning some kind of forgiveness. Well he was one to fucking talk.

“Are you sure?” his brother says softly as they pull into the garage.

He takes another deep breath, steadies his nerves and tries not to growl when he speaks. “Stop fucking projecting on me and have someone check on Jisu.”

Jisu had said she had plans. When they’d woken up that morning and he was watching her get dressed he’d asked her. He just wanted to know so he could plan his day, decide what and when to cook supper, should he come right home or run errands. Wanted to know how to plan his day. She’d said she was going to go home after work.

It was a full moon and the end of the year and the kids she worked with were all wound up. She said she was tired, she said she was going to go to her apartment and go to bed early. He’d be lying if he hadn’t been relieved, as guilty as it made him feel.

She’d been spending more and more nights at his apartment and as much as he cared about her, as much as he loved her, sometimes he needed a break. He’d felt more guilty on the bus home from his only class of the day when Saeran had texted him asking if he could come over.

And how could he say no when Saeran told him his news? Yoosung would have celebrated three days, or weeks, it didn’t matter. After everything he’d been through he was always ready to be proud of Saeran.

Still he felt guilty, Jisu demanded his attention. Attention he didn’t mind giving but it could be exhausting, especially with finals fast approaching. Saeran was happy just being in his space, he didn’t have to do anything when Saeran was over. He could study and Saeran would read or draw, Saeran never needed conversation, they could hang out for hours without speaking a word, and sometimes he thought Saeran almost preferred those days.

Saeran had been there for a few hours, and they’d just sat down to play video games when Jisu came through the door and things are tense for a little while. He’s not sure, maybe it’s just him. When she’d texted him on her way home she hadn’t mentioned changing her mind.

She’d taken the controller and he could see she was in a bad mood, he does his best to smooth things over, he knows she’ll apologize later, he also knows if he’s not careful they’ll argue before that. She’ll wait for Saeran to leave, she always does.

She would give him hell in front of Zen or the guys from his study group, call him out in front of Jaehee, she’d slapped him once in front of Jumin and V. But never in front of Saeran, short words were as close as it would get and lately it seemed like any time the three of them were together would lead to an argument.

So when he turned, spurred by a scene in the comedy she’d picked to watch, to ask Saeran about drawing a tattoo for him he was surprised to hear her lie. She had put the idea in his head and it hadn’t been a joke. Sure he was naive and sure sometimes people took advantage of that but not that naïve and she’d never taken advantage of it, not even when Seven egged her on.

She’d always had his back.

And then she gets up, in the middle of a movie neither he nor Saeran had any interest in, kisses him gently and goes to bed. They ignore the movie and he talks Saeran into drawing on him, since he won’t commit to drawing for him. When Saeran leaves he slips into the bathroom to take as many photos of the drawing as he can.

He loves it, Saeran had fast become his best friend, much to both of their surprise, and the drawing on his arm just proved how well Saeran knew him despite it being just under a year. At first he’d spent time with Saeran to prove a point to himself. That he wasn’t afraid, that no matter what Saeran had done to him he was strong.

But seeing Saeran in those early days had changed his mind, the man who’d hurt him didn’t exist, just a scared boy trying to look tough, something Yoosung could relate to. So he stopped trying to prove anything to himself and started trying to prove a point to Saeran. That he’d forgiven him.

The light is on when he approaches his bedroom and Jisu is sitting in his little twin bed on her phone. She smiles when she sees him and when he crawls in next to her she kisses him again. She kisses him like she had her own point to prove and Yoosung can taste peppermint on her tongue.

He pulls away and she smiles, “That’s cute baby,” her voice honey, “he did a really good job.”

“Have you been smoking?” He asks as her fingers intertwine with his.

“No,” she laughs as he pulls her hands towards his face.

“Jisu, I can smell the smoke on your hands,” he frowns, “that’s three times you lied today.”

“You’re exaggerating Yoosung, I smoked a cigarette, it was a bad day it’s not a big deal.” Her voice is still light, like she thinks he’s being ridiculous.

“Why did you lie to Saeran?” He asks.

“About the tattoo thing? I just didn’t want him to laugh at you, Yoosung,” and then she laughs.

“Like you are,” he says softly and she stops.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers.

He shakes his head, “You said you were going home, but then you came here and you were rude, and then you lied to Saeran even though you didn’t need to say anything, and now you lied about smoking,” Yoosung sighs and stands up. “Is there something wrong Jisu?”

Her face changes and she shrugs, “No, it’s nothing, nevermind.”

Yoosung lets out a breath in a huff and turns around. He didn’t want to do this tonight, to argue with her and have to beg her to stay and then listen to her cry while she apologized, to shoulder the blame. “OK then,” he says quietly blinking back his tears. “I’m go-going to sleep on the couch ok? See you in the morning Jisu.”

Suddenly she has him by the back of his shirt. “Don’t be stupid Yoosung. It was just a couple white lies I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”

“It’s fine,” he whispers trying to pull away as her arms slip around his waist.

“Come to bed,” she says softly, pressing kisses to his neck.

“It’s fine, go to sleep Jisu, I’m going to go play some LOLOL.”

The arms let him go and he braces himself. She shoves him and he stumbles forward a step. “Whatever,” she grumbles, “fine, do what you want I’m just trying to help you.”

He should keep moving, not let her get to him, she doesn’t mean it but he can’t help but turn and take the bait. “Help me how?”

“No, you’re right,” she says a wicked smirk on her face, “go on.”

He bites his tongue, they’d all been through a lot, he thinks about maybe calling Jumin in the morning, asking him to talk to V. He can’t bring up what happened to Jisu, he’d tried once and she’d disappeared for a week. He shakes his head and turns.

“I just don’t trust him with you,” she calls after him.

He doesn’t wake up when she leaves, he wonders if maybe she’d gone while he was on his computer with his headphones on. He can’t stop thinking about what she’s said but when he calls her there’s no answer. He calls Saeran but he knows he won’t get an answer from his best friend. Saeran almost never answered for anyone but V and Saeyoung.

No one is in the chatroom.

He makes himself breakfast. Things with Jisu only seemed to get worse. He cared deeply for her but he wonders if that’s enough anymore, if it’s the same thing as love. No he chides himself, it’s easy to think of leaving when things are tough and Jisu deserved more than that from him.

When his phone vibrates on the table while he’s eating he doesn’t even look, he just answers the phone.

“Yoosung,” Saeyoung sings, “my widdle Yoosung!”

“What?” Yoosung yawns.

“You don’t have plans today right?”

“I don’t know,” Yoosung shrugs.

“Come out come out wherever you are,” he calls.

Yoosung groans.

“I’m downstairs, I’ve got the biggest icecream cake I could find in my car, I know your girlfriend has top secret RFA stuff with the business boys today, so come help Saeran celebrate!”

I just don’t trust him with you. The words ring in his head. “Yes,” he answers shoving the last of his omelet in his mouth. “Be right down,” he says through the mouthful.

Saeran is still in his PJs when they get there, he stops and frowns before he flops down boneless on the couch. He runs a hand through his shaggy red hair and Yoosung smiles. “I guess you get to celebrate after all.”

“Your idea?” Saeran asks.

Yoosung shakes his head.

“Is everything ok with Jisu?” Saeran isn’t sure why he asks, where the filter between his brain and his mouth is. Normally it works over time when he’s around Yoosung. But Saeyoung is in the kitchen singing his stupid made up celebration song and he can’t help but wonder why Yoosung is alone.

Yoosung tenses for a minute and then smiles, “She’s just having a bad week at the school,” Yoosung shrugs, but he looks at Saeran’s eyebrows while he speaks rather than into his eyes.

“Do you put candles on a mental health cake?” Saeyoung yells from the kitchen.

“Fuck off” Saeran shouts back.

But he laughs when Saeyoung presents the huge party sized ice cream cake with 3 spoons and a dozen sparkles. It says ‘I don’t swim in your toilet so don’t pee in my pool’ on it and he’s singing his stupid congrats on being slightly less crazy song.

It takes them all day and it’s basically ice cream soup by the time they’re done. The coffee table is a mess and the three of them feel more than a little sick. Saeyoung is groaning and clutching his stomach dramatically with his head next to a puddle of melted icecream on the table. Sarean is sprawled along one end of the couch with one arm over his eyes and the other under his sweater rubbing at his gurgling stomach.

Yoosung is on the floor, head thrown back against the seat of the couch, swallowing another belch when his phone vibrates in his pocket.

“Baby,” Jisu whines on the other end, “I’m at your place, where are you.”

He fails at swallowing another belch.

“Did you have study group tonight?” She asks.

“No, I’m—”

“When are you coming home,” she asks following up with a sing song, “I’m cooking.”

He groans, “I’m at the bunker, I’m uh, I’m sorry we ate.”

He can hear the sound of her sucking on her teeth. “Oh.”

“You didn’t answer when I called,” he points out, “a-and Saeyoung just showed up, and—”

The phone is pulled from his hand and Saeyoung is walking away, chirping and cooing and playing the peace keeper. Saeran is walking away too, towards his room. Yoosung pushes himself up to sit properly on the couch, trying not to jump when Saeran’s door slams.

“Come on Yoosung,” Saeyoung says frowning at the empty spot where his brother was, “I’ll drive you home.”

Saeyoung is unusually quiet in the car.

“Sorry,” Yoosung says, he knows there’s nothing really to apologize for but he feels like he’s somehow ruined the day.

“For what?” Saeyoung says, cocking his head. Yoosung shrugs. When they stop outside his building Saeyoung holds his arm out keeping Yoosung there. “Is she like this a lot?” he asks quietly.

He shrugs again. “Sometimes,” he says quietly. “She just has bad days sometimes.”

Saeyoung sighs. “More lately?”

Yoosung is suddenly aware how close it is to the anniversary. “I guess,” he says carefully. “It’s not, she’s just grumpy you know?”

“Paranoid?” Saeyoung offers.

“No,” Yoosung shakes his head. But then he remembers, “I mean I guess maybe a little, she said she doesn’t trust Saeran with me?”

Saeyoung sighs.

“Which is weird right?” Yoosung asks, spurred on. If Saeyoung was worried that meant maybe it was more serious than a few bad days.

“Yoosung,” Saeyoung starts, and he can see the conflict on his face while he chooses his words, “do you know,” he pauses and fixes his glasses, “is she taking her medication.”

Yoosung frowns. He’d never seen Jisu take anything more than an edvil. He shakes his head slowly. “I don’t know, I—she’s never,” he runs his fingers through his hair, “I didn’t know she needed to.”

Saeyoung nods, “it’s ok Yoosung, it’s not a big deal, do you want me to come up with you?”

He bristles at the suggestion, that he can’t handle his own angry girlfriend. He shakes his head. It’s his fault, he could have left a message or tried to call her again or lied to Saeyoung and said he was busy and just not gone.

Saeyoung rolls down his window to tease Yoosung as he walks away and he’s not sure why but he turns and walks back to the car. “Why doesn’t she trust Saeran?” He asks. “I mean I’m not stupid but it can’t be that? Right? He’s come so far.”’

Saeyoung looks away, “You’re right it’s not about what happened to you in the mountain but,” he swallows, “if you don’t know I can’t say.”

Yoosung frowns at him.

“It’s nothing ok?” Saeyoung says sharply. “Don’t worry about it.”

The window rolls up, and Yoosung watches Seven drive away more confused than he was in the first place.

#mystic messenger #yooran #yoosung kim #saeran choi #luciel choi #mint eye mc

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BnHA Chapter 050: Hunting Down Villains

Previously on BnHA: Deku and Gran Torino had a fierce fucking fight, during which Deku successfully utilized One for All LIKE A MAN, bouncing all over the damn place and increasing his body’s strength and speed. It was very badass, and he even managed to graze Torino’s cheek, although he was tired out afterward. Over at the Villain Bar, Stain rassled with Tomura and lightly stabbed him a bit to test his mettle, and apparently he was impressed enough to hold off on killing him for now. Then he headed back to Hosu, presumably to fuck up Iida’s shit ffffff.

Today on BnHA: Deku and Gran Torino hop on a bullet train trip to do some training in the city. Iida’s field training mentor Manual warns him not to try anything stupid like hunting down the guy who maimed his brother. Stain and Tomura arrive in Hosu. Tomura is annoyed and craving some mayhem, so he goes and summons THREE FUCKING NOUMUS to go wreck some shit. Deku and Gran’s train is attacked by one and Gran flies off to fight it. Iida spots Stain about to kill a dude in an alley and ignores everything Manual said and goes to confront him, announcing that he’s the hero who’s come to take down Stain in his brother’s stead: Ingenium.

(As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’ve read up through chapter 123 now, so any ETAs will reflect that.)

apparently we’re already on day 3 of the internship! we’re also just about a quarter of the way through the whole series now which is also cool!

this chapter is titled “Kill ‘Em Dead” so. that promises to be fun

looks like Deku has gotten his ass kicked again. but he wants to keep going!

“time for phase two... the actual internship!” oh yeah, that. I was wondering if he was ever going to actually do something hero-related. he hasn’t gotten much in the way of practical day-to-day experience thus far

off they go to hunt down some villains

bad villains, really bad villains, talkative villains, mysterious villains, fabulous villains, lame villains, surprise villains, tragic villains... there are a lot

Deku doesn’t think his heart is ready for this. even though he already fought like three of the worst ones out there

even Gran points that out, and says this won’t even come close to how bad that was. well, good

(ETA: this just goes to show that YOU CAN’T SEE THE FUCKING FUTURE, GRAN TORINO)

apparently there isn’t enough crime in this quiet neighborhood, so they’re taking a taxi and then the bullet train

there’s a whole map explaining where they are in Japan, and I’m ashamed that I don’t know enough about the geography of Japan for it to mean much to me. I do know that Shibuya, where they’re headed, is basically the Times Square of Tokyo, though

apparently they’ll be passing through Hosu on their way, which gets Deku thinking about Iida again

he’s thinking to himself that maybe he’ll get in touch with him later, so clearly something terrible is about to happen

“meanwhile in Hosu City” oh lord. bracing myself

the guy Iida’s interning with is apologizing that things aren’t more exciting. but Iida says it’s better that way

because this guy was not, in fact, born yesterday, he finally asks Iida if he’s after the Hero Killer. since it’s pretty obvious that this kid, who recently tied for third place in the sports festival and is the younger brother of a bigshot like Ingenium, probably had a few more exciting prospects than his little agency

he’s telling Iida not to be motivated by personal grudges. I’m sure Iida will take all this to heart and drop the whole thing immediately

actually that’s interesting to hear that they don’t have authority to make arrests. basically they just capture the bad guys and then let the cops and the courts deal with it from there

(ETA: although the way this rule is applied at the end of this arc is frankly mind-boggling to me. it should have been “thank you, children, for apprehending this serial killer who’s been terrorizing the country, and for saving Apache Chief’s life. we’re incredibly grateful to you and so very sorry that we fucked up so badly our own selves so as to make your actions necessary to begin with.” but nooooo, they get chewed out for having the fucking gall to take action in a life or death situation. and they’re told their actions can’t ever be made public or else they’d have to be punished since they broke! the! rules!! oh gosh. really the cops just didn’t want to deal with this on top of everything else and this was the laziest way they could sweep it under the rug.

sorry for that impromptu rant lol.)

Iida says he appreciates the warning. like I said,this gives me a ton of confidence that he’ll just go ahead and let this go

he is staring off into the sunset and clenching his fist

this kid got bitten by the vengeance bug real bad

now we’re back on top of that water tower where Kurogiri first met up with Stain

for whatever reason, Tomura has decided to tag along

“sacrifices” oh lord

Stain says the title of “hero” should be reserved for only the truly great, and that too many of them are just in it for the money and are undeserving

(ETA: Stain’s Annoying Rant Counter: 4)

now he’s jumping off, presumably to go kill some more of those money-grubbing heroes

as soon as he’s out of earshot Tomura immediately starts dissing him

(ETA: it’s amazing how much I sympathize with Tomura in this arc)

but Kuro says the other cities Stain has appeared in have actually seen drops in their crime rate, and that it seems to tie in with “an increase in hero awareness”

Tomura’s like, great, isn’t that the exact opposite of what we, the evil villains, are shooting for

and he wants Kuro to bring out Noumu so they can go on their own rampage

wtf. Noumu who’s supposed to be in police custody right now?

yeep

oh my god, fuck you and your s-less plurals you stupid misleading sneaky Japanese language

so these guys just have Noumus by the barrel, just lying in wait ready to be used at a moment’s notice, then??

THREE FUCKING NOUMUS

one of the Noumus has FOUR FUCKING EYES because WHY NOT

so basically these guys are their fucking Sentinels

back to Deku and Gran on the train!

it’s going to be nighttime by the time they make it to Shibuya. awesome. Gran is happy because there should be more crime to put a stop to now

oh my god Deku is waiting for Iida to reply to his text. omg. I’m having a “millennial reads a gen z manga for the first time” moment once again

FIRST OF ALL, I didn’t post the panel right before this, but basically Gran is like, “ON YOUR PHONE AGAIN?! KIDS THESE DAYS,” and OH MY GOD. GRAN IS LITERALLY NINETY PERCENT OF ALL BABY BOOMERS I’VE EVER MET

SECOND, DEKU HAS HIS READ RECEIPTS ON BECAUSE HE DOESN’T TRUST HIS FLAKY CELLULAR NETWORK

THIRD, HE HAS A PICTURE OF ALL MIGHT AS HIS OWN TEXT AVATAR, I AM FUCKING DONE. FOREVER!!

also, Iida read that shit and didn’t say a damn thing. that’s some shady fucking shit, Iida. up to no good

(ETA: I would also like to take this opportunity to complain about this translation, because in this version Deku has abbreviated the word “you” as “u” and ARE YOU KIDDING ME Deku would never)

oh shit they’re making an emergency stop

IS IT VILLAINS, IS THE TRAIN BEING ATTACKED

...okay yeah, I would say that is a yes.

yep. same

oh SHIT, it’s the Noumus. of fucking course they got those guys rather than Stain

so Deku immediately recognizes the familiar exposed-brains-and-vacant-expressions aesthetic, but before he can do anything, Gran shouts at him to stay put. and now he’s springing off into action

fucking shit. even All Might was only just barely able to beat the last Noumu, and that was with him using his full power and then some

oh shit the train hasn’t stopped yet!

shiiiiit

DAMMIT GRAN YOU SAID THIS WOULDN’T BE AS BAD AS LAST TIME

so now Deku, looking out at the city which is aflame, realizes that they’re still in Hosu, and...

and now we’re cutting back to Iida and his pal. and his pal is telling him to get a move on and that they need to head toward the scene, but all of Iida’s attention seems to have become focused on this random dark alley nearby, and now he’s taking off in that direction

(ETA: what a fucking coincidence though that Stain just happens to be in the alley right next to them though. like, come on)

and it’s Stain... he’s looking towards the explosions? presumably? and complaining to himself that “that idiot” is being too flashy

so the explosions were what was drawing the attention of Iida’s hero pal, but Iida himself probably saw this guy. and just ran over without thinking

I mean, Stain’s clearly about to end this guy though

the poor hero dude apparently can’t move. just like Kurogiri in the last chapter

and Iida’s appearing in the frame behind Stain now

oh godddd

GHKHHKHFKH

LOOK AT THAT. GLASSES CAME FLYING RIGHT OFF. WHAT DID I FUCKING SAY EARLIER

now Stain is asking Iida who he is. does Stain not watch the U.A. Sports Festival broadcast along with the rest of the country

wow he’s telling Iida to leave

I left out “honorable villain” from my previous list of villain types, but this guy increasingly seems to fall under that category

(ETA: nope, already had him covered under “talkative villain”)

hoh boy Iida has his rage face on

but while he’s busy being dramatic, Stain cuts him off and points his katana right in his fucking face omg

he says he can tell from his eyes that he’s out for revenge. OH CAN YOU. YOU DON’T SAY. THOSE EYES, REALLY? THEY’RE SO FRIENDLY THOUGH

“watch your mouth or your age won’t be enough to save you”

I didn’t mention this before because I was too caught up in everything, but Stain must be the first ever person in history to look at Iida fucking Tenya and immediately think, “child”

maybe it’s the lack of glasses. if Iida still had his glasses on he’d have immediately been pegged as forty and would now be fucking dead

now Iida’s pissed off all over again because Stain doesn’t consider him a threat

look at this fucking monologue

IS HE GONNA TAKE HIS BRO’S NAME AFTER ALL OMG

HE TOOK HIS BRO’S NAME

and Stain is all “oh really? time to die then”

and the chapter ends

why are heroes so brave and stupid

BONUS:

oh cool, I think this is Iida’s hero pal and I was wondering what his name was

“Manual” omg. like manual as in training manual? instruction manual?

“favorite things: equilibrium.” favorite color: beige. favorite food: oatmeal. favorite musician: phil collins

I actually love him now and I hope we get to see him more and that he somehow manages not to become collateral damage during this arc

#bnha #boku no hero academia #makeste reads bnha #gran torino #midoriya izuku #stain (bnha)#shigaraki tomura #iida tenya #manual is the fucking best though #no pretensions to him whatsoever #just a simple guy living a simple hero life #favorite sport: golf #favorite word: the #favorite appliance: dishwasher

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