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Controversial Character Tournament Round 2: Blaine Anderson from Glee vs Barok Van Zieks from The Great Ace Attorney

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Propaganda under the cut, may contain spoilers:

Blaine Anderson:

LOVE: - "you know that post that's like "fandom will call a character evil and immature and then the character is just 15 yo" because that's what happens with blaine. he's just a sweet but socially inept kid with a lot of insecurities who's trying his best. compared to most glee characters he hasn't done anything wrong in his life. and yes he cheated on his boyfriend that one time, but he was super depressed afterwards (also this is glee literally every character has cheated and none have suffered as most as blaine because of it). in conclusion he's just a silly goose. my little princess <3"

HATE: (tumblr will not let me format this one bc its too long)

"A lot of people say he's the male Rachel Berry, and while I think that is absolutely a true statement, I actually don't mind his personality all that much. Literally everyone in Glee has a personality that ranges from inconsistent to downright horrendeus, so instead of talking about what he's like, here's some things he canonically does (buckle up, this'll be long): In season 2, when we first meet him, he's the leader of his school's showchoir. (redflag no.1/j) This gives him the freedom and authoritity to do a lot of stuff- not all bad, but he does serenade a closeted guy he doesn't know all that well, who works in costumer service AT HIS WORKPLACE, with a song about sex toys. (The guy in question ends up getting fired of course). He also gives some pretty hypocritical advice to his love interest, Kurt, about how he should try to blend in (hypocritical, cuz Blaine does the opposite and he's thriving under the attention), and he asks some insesitive questions, but those are all pretty excusable, or at least standard for Glee. In s3, him and Kurt are boyfriends, and he transitions school for him, which we could absolutely count as a decent thing, however it all kinda sours when he gets the part of Tony in the school's production of West side story. Why is this important? Kurt is a senior, and the performing arts university he's applying for is really competitive, so he needs all the extra curriculars and theatre experiance he can get. He asks Blaine to not aidition for Tony- which he agrees to- than promptly goes against that by singing one of Tony's songs at audition. He then gets offfered the role, doesn't turn it down, tells Kurt he should be happy for him, and honestly, BY GLEE STANDARDS, this is also pretty chill. Meanwhile: enter Sebastian Smythe, another contraversial character, who's now the new captain of Blaine's former showchoir, and who decides that either 1. Blaine is hot 2. Gonna use Blaine as an informat (His reasons are unclear tbh) Either way, he starts flirting with Blaine, who does end up rejecting his advances and telling him he's taken (though much later than it's probably ethical, idk tho, I'm aro). He (Blaine) really enjoys the attention though, so they end up keeping in touch. (Important for later.) Back to our main plot though; Blaime doesn't have sexual chemistry with his co-star, so the director tells him to lose his virginity (yes, you heared that right, it is fucked up). So he tries to sleep with Kurt, who of course, doesn't know that his boyfriend's sudden interest in him is due to directoral instructions. And then probably the most contraversial Blaine scene happens- see, Blaine, Kurt, and Sebastian (who Kurt hates with passion) end up going to this gaybar. Blaime gets drunk (though he only drinks one beer on screen, so we don't exactly know how drunk), and tries to sleep with Kurt in the parking lot. Kurt is visibly upset, and tells him no multiple times. Blaime doesn't oblige, and Kurt ends up shouting at him, which Blaine...doesn't take well, and blames Kurt, then leaves by foot. (They end up having sex by the end of this episode btw. No, Kurt still doesn't know about the directoral instructions. Whether he does it out of love or fear that Blaine will leave him is unclear) So we already know these two are not very good at boundries and communication, but the writers say they're "soulmates" so apperantly it's okay? Anyway, this all culminates in cheating incident no.1, where Kurt meets a guy whom he shares similar interests with, and who gives him some very cheesy compliements. They exchange numbers, and text a lot. Blaine doesn't like this. He checks their texts in secret, and then sings a song in front of the entire Glee club about how he's being cheated on, to humiliate Kurt.

Kurt insists it's not cheating, giving the example that Blaine's doing the same/used ro do the same with Sebastian. Blaine says "that's different" and they leave it at that. Kurt apologises via song. S4- Kurt moves to New York. Has to work a lot, since rebt is high, and also gets an internship at vague, so he's quite busy. Blaine feels ignored, so he cheats on him with some guy we only see the facebook profile of. They break up. S5- Blaine has a crush in this other guy, Sam. (He's been trying to get Kurt back, so him moving on is a big deal). Except gay marrige gets legalized, and Blaine decides to propose to Kurt. So he gets back together with him, then bot a week later he arranges a huge public proposal where it'd honestly just be plain emberassing to say no, but dontcha worry, because Kurt accepts. They move to New York together. Blaine becomes insecure, because Kurt gets ripped thanks to his fencing lessons, meanwhile he lrts go of himself a bit, enjoying all the fine food New York has to offer. His reaction to this is to try manipulating/tricking Kurt into eating copious amounts of food too. (To be fair, Kurt's reaction to the situation isn't perfect either, but this is not about him, their actions can co-exist without one of them necessarily having to be "the right one") S6- Kurt breaks up with Blaine. Blaine ends up going back to Ohio, and dating the guy who bullied, non-consensually kissed, than threatened to kill Kurt. (The guy did have a redemption arc, but I still dunno how to feel) You might be wondering- "wow, this was so lpng and extensive", and you'd be right but also this was mostly romantic relationship centric. There's also a lot of stuff Blaine says to his friends that make me question my sanity, but this is Glee, so that's every character in basically every episode. What makes me hate Blaine isn't even JUST all this- it's the fact that in universe, he almost never gets called-out, people take his side, it's as if the writers are condoning his actions, and I Don't Like That. I'm all for liking morally grey, or even morally dispicable characters, as long as their actions don't get excused. Hell, I started out just mildly disliking Blaine, but a lot of people paint him as innocent and pure, and that didn't feel right. Then I was ready to like him BECUASE of his questionable morality- but turns out, the guy doean't have much else going on besides this. His personality is almost the same as Rachel, except Rachel's more...full? If that makes sense? Blaine is just...bland. And inconsistent, and boring, and I just Do Not Like Him At All."

Baron Van Zieks:

LOVE: - "man's 6'4", british, looks like a vampire, took a mental health break for 5 years thanks to the dead bodies that cropped up after he lost in court, and is uhhhhhh kinda racist which is a key part of his character. the explanation for it is divisive but he does grow as a character eventually?? i think he's fun. there's a bonus case exclusive to the 3DS version of the games where he mentions he was almost poisoned in one of the first cases he ever handled. he objects with his leg. he brings wine into court but rarely drinks it. he has bats in his office. we have no idea where the scar on his face came from. his voice actor did a subway commercial. i think he wants to believe he is the sane one in the courtroom but that title belongs to the 16 year old judicial assistant for the defense." - "I love to hate him tbh!!! He's a complex interesting character tied up in things outside of his control and being used by the antagonist to hurt people, isolated due to his grief and rumors from the public. He also sucks SO fucking bad and I want to punch him. Lovingly. But I love him I promise."

#poll #round 2 #barok van zieks #blaine anderson #ace attorney #the great ace attorney #glee #2 submissions

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abruisedmuse · 6 months

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I'm almost done with my acotar reread. I'm on acofas and I have thoughts. Yes, these are most likely unpopular and, most importantly, my opinions.

1. I don't like Rhys or Feyre. I know I've been back and forth on Rhys on liking him and not. I understand why now. I appreciate him from a morally grey standpoint and the healing journey Feyre goes through. Their love story is good not great just good. Beyond on that I couldn't careless.

2. Acotar is her weakest series. I know it's romance based. far more than tog or cc. Perhaps that's the issue. I'm not sure. But her writing, in general, is stronger in tog and cc

3. I've been rereading all sjm books in anticipation of hofas with my friend Rachel(@nighteyed) Throughout our long discussions, I'm taking Azriel out of the doghouse I put him in. No, that doesn't mean I agree with his bonus scene it still rubs me the wrong way and will call out his faults like I do every character. But he's alright.

4. Tamlin is 100% a red flag. But the male is depressed af and the ic should just leave him alone. What happened UTM broke him too. And changed him. Locking up Feyre, going to Hybern, and acting like a dickhead at the highlords meeting were fucked up. Him reacting over Feyre's letter in acomaf was not. When she left she couldn't read or write.

5. Eris made mistakes in the past but deep down I think he's a better male than alot of the fae. And also. Make Azris canon Sarah. Do that and I'll forgive so lorcan did.

6. I haven't liked Mor since I first met her and I still don't

7. Cassian is the superior bat boy. I said what I said.

8. It's so sad seeing how Nesta was improving in acowar. How she began changing, helping. That bite and coldness she started off with was going away and then she watched her father die. Her mate almost die, and killed Hybern. It broke her and you can see the shift in her immediately after the battle.

9. What did Elain and Lucien talk about before he left Velaris?? Speaking of them. What happened between acowar and acofas. I need answers Sarah.

10. Because I feel like I need to round this out lmao. I think the whole line Elain says to Cassian about it wouldn't take much to kill him isn't foreshadowing. He almost died three times in the series. Once in acomaf, twice in acowar. She was merely stating that he throws himself into battles to protect others without a thought to himself, and if he's not careful, it could end him. It's also possible she just saw a vision at the battle of hybern.

#feysand #nessian #elucien #jassa #azris #feyre archeron #Rhysand #nesta archeron #cassian #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #eris vanserra #azriel #jurian #vassa #tamlin #acotar

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moonnue · 7 months

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Cheeky Little Pup

Astarion x Tav / Astarion x Reader (2nd Person POV)

Rated M! Contains use of a certain dog collar, a hint of electrostimulation, and begging (but as a "joke")

Word Count: ~2k

Summary:

Why the Hells did you dig up that grave? For fun? Because all you did was disturb the resting place of a very nice dog named Myrna. And then you took the poor creature's collar. And THEN you SULLIED it, using it to get your sick kicks with your vampire fwb! Are you happy? Are you proud of yourself? 'Cuz I am.

Notes:

yes i mention pavlov's dog this is FANTASY pavlov and his FANTASY dog. just like how this is FANTASY costco, where all your dreams come true (got a deal for you! it's astarion in a dog collar woof)

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You don't know what possessed you to dig up that grave. Grave digging wasn't a hobby of yours, much less was it even a guilty pleasure that poked at the corner of your mind every now and then. So why you should think it, and give in to that feeling, is beyond you. Perhaps it was just the mystery of it. The great Arcane Tower looming over you, coupled with the unassuming nature of the grave that was so lovingly marked. There must be treasures to be found here, right?

Unfortunately, all you dug up was the skeletal remains of a very large dog and an equally large dog collar that now hung loosely from its bony neck. You took the collar to examine it, finding runes inscribed into the leather. It also held a tag, the name 'Myrna' carved delicately into it. While at first you were charmed by the thing, smiling at the love this beast must have had in its lifetime, it did not take long for a devilish idea to pop into your head. With a snicker, you bounded over to the vampire in your party.

"Try it on!" You cheer as you hold the collar aloft to Astarion.

"I'm not some pet." He spits, but that doesn't deter your enthusiasm.

"Of course you're not!" You assure him as you jingle it again. "But look how lovely it is. I think you'd look so dashing!"

He narrows his eyes at you, and behind the annoyance is the tell-tale sign of the man giving in. Traveling this long with him has given you an advantage. You know just how to butter him up; you even couple your words with a few blinks of your big, round eyes. When he still doesn't say anything, you press further, "Just for a little while? Please, Astarion?"

It's the begging that gets to him, finally relenting with a click of his tongue. "Fine, give it here." You squeal with delight, practically skipping behind him to fasten the thing about this throat. You do it just tight enough to be a proper accessory.

"I was right!" You say as you come around to face him again. "You are dashing!" The actual word that comes to mind is 'cute,' but you don't think that's the proper term to use if you wish to make him buckle. He seems happy enough by this choice of word, posing ever so slightly as a hand bobs his short curls.

"I'm always dashing, darling."

Astarion keeps his word, wearing it as your party explores the tower. Along the way, you cannot help but steal glances at him. It's something he notices (and something you wanted him to notice) because he grins and flashes his collared neck at you from time to time.

Eventually, you find yourselves on a floor that looks particularly lived in. Or, at least, once was, considering the deterioration of the building. There is a bed, moth-chewed, and next to it, a crumbling bookcase. In the corner is a rickety table, covered in yellowed papers and long dried-out pens. And by the window, within arms reach of the old chair, is a rather plain-looking button.

It has obviously not been pressed in a very long time. It is dusty, rusted around the edges where it meets the wall. You look it over curiously, and once more are possessed by something that makes you act instead of think. Using but one little finger, the button depresses.

"Ah!" Comes a shocked moan from behind you. You're turning your head, shocked yourself, to look at Astarion as he says, "I don't know what you did, but it made my neck piece vibrate."

There's a moment of silence that stretches between the members of your party as you look at each other. He notices the button then, and with wide eyes, meets your gaze again. You motion to it with a nod, glancing quickly between him, the button, then back to him as you wiggle the criminalistic finger. Astarion catches your drift with a smirk.

"Go on." He says.

Watching him eagerly now, you press the button once more. Once more, he moans-- a bit over the top this time, but that wrinkle in his furrowed brow is one you recognize as sign enough that he's truly enjoying himself. A wicked smile splits your cheeks as you move to press it again.

"Can you two not do this?" interrupts Shadowheart, who is an unfortunate and unwilling participant in your game. "We don't have the time for you to just... flirt."

"Yeah." Karlach agrees. Her hand rubs awkwardly at the back of her neck. "You two are adorable, don't get me wrong. But this? It's a bit much."

Your smile does not falter as you speak to your other companions. Your tone is light, all in good fun. "You guys don't have to be here for this. There are plenty of other floors for you to explore."

"May I reiterate: we do not have time." Shadowheart urges. Her hands are placed squarely on her hips while she chastises you. "We have better things to do."

"I cannot think of anything better to do than this." Astarion disagrees. When he looks at you, there's a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. One that convinces you to give the button another press.

He moans again, louder this time, the sound much more depraved. He makes a big show of it as he stretches his arms out to the ceiling. The performance makes both Shadowheart and Karlach grimace, which only makes you laugh.

"Like I said. Plenty of other floors." "Five minutes." Shadowheart hisses as she shows you her palm. "Five. No more. That's all you're getting, and you're done." With that, she turns on her heel and trudges towards the staircase.

Karlach only says, "Have fun, you two!" before she follows after the girl. Once the two are out of sight, you beckon Astarion over, who quickly obliges.

"What a curious device." He muses aloud, studying it. The two of you are sitting together on the floor before it. Astarion asks, "Whatever is it for?"

"I think it's a food dispenser." You point to the evidence-- a nearby dog bowl with dried up bits of chow placed beneath a pipe. This makes Astarion's eyebrows shoot up.

"And it vibrates because...?"

"Classic Pavlov's dog. Dog gets shocked, dog gets hungry. Dog eats!"

"Hm..." he seems to be considering your explanation seriously. "I don't think I'm getting it. Why don't you press that button again, see if it can't get my brain juices flowing?"

"Yeah, sure, if you think it will help." You say just as nonchalantly, in spite of your twitching lips. When you press the button yet again, his reaction this time is much more subdued. There is but a hint of a rumble in his throat as you watch his lashes flutter.

"Oh, love. You simply must try this." He's already reaching up to undo the clasp. You laugh heartily, wiggling with excitement.

"Yes! Please, Master!" In a playful high-pitched voice, posing silly like a dog, you're only joking. You even add a little bark for good measure, laughing just after. But when he doesn't react right away, your skin prickles with uncertainty. You blink at him, trying to gauge his reaction through his blank expression. "Sorry, too much?" You chuckle, feeling slightly embarrassed that you got ahead of yourself.

It's still a moment before he responds, staring at the ground as though deep in thought. He finally responds in a shuddering breath, "Actually? Strange as it is, that's actually doing something for me."

You roar with laughter, leaning back on your heels, clapping your hands. "Why am I not surprised!" You bellow, amusement echoing off the cracking walls around you. Once you're calm again, you say, "Put that collar on me and we can see how far this goes."

He does just that, tightening the leather about your throat, perhaps slightly tighter than you had set for him. You look up at him with one raised eyebrow, and he simply responds with a smirk. "There." He retracts his hands, leaning with a thumb to the button. "And now..."

The thing about your neck vibrates. It’s the barest touch of an electric shock stinging at your nerves. It's more the surprise of it that gets you, makes you flinch and squeak out a little, "Ah!" Your hands reach instinctively for your throat, fingers gently grazing the leather and its carvings. You shiver ever so slightly.

"And?" says Astarion after a pause, letting you catch your wits. "Thoughts?"

"Oh, it's delightful." You breathe, more joking than serious. You bat your lashes at him just as you had earlier and plead, "Another, master?"

He laughs as he leans an elbow on the window sill. He regards you lazily, looking you up and down. "That's a dangerous trick you've picked up there. I'm a little frightened."

"Aw, come on!" You laugh too, and strike some ridiculous pose. "I'm just a sweet little thing! Wouldn't hurt a fly!"

"Is that so?" He sets a cheek to his fist as he stares you down. "If that's the case, give me another. Beg like the cheeky little pup you are."

He's only joking-- or, at least, you think he's joking, considering the fun you two are having. But the words, coupled with the natural husk of his tone, send a buzz through you that is definitely not from the collar. It snakes through your system, striking like lightning between your hips. The physical reaction you show is subdued, but it's enough. He grins widely once he realizes.

"Oh! So it's like that, then!" He chirps, positively delighted by the discovery.

"Wait!" You show your palms in mercy. Your cheeks are burning. "Sorry, I didn't think--! I mean, I didn't mean to--!"

"It's quite alright, sweetheart." He assures you. "We can't always help what turns us on." Astarion gives his shoulders a little shake, settling into his seat by the window. "Speaking of, I'd love to hear you beg again."

Well, now you're embarrassed. Before it was all fun and games, but it got a little too real a little too fast. He's got you squirming.

"Come now," he whines, but there's a bit of playfulness returning to his voice that makes you perk up. "Just one more? For me?" It's his turn to bat his lashes at you, and the sight makes you giggle. "Make it a good one. Make it count."

He knows just how to butter you up, making you smile and only slightly forget the heat pooling between your thighs. You know giving in to his demand is only going to make it worse, but you can't resist playing with him. Oh well, you think. You're here for a good time, not a long time!

You curl your fingers, wrists going limp and becoming feigned paws. Already he's laughing as you bring them to your chin. You're happy to further break the tension, but most of all, it pleases you to make him smile. To hear him laugh. All of it, in the end, is worth it just for that alone.

"Please, master? Make me feel good again."

You swear you can see just the faintest dusting of pink on his pale cheeks. You chew at your lip to suppress a chuckle. Still, that look he's giving you isn't one of shame. He's loving the little show you're putting on for him.

"Very good." He praises, and then presses the button.

The vibration is nothing but a tickle, yet the sensation that jolts down your spine is enough to give you a full-body shiver. It makes the both of you laugh.

"Alright, enough fun." You say, working to remove the collar from your neck.

"Boo." Is all he says, but stands up in agreement.

You place the collar down upon the old desk, giving it a light tap as you leave it there. Astarion and you head towards the stairs, and as you descend, you call out to tease your compatriots waiting somewhere down below: "You guys making out?!"

#astarion #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #my writing

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catcas22 · 4 months

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What do you think Shabriri's motivation was for doing The Thing? Was he depressed Allant ass motherfucker that decided for everyone else that annihilation of life was a better outcome? Was he a fundamentalist that gone mad and decided to actually turn Law of Regression to results? Did he just find Fingerprint Shield and said 'yes king' like instant +99 Insight? Was he just too curious to NOT touch the thing he knew was dangerous? Did he believe he could somehow control this power and took the risk (that of course went wrong, since it "destroys all thought")? And all this under assumption that he knew that being accursed would unleash Frenzied Flame- that I think is reasonable, but still there are various ideas

First off, sorry for the delay. I got hit with a deadly combination of too many other projects and no motivation for any of them. But I've had this in the back of my mind, rotating.

I'll start with what we know for sure about Shabriri.

Shabriri's Woe

Disturbing likeness of a man whose eyes have been gouged out. The corners of his mouth are upturned in an almost flirtatious manner.

Constantly attracts enemies' aggression.

It is said that the man, named Shabriri, had his eyes gouged out as punishment for the crime of slander, and, with time, the blight of the flame of frenzy came to dwell in the empty sockets.

Howl of Shabriri

Incantation originating from the maddening Three Fingers.

Releases a maddening shriek that causes madness buildup in foes nearby. This incantation also causes madness buildup in the caster and makes enemies more likely to target them.

It is said that the sickness of the flame of frenzy began with Shabriri, the most reviled man in all history.

What we know for sure: The FF indwelt Shabriri after his slander and subsequent blinding, and the sickness that is the manifestation of the FF began with him. The wording isn't 100% clear here -- he could be literally patient zero, or he could be the originator/creator of the sickness.

Now, on to what we know for sure about the Flame of Frenzy.

Via Hyetta's questline, we can hear the FF's description of itself. Surely quite biased, but a look at the FF's beliefs and goals should be illuminating.

[Hyetta relaying FF's words] "All that there is came from the One Great. Then came fractures, and births, and souls. But the Greater Will made a mistake. Torment, despair, affliction... Every sin, every curse. Every one, born of the mistake."

"And so, what was borrowed must be returned. Melt it all away, with the yellow chaos flame. Until all is One again."

[Hyetta speaking] "Those who gave me grapes howled without words. Saying they wished they were never born. Become their lord. Take their torment, despair. Their affliction. Every sin, every curse. And melt it all away. As the Lord of Chaos."

"No more fractures...no more birth..."

Frenzied Burst

Releases concentrated blasts of the yellow flame of frenzy from the caster's eyes. Charging enhances potency, enabling the blasts to penetrate the enemy's guard.

In times past, every single person who attempted to control the flame of frenzy succumbed to madness after a desperate internal struggle. This incantation is testament to a meager victory.

Nomad Ashes

A member of a tribe that was entombed in the earth so as to bury the maddening disease that followed them. Able to emit the terrible flame of frenzy from his eyes, but has low HP and is frail, unable to take much in the way of punishment.

Nomadic Merchant's Set

These merchants once thrived as the Great Caravan, but after being accused of heretical beliefs, their entire clan was rounded up and buried alive far underground.

Then, they chanted a curse of despair, and summoned the flame of frenzy.

Fingerprint Stone Shield

A great stone shield with an intricately carved fingerprint design. One of the heaviest of all greatshields. Part of the tomb of an ancient god, the Readerless Fingers relayed their message through these imprints, said to be the very seeds from which frenzy first sprouted.

Note: The Lord of Frenzied Flame

"Beneath Leyndell, at the very bottom lies our lord, lord of the frenzied. The Three Fingers who holds us in thrall."

This is where I start to get my wires crossed. The Fingerprint Stone Shield is found in the catacombs leading up to the Three Finger, and it is specifically said to be a part of the FF's tomb. It seems reasonable to assume that after being walled up alive, the nomads found the tomb and, in their desperation, came to worship the FF. However, the Nomad Ashes description states that the caravan was entombed because of the sickness (presumably the effects of Frenzy) that they were afflicted with.

My best guess is that the nomads were not originally afflicted by the FF. They were instead falsely accused of such by Shabriri (his infamous crime of slander).

There's also the distinct possibility that the nomads worshipped or were at least aware of the Three Finger before their entombment and subsequent fall to Frenzy -- one of their notes describes the Three Finger as "our lord," while in the same breath saying that it holds them "in thrall." There's also the fact that the nomads chanted a specific curse to summon the FF. It was a deliberate act, not simply a byproduct of their despair.

So, my proposed sequence of events:

Shabriri finds the tomb of the Three Finger, reads the shield, and for whatever reason decides that this is a good avenue to pursue. He accuses the nomad caravan, who might have already been associated with the FF or might have just been an easy scapegoat. The caravan is buried alive, and in their despair they summon the FF. When Shabriri's slander is discovered, he is blinded, after which he is indwelt by the FF.

That leaves us with the question of Shabriri's motive. If my timeline is correct, he did not fall to despair and frenzy until after his blinding, and therefore after his slander of the nomads. So why was he originally trying to manufacture a situation that would lead to the summoning of the FF?

I think we can rule out his stated motivation right away -- he doesn't care about saving Melina or any other maiden. If you follow his instructions, Hyetta burns. Even if you use Miquella's needle to purge the FF, you still have to sacrifice at least one innocent life to follow Shabriri's path.

It's possible that Shabriri shares the same motives as the FF itself -- namely, freshman-philosophy-student nihilism. According to the FF, speaking through Hyetta, life itself is an abomination. Existence will always entail a degree of suffering, and therefore it would be better if nothing existed at all. Never mind all the people who believe that their lives are worth living, regardless of the suffering involved.

This is probably the most straightforward answer. Shabriri strikes me as the r/im14andthisisdeep type who would be taken in by such a philosophy.

There's one other option, one that I don't quite feel I have all the pieces to. The line about eye-contact being the highest form of intimacy sticks out to me. And despite my reasoning above, something about Shabriri's temptation feels more personal than the corrupted nihilism of the FF.

I wonder if Shabriri is driven by a need for connection, long since perverted and twisted into something wholly malicious. If all that divides and distinguishes is burned away, if individualism is abolished, what is left aside from togetherness, absolute forced intimacy, the complete destruction of the idea of separation? While this hits a very disturbing chord for me, it doesn't quite feel like a complete thought. Just a suggestion, I suppose.

Once again, I apologize for how long this took. Have a merry Christmas!

#elden ring #answered asks #shabriri #frenzied flame

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thedawningofthehour · 8 months

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didn't you say you were making Draxum's house in the sims? Did you ever finish? :(

So I whined about this on my main blog, but I'm having issues with my computer. The power port, and I've noticed this for a while, gets extremely hot whenever I try to run anything more intensive than Powerwash Simulator, and the past few months it's become harder and harder to get it to charge. (I'm not overclocking or anything-I bought this computer for gaming and made sure it had the specs to run shit like my heavily modded Skyrim and Fallout, it should be able to run Sims) I contacted Acer about a repair and they quoted me over eight hundred dollars. The actual computer was about 1200-1300, for comparison. There's other issues with it as well-there's a chip on the screen that's really obvious on a white background, and they advertised that it would support a second hard drive, but it's never recognized the one I bought. The power port is the most grievous though, and power ports on laptops are notoriously hard to repair.

And this computer isn't old. I bought it last spring. Less than a year and a half-and I've barely been gaming on it because I've been writing this, so I spent over a thousand dollars on a turtles fanfiction machine essentially. (there's been other reasons, depression funk caused a complete disinterest in gaming and after so many mass shootings I've started feeling guilty whenever playing games with guns, but writing is mostly what I've been using this expensive gaming PC for) I only had the one-year warranty that came with the computer, but honestly I can't find it in myself to regret that too much because I have never once had a company actually honor a warranty. It's like safety deposits on apartments or insurance claims-they'll do everything they can to weasel out of doing what they're supposed to.

So back to your question-I currently don't trust my computer to run the Sims. Or anything else. And I can afford to buy another gaming PC right now, but it would be financially pretty irresponsible. I returned the tablet I bought to draw with, and I think I'm going to get one of those two-in-one laptop/tablets so I can use it for drawing and writing. Maybe I'll be able to run the Sims 4 on that-it doesn't have to run great, I use it mostly as a building simulator. Kind of sucks though, Crusader Kings 3 came out with another expansion pack and the new Cities Skylines is coming out this fall, plus I've been getting a hankering to play Skyrim again.

But enough about my computer woes, I do think I have some screenshots I could show...

First floor, I apparently took these during the first round of building because I made a lot of changes. The lab is way bigger now, and I have the rest of the house shell done. The blank space in the back right is where I was going to put in the multi-story room where the turtles find the weapons-which is probably the least completed part of the entire house because holy hell the building controls do not want to work with me.

But in the back left you can see Cass and Gale's rooms! :)

I do like how the main hallway turned out. I know it was mostly destroyed on Creation Day, but let's just say Draxum redid it in the same style. The middle picture, that's the little storage room that hides the door to the part of the house where Gale's room is. If you know the Sims you can tell where the secret door is.

And yes, I know the half-walls under the stairs look ridiculous, I've fixed it since then. I couldn't just extend the half-wall all the way back because it would delete the upper staircase, for some reason.

I'm pretty proud of how the living room is turning out. Could be a little bigger, but the symmetry of the bookshelves are just too perfect. (also the curved walls get fussy, FUCK CURVED WALLS) Needs some clutter on the mantle though.

The kitchen no longer looks like this, I moved around a lot of the pictures and added another layer of cabinets, because Draxum probably has like six sets of fine china he's received as gifts throughout the years and refuses to part with. I added more retro-looking décor, because the last time he remodeled this room was in the sixties and I wanted it to look a little old-fashioned. I also imagine he refuses to get an electric stove, saying his mystic wood-burning stove works just fine. I tried to work a pantry in, but it didn't really pan out. (lol) And the more I think about it, he probably has a legit larder somewhere in the basement, since Draxum is from a time before refrigeration and would have grown up storing food in underground cellars. (and he deffo has like several years worth of food stored away, he's pretty much a doomsday prepper)

This is also incidentally the layout of the kitchen at my old house, hence the weird octagon dining area. Except we had windows. With no curtains. In the woods. It was unsettling to cook at night.

Draxum's study is bigger now, and I think I added a fireplace? He absolutely has eight bazillion degrees and awards and he puts them ALL on his wall. He earned that shit, dammit.

His bedroom's nothing to write home about. It's comfortable, not luxurious. There's no electric lights because he prefers candlelight.

Just imagine that white bathroom counter stained with pink splotches from Draxum's hair dye.

I had BARELY done anything with the pool, but as you can see it is indeed a tank. Draxum was planning to keep a mutant or something in there.

I was actually in the process of redoing the entire greenery lol, but I think I did an okay job on 1.0. Not the mason jar lamps though, I'm not sure what I was thinking there.

Some pictures of Lab 1.0. The ooze-vine-thing looks terrible; I straight up haven't even started to recreate it in 2.0. I pushed back Draxum's alchemy area and gave him an actual medical bay in the back, which is where The Table would have been located.

That's mostly Gale's area on the left, I think it still broadly looks this way? I didn't put in stuff like the robotics table because it just looked silly-and besides, we're not actually playing this build. We know Galois only needs two hands and a welder to make a robot.

I will leave you off with a slightly more clutterfied Gale's room! Oh, but also, I GOT PURPLE CC CURTAINS FOR HIM. :D After I took this picture, but just know he has them now. He has no reason to have them because he does not have a window, but I'm happy for him.

#okay i did not intend to spend an hour doing this #i was gonna post the next chapter tonight but i don't think that's going to be happening no #not much of a surprise it needed a lot of work and i've been dragging my heels on it #doth asks

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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 3 months

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Fickle Warmth in a Freezing Storm

Hi! I love all your fics so so much, especially how you write Merlin and Arthur! I don’t know if you’re still taking prompts but if you are (and if you’re comfy writing it, no pressure!) could you do a self harm one where Merlin wants to cut but instead he scratches / accidentally-on-purpose burns himself or some such? And the knights and Arthur have to explain to him that that counts as self harm and maybe he gets upset because he’d thought he was doing so well by not giving in to the urge? Obviously only if you want to, thank you for all your lovely writing <3 – anon

Hey, I have a Merlin prompt if you’d like it: a magic reveal happens around the same-ish time that the knights and Arthur find out that Merlin’s suicidal, so when they start keeping a close eye on him he gets the wrong idea and thinks they don’t trust him because of his magic. Cue Merlin getting even more depressed and pushed closer to the edge. And maybe when he realises what they were really doing, he can’t understand why they don’t want him to go through with it? If you want to write it, thank you in advance <3 – anon

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Warnings: depressed character, suicidal thoughts, suicide attempt, self-harm

Pairings: merthur

Word Count: 3871

The snow bites into his cheek. The wind carves his cheekbone as he hunches his too-small shoulders. The cloak wrapped haphazardly around his neck flaps and snaps in the gale, threatening to choke him. He can’t even summon the strength to grit his teeth.

Undead legs move on.

“You have magic.”

The first words he remembers upon waking, enough to send a jolt down his spine. He flinches and promptly cries out as his limbs shudder painfully.

“Hold still,” he hears the voice bark, and forces himself prone. “That’s better.”

He blinks a few times and Arthur’s stern face swims into view. In an instant, his heart sinks. This isn’t how he wanted Arthur to find out—to know just how badly Merlin’s betrayed him for years. He can only hope that the King is still the man he’s been privileged to know, and won’t run a dying man through on his deathbed.

Belatedly, he realizes that Arthur is expecting some form of an answer.

“Yes,” he croaks with a ruined voice, “yes, I have magic.”

Arthur’s jaw works. “Can you heal with it?”

“Y-yes. I can try.”

He nods sharply and jerks his chin towards Merlin’s front. With great effort, he moves his head just enough to see the bandages wrapped around his forearms.

“Fix it.”

Another sickness curdles in the base of Merlin’s stomach, but he dare not disobey.

“Yes, sire.”

***

He stopped being able to feel his legs…hours? Days? Weeks ago? He doesn’t know anymore. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is that he keeps going.

The storm howls in his ears, more knife-like gusts of wind cutting through his tunic, to his skin, to his bones. The ache of the gale against the weak skin of his face gets icy fingers underneath and pulls, trying to pick him apart, piece by piece.

He long ago lost the ability to shiver.

***

The knights shadow him now. Gone are the days where he could hope to walk through the castle unattended, instead armored footsteps and blood-red cloaks trail his every movement. Out of pity or mercy, he cannot decide which, it is the Knights of the Round Table who form his constant guard.

He surprises himself by being able to deal with the stoic quiet of Elyan and Percival, even the almost sullen nature of Lancelot. Gwaine’s change is more difficult: harsher orders and rougher touches belie just how much his betrayal has shaken the core of the knights, how he catches Gwaine looking at him only when he thinks Merlin can’t see.

He wishes Gwaine would shout, strike, do something more, but why should he deserve the catharsis of punishment?

No, the worst of them all is Leon.

***

Snow piles up and sticks to his legs as he limps into the oncoming storm. Each step weighs him down more, the slight difference in temperature acting like cement as the misshapen things he once called feet gain more and more with every inch he gains. The storm aches to swallow him, he can feel it in each ravenous howl. Louder. Hungrier. With mocking and euphoric fury. It’s agonizing and bloodcurdling and he hasn’t enough blood left in his ears to curdle.

He has a fleeting, hysterical wonder about whether he might taste good.

***

Leon notices. Leon has always noticed, has always been far cleverer than Merlin, in his arrogance, had ever expected.

Gaius was right, his foolishness did bring about his demise.

The worst part of Leon’s perception is that he thwarts Merlin’s attempts to do them all a favor. With the others, it was easy to stumble into a door, graze himself on the sharp metal. Or wander too close to a passing animal and receive a bite on his shoulder. Or even when polishing the swords, not that they ever let him handle such sharp objects for very long, to just let his fingers slide against the edge and whet his selfish appetite just once more.

Leon sees. Leon always sees.

The hand that guides him from the walls is devastatingly tender. The words that still the unsuspecting animal are brutally soft. The look that he gives him when he takes the sharp objects out of reach flays him far more effectively than the keenest blade.

Leon is, at his core, an honorable man, and that will haunt Merlin for his every waking moment from this until his last.

He tries once, to flee. He does not use his magic, because he is a coward and his magic has always been more loyal to those who deserve it. He breaks from Leon’s gaze and sprints for the abandoned corridor, heart in his throat, lungs burning.

He barely makes it three steps.

If it were just the press of metal against his hips, it would be fine. If it were just the ache of the stone under him, it would be fine. If it were just the bite of the sword against his neck, it would be fine.

But there’s a hand under his head to cushion the fall. The sword is removed almost as soon as he feels it. Leon looks at him, not with the cold, hard eyes of a knight, but the soft and knowing gaze of—of—

He never tries to run again.

***

The snowflakes sting where they strike his bare skin. The sodden thing around his neck is like a brand of its own, icy water clinging and digging into every spare crevice it can find. The howl rises to a scream. Is he still in the forest? Did he manage to make it past the frozen lake? Are the howls in his ears the wind or his own memories?

With a dishonorable instinct, one of his hands raises to his chest, trembling not from the cold, but with the shame of self-preservation. His lips move against his will to soundlessly ignite a flame. The gold in his eyes is lost in the white.

The flame splutters against the onslaught and Merlin feeds it his fingers. The burn is almost identical to the corrosion of the cold, but it makes his traitorous lips smile.

***

He discovers it on accident.

He’s in Gaius’s chambers, with Percival standing by the door, trying to mix a poultice for one of the new orders. He’s holding the flask over the flame when all of a sudden, a gust of wind comes in through the window and the flame licks his hand.

The rush of sensation is staggering.

Quickly, he glances over at Percival. He doesn’t seem to have noticed anything. He swallows.

Feigning a casualness he doesn’t feel, he leans over under the guise of pulling the book closer to him and lets his hand drift over the flame. It licks greedily at his pale skin once more, turning it red and raw in mere moments.

He moves it back before Percival can see what’s going on, but he tucks the information into some corner of his wretched mind.

His fingers grow blistered and scarred and his magic grows timid and restless.

***

Were he a better man, he would’ve found the courage to kneel before Arthur and ask for a quick death. Were he a lesser man, he would have shrunken in on himself and allowed his magic to waste away until he could breathe again.

But he is only himself, for better or for worse, and so he wanders through the storm as a revenant until the winds swallow him whole.

***

In the end, it is painfully easy to find an excuse good enough for Gaius to get the knights off of his back long enough to disappear from Camelot.

Another Merlin might have been dismayed at how many sorcerers with ill will targeted Camelot with harmful spells and curses, but this Merlin is relieved that perhaps he might have one more chance to be useful. A curse of an ancient tempest, roused from eternal slumber, sends catastrophic storms across the lands until Arthur decides that something must be done.

Merlin, who had felt that it was magic from the moment the first clouds formed, turned to Gaius and said that there wasn’t much time.

They had ransacked the illegal books that Gaius would never throw away until they found tale of an endless icy storm that belied the true heart of the spirits responsible. If one could travel deep into the perilous wasteland and reverse the enchantment placed upon the crystal, the spirits would be put to rest and the storm would end.

Gaius had looked at him and said he could only buy him so much time.

Merlin had said that a few hours was all he needed.

His magic had grown discontent and sulky over the long months since its discovery, but as Merlin set out to put an end to the curse, it surged forth with renewed vigor. He couldn’t blame it, not when his own heart soared at the thought of saving those he cared about, but when it came at the price of wounds healing, strength returning, and health improving, he can’t help but resent it.

He really is despicable, isn’t he?

That’s why his mission here is two-fold. One: to bring an end to the curse plaguing Camelot, so that the innocent people would no longer have to suffer for the crimes of those for whom they were not responsible. Two: to rid them of the despicable thing that slid into the King’s chambers and leeched his poison throughout the castle.

And…perhaps, because he is alone with his own selfishness, he can admit that he’s too much a coward to let himself carry on another time.

The first part had been easy enough. His magic had guided him past the worst of the gales and to the crystal at its center. Reversing the enchantment had been simple. The worst of the storms had subsided completely, leaving only the last of them to blow themselves out. And, to cap it all off, his magic had viewed that as the end of it, almost leaving him completely.

Now, if only the storms had the decency to finish the job.

***

Memories…memories…

The feeling of Gaius’s hand on his shoulder as they read through the books. The faint smell of old herbs and leather as the books groaned when their pages were turned.

The sweet smell of flowering grass as the knights trained on the field. The slight flash as the sunlight caught their armor, or their blades, as the wind caught their laughter and carried it high into the air.

The warm crackle of the fire in Arthur’s chambers on a cloudless night. The soft scratch of quill against paper as he hums under his breath.

Where had he gone wrong? Was it the first time he raised a hand, not to defend himself, but to attack? Was it the first lie he told, not to save himself, but to inflict it upon another? Was it the first life he took, or the second, or the hundredth?

Had he become despicable, or had he just realized he was?

He remembers quite clearly the first time he thought about dying. It was the first day, when he’d arrived and saw the sorcerer executed. He’d thought about what it might feel like, taste like, smell like, as the flames ate through him. He doesn’t remember when it became an instinctive thought, only that he turned around one day to find it as much a part of him as his shadow.

He remembers a smooth lake, a boat, a rose dying in his hands, and the impulse to set himself ablaze and drown beneath its depths.

Was it a blessing, that they’d finally discovered his magic and now had tantamount reason to despise him? Or was it a curse, that they would only look at him more now as an untrusted thing? Was it Destiny, reaching out to screw him over one last time, or his own ineptitude, that even She didn’t want anything to do with him?

The howl of the wind and the soft crunch of a body hitting the snow.

***

”Merlin? Merlin!”

“Christ, he’s freezing.”

“Get him wrapped up, get the spare blankets, now!”

“He’s not going to make it all the way back, we’re too far.”

“We can’t stay here, the storm is still coming.”

“Back to the forest, if we can make it deep enough in, we might be able to find some cover.”

“Hurry, get him up off the snow.”

“Careful, he’s weaker than a newborn deer right now.”

“Oh, you idiot, what have you done to yourself?”

“Yell at him when he’s awake and back with us, we’re not even close to being safe yet.”

“Hang on, Merlin, you hear? Just you hang on, you’ll be alright.”

“We have to go faster, the storm’s still coming.”

“I thought it was over?”

“The worst of it is, but these parts of the mountains are stormy anyway.”

“Why didn’t he go down the other way? He could’ve been safer much quicker.”

“You know why.”

“Damn you, Merlin, you’d better make it through this.”

“He’s still breathing but his heart is weak. He hasn’t got long left at this rate.”

“Let’s hope his magic will keep him stable long enough to get to Gaius. We just have to make it home.”

“You hear that, Merlin? We’re taking you home. You’re safe now, you’re with us. We’ll get you home.”

***

He’s dreaming, he must be.

He’s in a warm, soft field of grass and wildflowers. Trees sway back and forth in the gentle breeze as golden sunlight reaches its long fingers through the branches. A bunny hops up to where he lies on the ground and butts its nose against his cheek. It’s warm, slightly rough. It does it again, and again, rubbing its face against Merlin’s.

Wake up, it says softly, wake up, Merlin.

He doesn’t want to wake up. This field is quite nice.

Wake up, the bunny says again, you have to wake up.

The bunny doesn’t sound like how a bunny should sound. It sounds deeper, gruffer, and its nose is starting to feel like leather. He tries to turn his head away, but then there’s another bunny on the other side, keeping him in place.

Wake up. Wake up, Merlin.

He tries to pull away. He’s too weak. The bunnies turn into hands.

“Wake up, Merlin, you can do it.”

Merlin tries to move away one more time and his eyes flutter open.

He’s looking at a crack in the wall. There isn’t a crack in the wall by his bed normally. The red bedcovers are hurting his eyes. His bedcovers aren’t red. Why are his covers red?

“That’s it. Come on, look at me now…”

The bunnies have followed him. How rude. Their hands—wait, bunnies don’t have hands. Not like these hands. Merlin blinks again.

“Is he awake?”

”Just coming around now.” The first bunny leans down and a face starts to swim into view. “Merlin? Can you hear me?”

He can. He’d like to stop. He’d like to go back to sleeping with the nice bunnies in the field. But he’s not allowed to; the hands shake him gently and the face that had been a swimming and blurry mess turns into Leon.

“There you are,” Leon says softly, his hands stroking Merlin’s cheeks, “you gave us all quite the fright.”

Another voice starts to say something and is promptly shushed by a whole lot of voices. What’s a group of bunnies called again?

“Stay with me,” Leon coaxes, “that’s it. Eyes on me.”

“Wha—“ Merlin swallows. “What’s going on?”

“We found you in the snow,” he says with such gravity that it makes Merlin’s head spin, “we thought…we thought we had lost you.”

“Don’t ever do something like that again,” someone—Gwaine, that’s Gwaine—Gwaine says, appearing over Leon’s shoulder, “you scared us all half to death.”

Indeed, as one of Leon’s hands finally relents and lets him turn his head, his eyes widen as he sees all of the knights huddled around the bed with stricken expressions on their faces. Lancelot gives him the smallest of smiles, getting up and coming to sit on the edge of the bed. With the utmost care, he reaches out and takes Merlin’s limp hand in his. The rush of warmth brings a gasp from his lungs and Lancelot squeezes reassuringly.

“You’re safe now,” he promises, “we’ll keep you safe.”

Leon gently coaxes his attention back, tucking some of his hair back from his face. “You need to get your strength back up. The burns on your hands need time to heal too. Let us take care of you for a while, yes? I fear we’ve been far too remiss in that regard for too long.”

Merlin is…confused. Not because he thought the knights were bunnies, no, he’s awake enough to realize that was the last of his dream fading away. No, he’s confused because Elyan and Percival are staring at him with open concern, Lancelot has now taken his hand in between both of his, Gwaine is on the other end of the bed radiating protectiveness from every bunched line of muscle, and Leon is still cradling his face like he’s something precious.

“What’s the matter,” Gwaine asks softly when all Merlin does is stare at them for long seconds, “does something hurt? Gauis patched you up the best he could, but there might still be something he missed.”

“Why did you save me?”

Several expressions flicker across Gwaine's face before he settles for laughing uneasily. “What do you mean, ‘why did we save you?’ Is the cold still freezing part of your brain?”

”Be nice,” Lancelot chides, rubbing his thumb over the back of Merlin’s hand. “He’s only just woken up.”

“We weren’t going to leave you all on your own,” Gwaine continues, a furrow forming between his brows, “and of course we saved you. Why wouldn’t we save you, what made you think we’d just let you die?”

“Wouldn’t it be easier?”

As soon as the words leave his mouth, he can tell it’s the wrong thing to have said. Gwaine’s expression darkens almost instantly and Lancelot’s grip tightens on his hand. Before he can stutter out some sort of apology, Leon’s turning his chin again.

“Why do you think it’d be easier,” he asks with the patience of a saint, “can you explain it, please?”

And so he explains. About how he remembers waking up to Arthur’s stern face asking—no, telling him that he had magic and to fix his mistakes. About how the knights follow and watch him constantly. About how he’s not allowed to so much as mark himself, not since Leon told them all to stop him. About how he figured the storm was the easiest on all of them.

About how when he collapsed in the snow, he figured that was the end of it.

“Oh, Merlin,” he hears Lancelot say weakly as he finishes, as Gwaine gets up to pace.

“There’s been a misunderstanding,” Leon says, much to Merlin’s continued confusion, “a terrible misunderstanding.”

”We were worried that we found you with life-threatening wounds, not that you were a sorcerer.”

“We wanted you to be safe, not that we thought you were dangerous.”

“You were hurting yourself, a man we care deeply for, we couldn’t just stand by and let it happen.”

“We were worried, don’t you see?”

Merlin’s head is spinning. Lancelot’s grip on his hand is the only thing that’s keeping him in the room, in the bed, and he grabs onto it as tightly as he can. He must hush the other knights because the voices die down.

“But the burns,” Merlin’s babbling—how long has he been talking?— “those didn’t count, they didn’t count—“

“They did, they do,” Lancelot interrupts with devastating softness, “they do count. I’m so sorry we didn’t realize how much you were struggling, my friend. Or that we were adding to it.”

“We don’t care that you have magic,” Gwaine adds—

“We care a little,” says Elyan.

Percival nods. “It’s really cool.”

“—but we don’t care,” Gwaine emphasizes, “not like we care about you. You’re Merlin, that’s what we care about. That’s you’re alive and safe and all of that.”

“We’ve never hated you,” Leon finishes, “never despised you, any of that. Your happiness and your safety are what matters to us, not your magic.”

Oh.

Oh, no.

Before he has a chance to truly panic about just how selfish he’s been, how selfish he was going to be, he hears a clattering of footsteps from beyond the door.

Arthur.

“Is he alright,” Arthur demands as the door just about flies off its hinges, “is he alive? Is he okay?”

Lancelot and Leon have just enough time to get out of the way before there’s a red blur and suddenly—

Warmth solid comfort pressure safety comfort warmth Arthur Arthur Arthur—

“Thank the gods,” come the words breathed into his ear, “thank the gods you’re alright.”

Soft golden hair brushes his temple, callused hands and slightly chapped lips brushing the shell of his ear. His hands curl into the back of Arthur’s shirt in disbelief, and another sigh warms the crook of his neck.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, to reassure both of them, “you’re safe now, Merlin, you hear? I’ve got you.”

Merlin’s eyes flutter shut as his senses overwhelm with Arthur, Arthur, Arthur. Distantly, he hears the knights shuffling around to get comfortable, but he can no more open his eyes to see than he could pull himself from under Arthur’s protective embrace.

“A-Arthur?”

”Yes,” he breathes, turning just enough so their noses brush, “yes, it’s me, Merlin.”

“Are—are you going to look after me?”

Arthur smiles, half laughing in disbelief as he brushes Merlin’s hair back from his forehead. “Yes, you idiot. I’m going to look after you now.”

It’s warm inside as the storm finally blows itself out.

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And You and Yours

Day thirteen of the Advent calendar! Using this list. Day 13: Caroling/Carolers Fandom: Doctor Who - Pairing: Donna&TheDoctor 2.9k[Ao3]

Donna Noble didn’t think carolers were really real for most of her life.

Sure, you’d see groups of singers in the squares by the shops and churches put on little Christmas concerts but people didn’t really go door to door. Maybe they used to, back before serial killers or prime time telly you might be interrupting, but certainly not anymore.

But then the winter after her funny turn where she’d lost her memory, there’s been a knock on the door. Mum was out and Grandad was still depressed from whatever happened when he’d disappeared for a few days. So Donna got up and answered the door.

And there, on the doorstep, were three smiling people bundled up in Christmas sweaters. There was a beautiful redheaded woman with a round and honest face, as tall as the two men. There was a mousy gentleman, a little more reserved looking, with thatched hair and an embarrassed smile. And then between them was a skinny man in a red bowtie with floppy hair and a large chin, grinning at her like they were best friends.

“Can I help you?” she asked, a little bewildered. There was something familiar about the skinny man.

“Hello, good lady.” The man said, his grin spreading wider. “Fancy a carol?”

“You’re carolers?” She laughed. “We’ve never had carolers here. I didn’t think anyone did this in real life.”

“We don’t have to,” the shy man broke in. “Sorry for interrupting, thanks for opening the door–”

“Hang on,” the woman broke in. “She didn’t say she didn’t want one, let her decide for herself.”

Scottish. Donna appraised her and the woman appraised her back. They nodded at each other in mutual respect.

She crossed her arms. “Yeah, alright. Let’s hear it then.”

The skinny man bounced on his toes a little before counting them in.

They were terrible. They sang “God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen” and none of them were on pitch or on tempo.

At least the song was short.

When they were finished, the skinny man spread his hands like ‘Tada!’ Donna clapped, politely.

“That was terrible,” she told them, kind of undercutting the politeness of the clapping. But she was smiling. “Think you lot might need to rehearse a bit more. Did make me more cheerful, though.”

“Then our work here is done!” The skinny man cheered, not looking at all offended by Donna’s bluntness. “Thank you for humoring us, kind lady. And Merry Christmas to you and your family.”

She smiled back at them. “And to you and yours.”

She went back to grandad, curling up next to him on the couch.

“Who was that, dear?”

“Just some carolers.” She smiled. “They were right awful.”

He laughed, a sad sound. “You don’t have to be good at something to spread joy with it.”

“That’s true,” she smiled.

It was quiet between them before a grinding clunking sound came in from outside and grandad sat up straighter.

“Did you hear that?” he asked Donna, urgently. “That whirring?”

“Wouldn’t call it whirring,” she snorted. “Great scraping and clamoring, more like.”

“But you heard it!” he said, brightly. “Good. Good, I was afraid I was hearing things.”

“Nah, you’re not senile yet.” She kissed his cheek before resting her head on his shoulder. “You should have seen those carolers. I hope they come back next year.”

Grandad laughed, kissing the top of Donna’s head. “I do think they will.”

The next year, she’d moved house. Only down the road, but still. She had a new husband and a baby on the way and she was feeling quite content with her life.

And the carolers do come back.

“Oh, hey!” Donna greeted them, grinning. “You found me again!”

“That we did!” The skinny man said, his bowtie green this time. “Care for another tune?”

“Are you any better than last year?”

“Not at all!” He told her cheerfully. “We can do Silent Night, though.”

Donna laughed, wrapping her sweater tighter around herself and leaning on the door frame. “All right then, let’s hear it.”

They sang. It was still off pitch but at least the song was slower so the timing wasn’t nearly as bad.

And, again, at least the song was short.

She clapped again when they’d finished.

“Very nice. Song choice was a little basic but,” she shrugged.

“A note we’ll take for next year.” The skinny man smiled, his expression soft. “Thank you again for listening. And for opening the door.”

“Thanks for the Christmas cheer,” she smiled back. “And merry Christmas to the three of you.”

“Thank you!” The woman said.

“Thanks,” the quiet man said.

“Thank you so much,” the skinny man said. “And to you and your family.”

“And you and yours.”

The next year, the skinny man is alone.

He’s dressed a little oddly: like someone from a play. He wore a top hat and a velvet waistcoat with a pocket watch chain and a long jacket.

He looked out of time. And heart wrenchingly sad.

“Just me this year, I’m afraid” he said, attempting a smile.

“That’s all right,” Donna said, softening automatically. She wasn’t sure what happened to the other two, but whatever it was, it couldn’t have been good. “I hope you can carry on without backup. I’ve been looking forward to your song all year.”

He laughed, a soft sound, like it was punched out of him. I’ll do my best.

He sang ‘Joy to the World’. Donna would have laughed at the irony if not for how defeated he looked.

He was just finishing up ‘and heaven and nature sing’ when the little one came toddling up, running into Donna’s legs.

“Hello, my baby,” Donna said, stooping to pick up the toddler. She turned back toward the man who had stopped singing, his cracked open with an emotion Donna couldn’t place. “Do you want to thank this nice man for the carol?”

“Thank you,” said the tiny voice, dutifully.

The man let out a choked laugh, nodding emphatically. “Of course. Thank you for listening. And Merry Christmas.” he gestured at the baby. “To you and your family.”

Donna smiled, reaching up a hand to keep the baby from grabbing her hair, and answering more sincerely than she maybe ever had. “And you and yours.”

The next year he was back with a new girl, small and pretty with dark hair and a smile full of light. And he was smiling again.

They sang “Hark the Herald Angels Sing”and the new girl was much better than the other two had been.

Donna clapped and complimented her and the skinny man looked very fond.

“You better start training up, mate,” Donna told him. “She’s outsinging you. Might go solo next year.”

“I’ll do my best,” he promised. “Merry Christmas–”

“To you and your family,” she finished for him.

He smiled, his eyes lighting up so brightly, like they had on that very first Christmas. “And you and yours.”

He didn’t come back the next year. She did, though. Accompanied by an older Scottish man.

“I was joking about you going solo,” Donna told her. “What happened to the skinny bowtie lad?”

She stifled a laugh, sucking her lips into her mouth as she looked at the older man.

He sighed. “He’s just feeling a little poorly,” the man promised Donna. “I hope I’m a worthy substitute.”

“Well, I dunno,” Donna said. “I kind of liked him. Even if he was tone deaf.” She tilted her head. “Can you sing?”

He blinked, as if he hadn’t considered that. “Well I guess we’re all about to find out.”

They sang “Jingle Bell Rock” which was not a Christmas Carol but sort of fit the new man’s vibe anyway. He was better at singing than the younger man.

Donna decided she liked him. He was familiar to her, like the last man had been. Did he remind her of grandad? Was it because he was Scottish, like the woman from the first two years had been?

He nodded his head in acknowledgement when they’d finished and Donna clapped.

Donna turned to the woman. “I can see why you ditched skinny.”

She laughed. The man smiled, indulgently.

“It was a lovely song,” Donna said. “And I hope to see you back next year.”

“I hope you will,” the man said, taking her in with a smile. “And a merry Christmas to you and your family.”

She paused for a moment, at the familiar words from an unfamiliar mouth, but her answer was the same regardless. “And you and yours.”

And they did come back, the both of them.

They sang “Little Drummer Boy”, their longest song yet. If someone had asked Donna, “Would Little Drummer Boy work in a Scottish accent?” She might have said no. But it did actually sound nice.

Donna’s four year old scampered up halfway through, listening in with quiet curiosity.

The man softened immediately at the sight, smiling through the lyrics and keeping time more jovially. The woman brightened and waved, absolutely melting when she received a tiny wave back.

Both Nobles clapped vigorously when the song finished.

“That was lovely,” the little one said, and both carolers tripped over themselves in thanks. “Can you sing Rudoplh?”

“Oh come now, baby, we don’t want to–”

“I would love to sing Rudolph,” the man cut in. “Would you like to sing with us?”

And Donna watched as these two grown adults played and sang with her child until they were both laughing too much to sing.

She was laughing, too. “All right, all right, thank you both, really, but this one needs a nap.”

Whining sprung up at the nap word but the grown ups bowed out with good grace.

“Merry Christmas to you and your people,” Donna said, changing the script just a bit.

The man grinned brightly and she wondered not for the first time if the skinny man was his son. Their eyes had the same manic joy. “And you and yours.”

The woman was gone the next year but the new one was just as delightful.

They sang “Deck the Halls” which, again, was pretty basic, but the new woman was a dreadful singer, and this song could at least be sung with brash enthusiasm. She was very jolly, her large curly hair swaying with her head and hands pointing into her deep brown smiling face as she sang the word ‘gay’ with an emphasis that made Donna laugh.

“You’re a riot,” Donna told her, when they’d finished singing. “Cannot sing a lick but you brightened my spirits right up.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

“Oi!” Donna snapped. “None of this ‘ma’am’. Makes me sound old.”

“Oh, no of course not!” The woman said. “Just trying to be respectful. I’ve heard all about you.”

Donna snorted. “What, about a random woman you lot sing carols to?”

“The woman who isn’t afraid to call us terrible,” the man clarified with a small smile. “You’re a very genuine woman. It’s a valuable quality.”

Donna blinked, something funny coming over her head. “Thank you,” she brought a hand up as something throbbed in her temple. “Oh, hell, I’ve just got a headache.”

The man looked alarmed. “Well then we won’t keep you!” He reached for the woman and turned her around, calling behind him as he walked down the steps. “Merry Christmas to you and your people!”

She called after him, bewildered, “And to you and yours!”

The headache faded almost as soon as she’d closed the door.

They didn't come back the next year. Or the year after that.

Donna was disappointed but Grandad was devastated. He never answered the door with her if he was visiting when they came but he loved hearing the stories. He always asked Donna every detail about the men or their companions, what they’re wearing or what they sing.

When no one shows up to carol, Grandad acted as if someone had died.

And who knows? Maybe they had. That older gent had been old. And the skinny man had been poorly for a while.

She didn’t get carolers for four years. A couple times she thought she heard that whirring grinding sound but there was never a knock at the door. She put it up to hearing things like Grandad.

Until, finally, in the fifth winter, she got a knock at the door.

Only when she opened it, she didn’t recognize any of the people.

And there were four of them this time. There was an older white man, but not as old as the last man, and a young black man beside him. There was a young woman with tawny skin and another woman, blonde, with a dangly ear cuff and manic glee on her face.

“Hello!” The manic woman said. “We would love to sing you some carols.”

“One carol,” the other woman corrected. “Sorry to interrupt, but if you’d like a song?”

“As many as you want!” The manic woman was really quite manic. “Anything for you. You doing well? You’re looking well.”

Donna just blinked. “Who the hell are you? I haven’t gotten carollers in years.”

“Oh,” She looked startled briefly before bouncing back. “Right! Yes!” The woman bounces a little on her feet, her long coat swirling. “So sorry if, uh, grandad worried you by disappearing. He had. Stuff. But he’s fine! Everyone’s fine, we’re all fine.”

“Yeah?” Donna asked, skeptically. “Then where is he?”

The woman hesitated but barreled on. “Well, you see, my brother – the skinny lad with the bowtie? – he had a rough turn. He’s fine now!” She rushed to reassure. “But he really missed being able to come out and carol. And grandad felt bad enough for doing it without him for so long. So they stopped. For… how long has it been exactly?”

“Five years.”

“Oh! That’s not so bad. Right, he stopped for five years. But now! He’s sent me and my fam out to carol instead! Said he’d been hogging the lovely neighbors.” She gestured at Donna.

Donna snorted.

She was more relieved than she expected to hear the men were okay. He’d been worried about the redhead and the shy man and then about the pretty little brunette and now definitely about the young black lesbian, but just because they didn’t go caroling didn’t mean anything bad had happened. Not like the men with the bright and gleeful eyes.

“Yeah alright,” Donna agreed, deciding to roll with it. “Can you sing then?”

The woman grinned. “You tell me!”

They launched into ‘We Wish You a Merry Christmas’ and kept going through five verses until Donna stopped them.

“Okay, yes, you can sing just fine!” She laughed before pointing at the young black man. “You don’t know the words, though. Did you think you could just mumble along and we wouldn't notice?”

The older man laughed. “That’s exactly what he thought.”

“She sprung this on us kind of fast!” The young man protested. “And I didn’t already know the words like you both seem to.”

“Oh, leave him alone, Graham,” the blond woman grinned. “I’m just happy he came out with us. And I’m happy you,” she said, gesturing to Donna. “Are just as brilliant as you ever were. Or so I’ve heard.”

Donna smiled, leaning her weight on the door frame. “Well, you heard right. I am brilliant.”

The manic woman grinned and Donna saw it again. That same frenetic joy. The smile like one would give their best friend.

It was a weird way to find a family resemblance but Donna couldn’t think what else it would be. Why they would all look at her like that.

“Well thank you for opening the door. And a merry Christmas to–”

“Me and my people?” Donna asked. The woman nodded, her face soft. “Thank you. And the same to you and yours.” Donna smirked. “But I’ll bet you knew that.”

The woman grinned a manic grin and the three people with her stared between them in wonder.

“Right then,” Donna said. “Off you pop. And I better see all of you next year. This is the best vocal arrangement we’ve had yet. And make sure this one knows the words.”

The other woman laughed. “We will. Thanks again. And merry Christmas.”

Donna waved them off and closed the door, watching through the window as they all turned down into an alley. A blue box was just barely visible.

She turned back with a sigh, happy to know that everyone was fine and she’d see them next year. But before anything else, she had to call grandad. She knew he’d be thrilled.

The same gang came back next year. They sang “The First Noel” and it really was beautiful. It was.

The next year, the two men had gone and were replaced with a new one. They sang Frosty the Snowman. It was very sweet.

And the next year, she knew them all. She knew who they’d been, she knew their names and their adventures, and she had her doctor with his old face living in the TARDIS in her backyard.

And the oldest doctor – the bigenerated one that she’d helped pull out herself – was standing on her doorstep.

“Care for a carol miss?”

“Oh, you cheeky little cmuppet,” Donna yelled at him.

And he threw his head back with that same manic glint in his eye, that look that she was his best friend, and he laughed.

#Doctor Who #Donna Noble #oops I wrote a thing #Writing Advent #I DID IT I WROTE A DOCTOR WHO FIC FOR THE DOCTOR WHO PROMPT LIST

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Purple time :D I’m watching Oli

The depression is simply no match for an oli mcc vod

Ain’t oli like… 29? That’s not old king *looks it up* 28!! Dude, chill /aff

This team hasn’t had a single call, iconic

Ah yes, young, spunky, and full of beans, that’s my streamer

Sniff and Oli interactions are all I’ve ever needed in life

Charles bringing Sniff drugs, as they should

Harvey is so chaotic oh my gosh

“I don’t think I’ve heard your voice before” this can only go well guys

I thought Sniff was gonna make an ace joke, but nah, they’re just self-deprecating

Sniff and Oli 😭😭😭

“Harvey, I really feel like you don’t love this family right now”

This team is not chill, Pete is chill, everyone else is on a backpack leash

Harvey is such a mess lmao

Rocket Spleef

“Meltdown doesn’t like me” “Ok well, have you tried talking to her nicely?” “… I’ll try that next time” I love them

“Now that I’m reflecting, maybe I’m the problem” Pete my beloved

The team synergy!!

“We all did great!!” “Yes, and I was also there as well” and then Sniff hyping up Oli <333

I love this team, they’re all just saying words, it’s great :D

“I’m not a fan” “I’m not a fan, I’m an entire conditioner” thank you TapL Harvey :))

Harvey sounding so genuine when he said he was proud of Sniff ended me

The absolute power of Pete’s “That was like the fastest round ever, where’d everyone go?”

Pete and Harvey’s shock(?) when Sniff gets faux-emotional over being listened to is so

Grid Runners

Sniff on its igl arc :D

They’re crushing it!!!

Even struggling they’re doing such a good job keeping morale up

They’re genuinely laughing it off so well I love them <3333

They killed uppies!!!!

Grid felt so short that time it’s not even fair

I love their energy so much, it’s everything

Battle Box

It’s not that old, the only time it was played was in mcc26 (i think, it could’ve been 25 tbh)

This map is so wild

They’re not doing amazing but I’m having a great time

The guilty silence when they found out Callum dced and then goodnaturedly boasting when they found out he died first

THAT WAS SO CLOSEEEE

Sands of Time

Sniff and Oli going back and forth offering sandkeeper to each other can be something so dear

“Don’t be wrong again, okay?” “Okay 😭”

Oh that was a bit rough

“The captains aren’t captaining right now” Sniff 😭😭😭

WHO is honk mimimi-ing in my mcc?? /lh

THATS SO SCUFFED OH MY LORD ;-; /nm

“I’m a hard working sand gatherer and the billionaires up just taking time away, I’m sick of this!!” “Well personally — as the ceo of sand — I feel like you should’ve known that and should’ve just tried harder” this team’s chemistry is so!!!!

Ace Race

I love this team so much you guys ;-;

The music is so loud oh my gosh

The amongus remix 😭😭😭

“If you wanna blame the map, you’re gonna have to go through me” so true Pete!!

“What would be the funniest ending?” Harvey asking the right questions!!

“Toad in the hole in the wall” made me legitimately cackle

Parkour Warrior

“That’s how you get a UTI and then you can get a kidney infection and then you can get sepsis and then you can die” “AHH!!” “Yeah, that could happen” “But if I get top three in parkour warrior, like, does it matter?” they’re everything to me

“Oh I hope I don’t throw” “You won’t” “Well, I might. You don’t know me, you don’t know what I could do. I could throw really easily, actually, I’ll do it right now” “I do know you” *romantic music starts playing* THEM!!

I quite enjoy that they’re just chilling in vc together

WHY ARE PETE AND HARVEY BRITISH 😭😭😭

“I love pressing space bar” “Space bar is one of my favorite bars” “That’s right, you know what else is a nice bar? M&M” ah yes, thanks harvey

Who let these iTMG stand into MCC?? /j

I’m shocked we’ve made it this far without any gay jokes, we were overdue, truly

Clown to clown communication fr /aff

Y’all I started stimming so hard when oli first tried the medium ending it’s not even funny

THEY KILLED IT!!!!

HOLY PURPLE!!!!!!

Everyone hyping Oli up :))

Hole in the Wall

Oh they thought it was still food mode 😭

Sniff needing out over the fog effect with glass while Oli makes jokes about loving men my beloved

Oli calling Sapnap an absolute cringelord before deleting his message is so real

They’re popping off!!

Oli is absolutely carrying these comms

Their comms are so polite, I love this team so much, they’re so calm in between all the chaos

OH MY GOSH THAT CLUTCH

Skybattle

“I have fourandahalfhoursofsleep” “No you don’t. I’m actually- just so you know, I’m about to gaslight you: you have eight hours of sleep” “Ah, I feel so great now!!” This team is pure crack

Sniff is MrBeast and is gonna give Harvey Twitter memberships to use as currency to buy sleep, mhm

Can’t believe oli hates women smh /j

I’m losing my mind /pos

That was an absolute blur, I have no idea what just happened

Oli is an Aimsey supporter, as he should!!!!

Dodgebolt

Oli and Harvey making so many sounds that Pete thought he was lagging 😂

Harvey cheering on Scar is everything I didn’t know I needed

Sniff clowning Harvey for only just now realizing red is fnaf my beloved

WE TALK ABOUT SEXISM IN THE COMMUNITY!! Sniff saying it and the men loudly agreeing that “it needs to be said”

I was so hyped for this team’s chaos and they did not disappoint, great times great vibes :))

#mcc 32 #mc championship #nerdy’s mcc reactions #theorionsound #oli orionsound #snifferish #petezahhutt #tapl #cw caps

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High and Low: The Centre of the Earth - Chapter 4

Location: Australian Land (Night) Characters: Tomoya, Hinata, Touri, Mitsuru & Sora

Season: Autumn Writer: Akira

TL Note:

For those who don’t know, Tetora calls Niki “Aniki” (lit. older brother), similar to how he refers to Anzu by calling her “Anzu no Anego” or “big sister”.

Touri: The hellish meals we’re getting three times a day…

Tetora: Eheheh ♪ Alrighty, then “Chef Nagumo” is gonna announce today’s dish! I was thinking about it the whole time we were inside the bus~!

Tomoya: You looked the happiest while we were on the move, huh. You were grinning from ear to ear, checking the ingredients inside the fridge and taking notes.

Touri: Whenever we saw your happy face, we could imagine the next round of hell coming our way, so it looked like you weren’t depressed at all.

Tetora: Osu! I was at a loss in the beginning, but I’m slowly getting more and more excited about the school trip!

As I thought, we all need a bit of excitement in our lives! For me, that’s “cooking” – it’s something I’ve always watched Aniki[*] do on his TV shows when I was younger!

So tadaa! Here’s today’s dish! The appetiser is grilled fruits that Sora-kun and Mitsuru-kun found in the area!

Tomoya: Don’t tell me we’re starting off at the peak here.

Touri: There’s so much I wanna comment on.

Tetora: Ahh, I know you guys aren’t satisfied with that! Even I’d prefer grilled meat to vegetables or fruits!

Tomoya: No, that’s not where the issue lies.

Tetora: You’re right. When we went shopping back in the town earlier, we all put the stuff we liked in the shopping basket so…

We have a lot of meat and snacks, but we barely have any vegetables! If we keep on eating those, we’ll have a vitamin deficiency and it won’t be great for our health!

That’s why I asked Mitsuru-kun and Sora-kun to find stuff that would be high in vitamins!

Tomoya: There weren’t any shops along the road, after all. To get ingredients, we’ve got no choice but to find something in the area.

Mitsuru: Heheh, we did our best to find stuff, y’know! We brought over a bunch of stuff that might be good!

Sora: Yes! We got everything we could get our hands on that had an edible “colour” to it! Finding local ingredients was fun! Like playing a slow-living game!

Tomoya: I’m glad you had fun, but that’s no different from scavenging for food. We should confirm whether they’re actually edible or not at least.

Hinata: Hmm~ But no one has a botanical encyclopedia on them and we don’t have a smartphone to look things up.

Tomoya: If that’s the case, then I’d much rather put something certified from a store in my mouth.

Tetora: No! The environment we’re in changes all the time while we’re travelling and that can take a toll on our bodies, so it’ll be easy for our health to deteriorate!

We’ve gotta eat something nutritionally balanced! If you take your vitamins, you won’t even catch a cold!

Tomoya: That’s what I’m saying; we’ll just get sick if we ate grass that was plucked from a random spot. In the worst case, it might even be poisonous.

…Tetora? Are you listening to me?

Tetora: Heheheh~♪ I’ll remake the appetiser before I announce the next dish! While I’m making something else, feel free to nibble on that and ease your empty stomachs!

Touri: I smell something sickly-sweet… Are you really making an appetiser? You’re not making dessert, right?

Tomoya: Appetisers are just salads and stuff like that, right? Why is he grilling fruit?

Tetora: Heating it up will disinfect it! Fire will purge anything! Heheheh, black flames are a mark of effort~♪

Hinata: Black flames? They’re clearly all burnt.

Sora: HaHa~ The flames aren’t black but the fumes are~♪

Tomoya: They’re burnt! The flames are way too strong!

Tetora: Osu! I’m a chef who’ll set everything ablaze! I’ll show you how a passionate man cooks!

Tomoya: You’re just badmouthing yourself, right!?

Tetora: Fufufu. The fruits are grilling smoothly and their sweet juice is coming out, so in goes the meat! This is the side dish: “A Manly Man’s Meat Boiled with Fruit”!

How’s this? I heard that soaking the meat in fruit juice will make it a bit softer~♪

Tomoya: So you only remembered bits and pieces of the recipe!? You should follow a recipe from start to finish next time.

Hinata: No one thought to bring a recipe book or something with us… Who would’ve thought we’d end up in this kinda situation, anyway.

Um, Tetsu-kun, I’ll lend a hand, if you’d like ♪

*Whispers* …If I make it instead of him, I might be able to stop him from making “something that’s close to being poisonous”.

Tetora: Ahh, I appreciate it! But you don’t have to, Hinata-kun! The kitchen is a chef’s sanctuary!

Hinata: It didn’t work, huh~...

Tetora: Heheh ♪ While I’m cooking the other ingredients, I’ll prepare the main dish too!

Look at this! It’s a fish I’ve never seen in Japan before! What do you think it’ll taste like~?

Hinata: I think anything you make will get scorched, so it’ll probably taste burnt.

Tetora: Hah! Taa! Take thaaat!

Hinata: Tetsu-kun, Tetsu-kun, why’re you punching the fish? Have you gone crazy?

Tetora: Meat gets soft when you hit it! The same should work for fish too…!

Hinata: You should take the scales off before you do that. You’ll hurt yourself, you know?

Tetora: It’s okay! I’ve built up resistance! I’ve trained my body to be a weapon…!

Hinata: No, I’m not worried about you. I’m worried we might get sick or injured.

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Dramione Bloopers

WARNING: aged-up characters, sexual humor!

4. Dramione x Friends Ao3

[Pansy dumped Theo and he’s depressed. Theo’s apartment, Theo enters from his bedroom.]

Hermione: Hey! You’re wearing pants!

Theo: That’s right! Where are the guys? I’m ready to get drunk and see some strippers.

Hermione: It’s 9:30 in the morning!

Theo: They got a breakfast buffet.

[Hermione’s wand rings and she answers it.]

Hermione: Hello. [Listens] Oh, hey Harry!

Theo: Ooh, let me talk to him!

Hermione: Oh-oh, Merlin!

Theo: Well, can I just…

Hermione: [to Theo] Shh!! [On wand] Wait, what?

Theo: She’s shushing me! It’s my apartment and she’s shushing me!

Ginny: Shhh!! Please! What’s he saying?

Hermione: He’s with Charles in the mountains!

Ginny: What? Oh Merlin! Why didn’t they tell me?!

Luna: [Yells at Theo] What?! Why the hell did they leave on the expedition without me?!

Theo: Okay, I’m going to go stand over there. [Points and moves into the living room.]

Hermione: Why are you so upset?

Luna: After all, I am a magical naturalist and I am interested in all magical creatures! And while I’m wiping my skirt in the ministry Potter is going on expeditions!

Theo: So y’know, uh, when’s he getting back?

Hermione: A couple of days.

Theo: Y’know, I knew something like this was going to happen. Draco is on a mission, and Potter is on an expedition… [He starts to take off his pants, revealing that he is still wearing his sweatpants.]

Hermione: What are you doing?! Theo! You can’t just go back a phase!

Theo: Yes you can. You’re thinking about time, you can’t go back in time. And even that you can, just take the time turner and…

Ginny: Well, look, why don’t you just, why don’t you do your Phase Two strip club thing with us?

Hermione: Yeah, come on, we can be guys!

Theo: [laughs] No you can’t.

Ginny: Come on! Let us be guys! Maybe we want to be guys!

Theo: You don’t want to be guys, you’d be all hairy and wouldn’t live as long. [Starts to go to his bedroom]

Ginny: Y’know you, you just stop being such a wuss and get those off and you come with us and watch naked girls dance around!!

Theo: Okay... [Starts to cry]

Ginny: I’m sorry. [Goes and hugs him]

[Scene: A muggle strip club, Hermione, Ginny and Luna are there with Theo, who isn’t enjoying himself.]

Hermione: [coming back to the stage and sitting next to Theo] Okay, I’ve got some Ones, you wanna put them in her panties?

Theo: No thanks, Mom!

[A man sits down next to Ginny and lights up a cigarette.]

Ginny: Oh, no umm, hi, that-that, you have to put that out, ‘cause I’m pregnant.

The Cigarette Smoking Guy: Well, maybe you and your baby should go to another strip club.

Ginny: Ha-ha, my baby likes this strip club, ha-ha-ha! [The man leaves.]

[The dancer finishes and everyone claps.]

Hermione: Very good, [getting up and sliding a One into the dancer’s hot pants] so good.

Ginny: [doing the same] I really, really enjoyed it. Very exotic.

Luna: [joining them] Ugh, I’m still so upset about Harry researching baby-dragons in the mountains without me!

Ginny: Come on! Look where you are!! Even I forgot about my husband!

Hermione: [to the waitress] When you get a sec, another round of daiquiris.

Ginny: Remember, a virgin for me please.

Luna: Oh! And don’t let me leave without getting the name of that carpet guy.

Theo: Ahh, come on! Y’know what—y’know what, I think I’m just gonna go home and wand-call Pansy.

Ginny: Well, if you think it will help.

Theo: No! That was a test! In a couple of hours I’m gonna get really drunk and wanna wand-call Pansy and you guys are gonna have to stop me! And then after that, I’m gonna get so drunk, I’m gonna wanna apparate to her house…

Luna: You should! How is she?

Theo: Ohhh!!

Hermione: I think somebody needs another lap dance. [Motions for one.]

[Scene: at Theo’s apartment, Theo, Hermione, and Ginny are returning from the strip club.]

Hermione: So, we did okay at the strip club, right?

Theo: Oh yeah, that was great. Thanks to you, the hottest cocktail waitress there is quitting to teach the third grade and another one has discovered she was a witch!

Luna: [entering] I can’t believe it! They even managed to feed a baby dragon…

Theo: All right, well I’m gonna put my sweats back on.

Ginny: Oh no! Wait! Wait! Okay, y’know what, you were right, you were right. We really weren’t great at being guys, but you know why? Because we’re girls.

Theo: Yeah?

Ginny: And do you know what girls are really good at?

Theo: Stripping!

Ginny: No, listening! Sit! Y’know, maybe it would just really, really help if you would just talk.

Luna: Yeah, come on! What’s going on in there? [Pats his chest.]

Hermione: Yeah. And y’know, if you wanna cry, that’s okay too.

Theo: Okay, look, I’m gonna have to ask you all to leave.

Hermione: Come on! Theo!

Theo: Look, forget it. We tried, but Phase Three is a lost cause, Okay? Those strippers were insanely hot, and I couldn’t picture myself with any of them. [Sits back in disgust.]

Hermione: They really were pretty, weren’t they? [Ginny and Luna both agree]

Ginny: Yeah, I really liked that fighter pilot one.

Hermione: Oh, Candy! She was so spunky!

Ginny: Yeah.

Hermione: Y’know, I think if I were going to leave Draco and be with a woman... [Theo is intrigued.] It’d, it’d be with someone like Michelle, she was so oh, she was so petite.

Luna: See, I don’t know, for me it would have to be Chantal.

Hermione: Oh, Chantal!

Luna: Oh my goodness, she had the smoothest skin! I mean when I stuck that dollar bill in her g-string and grazed her thigh…

Theo: [jumping up] Phase Three! I just achieved Phase Three!

Hermione: Really?!

Theo: I am totally picturing you with all those women!

Hermione: That’s-that’s not Phase Three.

Theo: Well, I’m there too!

Luna: Well, are we all together? Like in a group?

Theo: Stop it! You’re killing me! I think I just moved on to Phase Four!

Ginny: Oh! What is that? What is that?

Theo: Where I don’t want to have a relationship ever! I just want to have sex with strippers and my friends!!

[Scene: muggle caffe, Hermione, Luna, Ginny, Draco and Theo are there. Theo is trying to cheer Draco up about missing Phase Two.]

Theo: Come on, let me see that smile.

Draco: I don’t wanna.

Theo: Please?

Draco: I wanted to go to the strip club!

Theo: I know, I know, but you have Granger for that, plus you’re gonna have plenty of chances. There are literally thousands of witches out there just waiting to screw me over.

Draco: Yeah, all right. [Harry enters.]

Ginny: Hey!

Harry: Hey! [gives her a kiss]

Hermione: Hey—ooh so, how was your trip?

Harry: Charles is… incredible. I mean there-there are no words to describe it, I mean the whole weekend was like a dream. The mountains and the dragons!...

Luna: Oh, hey!

Harry: Hey! You were so right!

Luna: What?

Harry: Uh, what you said about magical naturalism being much more interesting than the Auror department…

Luna: Oh, hmm.

Harry: I mean, I, I-I admit I-I wasn’t quite there. But now! I’m there! I’m totally there! I’m-I’m finally where you are!

Luna: Oh, thanks Merlin!

Harry: Yeah, and-and Charles is so great!

Ginny: [under her breath] I’m not sure if I should be jealous of my husband for my brother…

Luna: Happy for you. [She playfully punches him.]

Harry: Happy for you. [He punches her back.]

Luna: No, happy for you! [Hits him harder.]

[Scene: Theo’s apartment, Theo is there and is getting ready to direct a bunch of strippers, Hermione, Luna, and Ginny on what to do in the upcoming orgy of lesbian lust. It’s a dream sequence.]

Theo: All right ladies, here’s what we’re gonna do. [Points to a stripper.] You are gonna take off my clothes. [To another two strippers] You two, go get the oils. [To another stripper] And you just constantly scream at the top of your voice, “Theo’s the king! Theo’s the king!”

Ginny: I-I wanna be with her, [points to the stripper next to her] I like her.

Theo: Oh, that’s fine! Go with your instincts, go with your instincts!

Luna: Wait, now, what am I doing again?

Theo: Come on! Would you please pay attention, I could wake up at any moment!

Draco: What the fuck my woman does in your sex-dream?!

Hermione: Oh, hey, Draco! That’s not what you…

Theo: Granger, I’m sorry you can’t stay, [Hermione is upset about leaving the orgy.] But the rest of us have a lot of work to do. [Draco starts rubbing Theo’s back.] What are you doing? [Draco just nods] All right, listen, I’ve got to wake up!

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oh my love, the bills, the bengals, & the vikings

boy oh boy do i have a lot to say.

first of all the teams are good ones, i too am a bills fan and the season hasn’t even started yet and they already are stressing me tf out.

the bengals are fine they really didn’t do much for this draft, joey b still a great qb (my dad is obsessed with him.) the only thing is that tee higgins requested a trade out of there bc they won’t raise his pay. which is sad but he should go to buffalo bc those fuck heads need a wide receiver.

the vikings (i’m not really a fan of nfc teams) but i was shocked that kirk cousins their previous qb went to atlanta which left them without a qb. idk if you saw but they ended up drafting jj mccarthy. now with mr jj mccarthy (yes he won the natty but like no) he’s a decent qb but he’s not out of this world and lots of people are upset that minnesota drafted him. as well as justin jefferson’s talent is also being wasted in minnesota and he should also go to buffalo.

now the fuck ass bills. they just really know how to mess me up and stress me out. the bills traded stefon diggs (their wide receiver) to the texans. which is fine diggs was kind of toxic and he’s cost us a few playoff wins. so in this draft buffalo desperately needs to obtain a receiver. because josh allen basically gonna be running touchdowns again if they don’t. so what do they do instead? right before the draft started they decided to trade their picks with KANSAS CITY! omg these fuckers want to give me a stroke. basically allowing their biggest rival at this point to gain more weapons to beat them again. they basically traded their higher first round pick in order to get a 3rd and 6th round.

with trading and everything before the draft is so stupid. before the draft when teams would trade players for picks in the draft is like trading for a half eaten sandwich.

anyway if you have any football related questions i’m more than happy to help! it’s my first love

all my love always ♥️

oh wow

sad that tee i gone… I really liked him… wasn’t him and joey B really good friends or am I thinking of the wrong person??

also kirk is gone???? wtfff that’s one of the only reasons I thought of rooting for them… I really liked him in that series they did :(

I really like JJ tho so I’ll still root for him even if I don’t root for that team per se

and the Bills just sound like they’re gonna cause me depression which the leafs and ferrari already do😔

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Second.

Okey guys and girls, this is the chapter before the grand final, hope you like what you've read so far, this is a long one, it is gona round off the story, but don't worry we have got two more books to go. Ans as I always tell you, this chapter contains graphis content, reat it at your own risk.

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-What's wrong?- I say without taking my eyes off the glass. A few minutes ago Elizabeth started writing and she doesn't seem to want to stop anytime soon.

The D.A. who was by my side witnessing the entire interview took me by the arm, away from the place to a secluded place since the entire office was hanging around the interrogation room to find out if we had finally caught the murderer.

-Vinicio Conte's lawyer was at my office today asking about the surveillance recordings of his client, and I gave them to him-he confesses.

-What?! Why did you do that?-

-I couldn't deny it, it's my duty, besides it would look too suspicious if I didn't hand them in- I lean against the wall rethinking the whole situation in my mind, I'm done.

-Great, this is the end of my career- I murmur in shock.

-Congratulations detective- an smiling sergeant approaches shaking my hand- you did an excellent job-

-T..thank you sir- I stammer outlining a grimace full of anguish and despair more than a smile. Becket walks out of the room with the list of names in hand and I grab it from him before he can even say a word.

-Detective congratulations- cadet Becket approaches us with a splendid smile, his pubescent face recently freed from acne seems to have a special shine due to the events we have just witnessed-we will have a celebration at Rick's pub in an hour I think that should come, you are the heart of the case-

-Of course, of course I'll be there- I watch him walk away, I look back at the prosecutor who swears under his breath- I'll find a way to fix this situation- I walk to my office and slam the door. I try not to cry feeling a mixture of dark sensations growing inside me.

I see through the window the officers go by, I wish they were in my place, I feel their accusing gazes on me even when they haven't even heard what happened yet.

I lay down on the sofa to rest for a bit, I don't remember the last time I ate like a decent person, much less when I slept in my own bed for more than 4 hours. The knock on the door can be heard and with what seems like a grunt I make the person behind the door know that they have ruined my 5 minutes of quietness, of those few that I have left.

-Aeryne, you will go to the party that Becket prepared? He already make it clear to everyone that he participated as your assistant throughout the investigation- Dylan laughs taking a seat next to me, I giggle covering my eyes so that the artificial light do not bother me.

-Let him gloat while he can, when they find out what I did he won't want to have me 8 kilometers around- I bite my nails.

-Well that's happens now but because of the smell you have- I laugh out loud throwing a cushion that I had brought here to make more comfortable the nights I stay working.

-Shut up idiot, at least I bathe 4 times a week, you don't even bathe that much- I return the joke. We stay in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the momentary peace that this afternoon-night gives us.

-So...Are you going to the party or not?-

-Yes I think I'll go, I prefer to celebrate now and get depressed when I have to get depressed...Where you able to finish Julia's homework?- I get up from the sofa looking for my bag to get out of here once and for all

-Yes I could, now I have another problem even worse-he walks out.

-Trigonometry? - I joke, turning off the office lights.

-Hopefully, it's a boy in his class with whom she's dating- I open my eyes wide in amazement.

-Wow I didn't expect that, although I'm glad she lives a normal life away from all this shit we deal with every day- I wait as he looks for his things and we get on the elevator to go directly to the garage.

-Yes, I'm glad she's normal, it just bothers me that she's so small and has a boyfriend- I laugh.

-Don't worry, she has to grow up at some point- I get in the car- when you find out the name of the monstrosity, let me know and we'll look for him in the family court databases to see what we are dealing with-

-I'll take your word- we laugh at our craziness as we travel to Rick's pub. A police bar that caters to every officer in the city since 1954.Rick's father opened the bar to spend time with his friends and in a few years it became famous for being open 24 hours a day for police officers who wanted a snack to start the night shift or the first breakfast in the morning.

We parked by the gate, from the row of people at the gate waiting to get in, I'd say Becket managed to get the club out for police use only. I close the door and wait for Dylan to approach, for the first time in many years of work we begin to show our true feelings towards each other in public so he approaches and takes my hand.

We salute little Ricky, the son of Rick Senior, apparently the imagination in this family was taken by the first generations. Little not so little Rick is at the door today, he lets us in without paying admission as the cops here are free to do so, seems like a waste of money but with the amount of beer we drink a night I'd say it's a hell of a lot gain.

We walk down the dance floor hand in hand and approach the bar.

-What do you want to drink?-

-A double whiskey on the rocks please- I scan the place, in the sea of mismatched blue uniforms and the smell of beer in my nostrils makes me feel at home. I believe, without lying, that I have had more birthdays here than anywhere else in this town.

I sigh seeing the happy faces, from time to time one of my colleagues comes over to say hello and congratulate us for having closed this case, every time I hear them I think to myself that it is not closed yet, it is far from being closed, I hope it is a damn coincidence because if it isn't I don't know what I'm going to be capable of. I down the glass of whiskey in one go, feeling the liquid burn my throat. I chat for about 2 hours with my colleagues between drinks and laughter, we dance a little, in the end I'm having fun for a while after so much stress.

I leave the place to get some air, lighting a cigarette as I take a seat on the edge of the sidewalk, crossing my legs on the ground and I let out the smoke that accompanies me. My life flashes before my eyes, my childhood, my mother and father who were always there for me, their arguments even though they thought I was listening, the fake smiles when I enter the room, they always thought I didn't realize dad was sleeping on the couch.

Then the tragic incident, because we can't call it an accident, he knew what he was doing, he knowingly left us.

I inhale the smoke letting my lungs fill with chemicals harmful to my health, smoking is not a habit rooted in my identity but it is something that I hold on to in my darkest moments. The sound of the cell phone takes me out of my thoughts; it is an unknown phone that sends me a search link. I press the blue hyperlink that takes me to a page in the Daily Post, dated tomorrow.

Tonight at 5 a.m. Gibson NewShire County Police released the news that the body of one of its most recognized officers, Aeryne Wolf, was found in the woods on the outskirts of the city by a group of hikers who notified the authorities.

According to the first versions, it is said that the police were suffering a great period of stress in the famous case of the serial killer who terrorizes our townspeople at night. What after a night of alcohol she was seen wandering to the forest where apparently after a quick visit to her home she would have hanged herself next to the waterfall where years before her father had suffered the same outcome with little Aeryne being the one to find her body hanging over Wilmand Falls.

I release the air, held in my lungs releasing the smoke, the hairs on the back of my neck stand up again, I quickly pick up my skeleton from the ground, vigilant to anyone around me, a couple having sex near the alley and a group of friends helping each other not to end up on the ground. The front line not even halfway inside of the bar yet and Rick Jr. already ushering rowdy drunks out the door.

Fear runs through my body making my hands shake uncontrollably, I put out the cigarette on the ground as I walk to the main road in search of a taxi, the same thought that I had when I saw the figure though the window comes back to my mind "listen to the hairs behind your neck, always listen to them Aeryne they will alert you to some danger and get you out of there", instead of ignoring them as I have done since this damn investigation began, listen to them and after boarding a taxi I head home.

I pay the taxi driver worried about my face, the poor man more than once tries to start a conversation with me but I am too absorbed in my thoughts to be able to answer him, I see how he walks away down the street until he turns the corner. I draw the service weapon from my waist which I carried despite being off duty and walk along the path that leads directly to the backyard of the house, I walk slowly as stealthily as I can while looking for any sign of someone outside my home. I open the kitchen door in total silence, I check that all the windows in the room are closed, the knives are in place and nothing seems to be missing from the room.

I continue my way to the living room where nothing is as it was when I left the house this morning, the books scattered on the floor, the lamp that was next to the sofa is now totally destroyed, fireplace and the photos of my parents are totally burned in the fire that a crackles in the fireplace revealing shattered pieces of those memories, I run my hand along the wall until I find the power button, the lights illuminate the room allowing to see in one of the central walls another of those phrases that open the doors to Dante's hell.

"...Oh you who enters here abandon all hope!"

The sound of the landline phone takes me out of my confused head, I take the device without stopping guarding the environment knowing that in any case someone can attack me.

-Wolf here- I murmur with a broken voice.

-Aeryne, where are you? I've been calling you on your cell phone-

-No, I don't know where it is, I must have lost it- I support my back against the wall.

-You must come to the police station immediately; Elizabeth gave the address and the name of the murderers to Becket, but failed to give him the name of the last victim until she was sure that no one was going to be able to save her.... Aeryne the next victim...-he sounds so far away.

-It's me- the incessant sound of a car engine has been heard for minutes at the door- Conte is at my place, it will be quite obvious when you arrive, investigate how it was possible that he managed to get out, or who was the one who helped him do it, there is someone within the police who is playing dirty, I must go, please be careful- I run the corridor to dad's room where is old desk was. I take a small set of keys from the pot by the window of it and go inside the place again, drawing my gun in search of something suspicious that I have to defend myself against.

I leave my badge next to the service weapon on the large desk that occupies almost the entire width of the room, memories flash through my mind, my father working while I played with him at being the police officer who arrested him for eating all the homemade cookies mom baked.

So many stories, so much life lived in that house that will be gone forever after tonight, I can feel it. All a backpack with enough cash for at least a month to live, documents and a false driver's license that I used to enter clubs in my youth, and the revolver that my father always kept locked in the blue cabinet behind his back. I check that it has the pertinent bullets and I keep it in the belt of my pants, I take a piece of paper and the silver gray pen that they gave me as a gift my first day as a detective and I write what I feel is my farewell.

"Thank you for everything, as you know, tragedy plagued my life from an early age, at times when I was not even aware of what was happening, all the paths I took led me to this place where I do not regret having stayed. Everything has to end, and that it ends where it started gives it the finishing touch almost like a romance novel.

Vinicio Conte is the main author of the massacre that occurred in this town in recent days, a group of misfits who could not face the reality of their actions took me to the breaking point where I find myself today, do not think for a second that I intend to commit suicide, everything you hear that does not come out of my mouth is a lie.

Aeryne Wolf, Official Detective New Shire Police Department."

Tears fall down my cheeks, the frame that I proudly hung on the wall in front of the desk that holds my diploma up seems empty of love and emotion, I am not a diploma or a photo of graduates with my classmates, I am much more and I hope you remember me for that.

I leave the room and walk with firm steps through the house and open the door of the porch where Mr. Vinicio Conte is waiting for me leaning on the door of the truck that was previously in the garage of the old shack in the woods.

-Detective, for a moment I thought that you had been cowardly enough to run away-

-Conte, I think that truck does not belong to you- I firmly hold the handles of the backpack that hangs on my back.

-I think it does, please get in the car, let me tell you a story- I walk slowly along the front of the truck until I reach the passenger seat and I get in without taking my backpack off my back, it's uncomfortable, but easy to carry if I have to escape.

In silence he drives up to Little Peak, after finding my father dead hanging on the branches I never went back to that forest and the family weekend cabin was completely abandoned, or so I thought until I was proven otherwise.

He drives in silence until we reach the cabin, I get out of the truck feeling the weight of years of resentment and pain accumulating in my chest, the desire to cry crowds my eyes but not by chance will I give Vinicio the pleasure of seeing me in that state, after all he is a ruthless killer, a mastermind of evil, although it seems cliché and I will not give him the thought that he is breaking me into a thousand pieces inside, although that is really happening.

We walked through the forest for a while before entering the waterfall, it is smaller than I remembered it, the ground is still just as muddy and the scar from my father's suicide is still marked on that branch that still tells it to grow after having it cut to lower it.

-How is everything? Does it look familiar to you?-

-What are we doing here Vinicio?-

-We are here to tell you a story, everyone thinks of the harm caused to the victims but no one thinks of the harm they caused me, how they damaged my story forever- he pulls out a gun from the waistband of the jeans he is wearing and He points at me- I'm going to ask you to please leave your backpack on the ground, you won't need the weapon that you have hidden in your waist, besides, I just want to chat- a violent smile appears on your face, without further doings I do what he tells me to, I leave the backpack and the gun on the porch of the old vacation cabin my parents had and we go in.

Memories hit my mind in a colossally, all the furniture is in its place only corroded by the pass of time and the elements, he makes me take a seat in my mother's chair that is in front of my father's chair where he is already sitting.

-I'll start with the story, but first let me show you something- he leaves the gun in his lap on the sofa, puts his hand in the back pocket of his pants, I place my hands outstretched on the armrests of the chair waiting for something to happen, As I do this he gingerly pulls out a piece of time-worn paper. It passes me what I recognize as the photo paper folded in half, I open it completely observing the printed image carefully, my mother's smile is what stands out the most in the photograph, she is embracing a man whom I do not recognize, the sparkle in his eyes betrays the happiness of the moment. I check the inscription on the back of the paper hoping to find some clue as to the date it was made. Because of how similar my mother is to what I remember her, it seems to be from when I was around 10 years old.

There is nothing else written there except for a small phrase written by hand with the ink already erased by the passing of the years.

"...the first love..."

-I don't recognize this man, why are you showing me this?-

-That man, detective, is my father and the woman in the photo is my mother- I shake my head trying to process the twisted joke he just told.

-Please, Mr. Conte, this is clearly a set-up, my mother was always faithful to my father, besides that she is your mother, it would incur the fact that you are my brother and that is not a good joke- I get up from my place threatening to which he takes the gun and points it at me.

-Sit down sister, we have a lot to discuss- I raise my hands in surrender but I don't go back to my place.

-No matter what you tell me, Vinicio, I'm not your sister, we're too different to be- he pushes me roughly on the seat and I look at him angrily.

-Our parents met for a date for lovers a long time ago, did our mother never tell you the story? One day when she was working, he arrived at the shop and attended him, the two fell in love in an instant...-

-That's not what happened, how did you find out all this?-

-I already told you, our precious mother has been lying to us all her life, preferring your filthy family over us, my father was destroyed after she abandoned him on the same day of his birthday, the same day she gave him this book- take the leather cover book on the table that I had never seen before - my father came to this country looking for peace after the war and ended up dying of grief because of a heartless woman, who only used him to satisfy carnal desires to which her husband was not up to the task-

-Don't talk about my mother, you have no idea what kind of person she was, you don't know her-anger was boiling inside me.

-Did she ever told you why your father made the coward decision to commit suicide?- The words get stuck in my throat, no coherent answer comes to mind as to how he knows so much about my past and this cabin.

-You see? No smart answers now, no little sister, our mother was a whore who created such resentment in my father that he confessed to your father what happened, that I didn't even have the opportunity to be baptized since they wouldn't accepted bastard children in Catholic churches, he told him everything in great detail, how mom lived, like that supposed son who was born dead in the hospital before you were born, never died and who was given to his biological father while he was abandoned by his mother, years passed of agony for my father...-

-All this situation just because your father was spiteful? All the deaths you caused just because the little problems you dragged from childhood with your mommy didn't leave you alone once you grew up?... oh you are incredible - I exhale laughing at this situation - you are so wrapped up in your hatred you only managed to sink more and more Vinicio - I get up from my place ready to leave- I will not continue listening to this torture just because this madman comes up with it-

-STAY WHERE YOU ARE!- he shouts.

- Or else what? Are you going to kill me or are you going to fill my head with lies like you did with my father so that he would commit suicide? Listen to me, little brother, I'm not my mother or my father, you're not going to manipulate me as you please, so if you don't plan to kill me, let me go right now-I demand.

In the carelessness of his walk from one side to the other I throw myself on his back trying to hold the gun. His hands tense and I manage to knock him off the edge of the kitchen door so the Glock falls to the floor away from us. I climb on his back like a horse wrapping my arms around his neck to lock him and leave him unconscious, before he passes out completely he manages to walk with his back to the door and stamp me against it where the latch hits my kidneys, I fall to the ground sore trying to catch my breath, my legs feel heavy and my whole body throbs with pain. I see him run to the kitchen, I take the glass lamp, a gift from my grandmother for my parents' wedding day, a family heirloom according to her; I managed to land the blow on his head leaving him stunned again.

I reach the kitchen counter, I grab a butcher knife to defend myself as I run to the gun, his hands grab my ankle and I fall to the ground face first without even being able to stop my fall with my hands. My chin hits the tile-colored ceramic floor loudly, leaving me very dizzy. I instinctively kick hitting his hands until I can drag myself across the kitchen floor. I'm holding it in my hand when I feel the blade I'd previously used to defend myself dig into my left thigh causing a bloodcurdling scream of pain.

I hear police car sirens in the distance, I think, I just hope it's not a hallucination. I return again to my current situation when the weapon is wielded in the hand of my dearest brother, I crawl until my back hits the pan cabinets, if I take out the dagger I could bleed to death right now and give Conte the satisfaction of killing me, But I don't want to die either. I giggle stupidly at my thoughts, I'm already rambling.

-Let's go back to the beginning little sister, in the place where it all began, the weekend house that your father bought to spend the weekends with the family that later became the love nest of our mother and my father, the place where everything began, it is the place where everything will end- he positions himself on top of me, his body covering mine completely, with the adrenaline pumping through my body I take the knife out of my leg and immediately plunge it into the entrails of my dear little brother I twist him to deal as much damage as possible, before he can stop the entire weapon in his hands, and walk away.

The footsteps of people around the cabin are present, I drag myself to the sofa where I fall pale, my body going into shock, before passing out I manage to see the sergeant and Dylan enter the cabin, wrapped in their bulletproof vests they scan the area before to get close to me.

-Aeryne, what happened to you?- my partner approaches once again to save me as he has done so many times before. I hold onto his shoulders as I stand up feeling the comforting warmth of his body, the boss' footsteps approaching the living room area with Vinicio Conte in his arms.

-I'll take him to the truck, don't move from here I'll call reinforcements on the way- the Sergeant dictates and that's how it's done. We nod at the same time as I return my body to the couch, a grimace of pain forming on my face as I try to calm my heavy breathing.

-Are you feeling well?- He places a tourniquet on my leg with the scarf I left the police station with to protect me from the cold. I instinctively try to move my leg away because of the pain caused by the knot on the wound, but the hands of Dylan holds them in place.

-How did you find out I was here?- I whisper, wiping the perspiration from my forehead.

-The boss traced your cell phone signal to here-

Now...that doesn't make any sense.

-That doesn't make sense Dylan, you called me at home and I told you that I had lost my cell phone in the speed of my flight- we stayed recalculating the situation for a few seconds until we understood.

Holly shit.

He had been in front of us the whole time and we didn't saw him, the person inside the police station who helped Conte had always been the sergeant. With the thirst for revenge coursing through my body and the adrenaline pumping at a thousand per hour throughout my body, I get up from the place and run to the back door hoping to see some sign of the two of them. I take the gun that is still on the backpack on the porch and start to trace the footprints of the two along the path to the waterfall.

-Aeryne you can't go after them it's dangerous, it's dark and you're still hurt-

-He's my brother and he killed my parents Dylan, he killed them both out of sorrow and hatred, that's why I need to go. I'll go with your support or not- he stops dead in his tracks internalizing the news I just gave him. I continue along the path to the waterfall in silence, after a few seconds the dark-haired man joins my search, we follow the journalist's blood trails all over the place, the damned man zigzags trying to throw us off the scent but the boss here is Conte, he Said it himself, there is only one place where this can end.

Right where all started.

Instead of following the trail of blood directly, I cut the path to the waterfall, my hands sweat, the cold does not help much, especially for walking, not feeling my leg because of the little blood that runs through it, I hit myself with branches and bushes that they only manage to hurt me even more, I stop for a few seconds to take a breath, the cold of the night permeates my bones but it helps to numb the pain a little.

I hold on to Dylan's forearms to keep from putting all my weight on my bruised leg. For a few seconds I imagine myself in his arms on a bed embraced and covered watching a movie and eating popcorn, what a beautiful image, I smile feeling the warmth of the scene fill my heart with courage and strength to move forward. I hug him tight, we stay in silence for a few seconds sharing the sound of our galloping hearts, once recovered we return to the road, after a few more meters we see the clearing where the river becomes a waterfall.

I raise the hilt of the gun in front of my face, Dylan's left hand holds me close to his body to give me support. We reach the banks of the waterfall where Vinicio is sitting next to a rock and the sergeant as his escort points us.

-Come on detective, who is going to believe that a decorated sergeant like him is going to be a traitor, should better think about your strategies- Conte's voice fills the air.

-It's the truth, traitors must carry the full weight of justice on their shoulders, just like murderers, Mr. Conte- I spit the words out of my mouth with disgust.

-Detective please, let's lower our weapons and talk like civilized people-

-You did it on purpose, you got me into this shady game so as not to get me out, you just threw dirt on me- he growled.

-A woman does not belong to a police station unless it is to be booked as a prostitute-

-Like his mother- Vinicio jokes.

-Shut up once and for all!- shot of fury and rage, a well-aimed shot on his shoulder breaking in a piercing scream, he rolls on the ground, the explosion of the shot stains my face with blood.

-Put that down! Right now- Dylan holds the gun trying to get it out of my hands, I push him away when I see the sergeant raise his service weapon pointing at him, I shoot him in the chest killing him instantly. Dylan's voice feels far away, I fall to the ground letting the gun fall out of my hands. The dark-haired man opens his eyes without being able to explain what he saw, my friend and colleague holds his hair walking from one side of the place to the other.

-I wasn't going to let him hurt you- I murmur trying to get closer to my brother

-Aeryne, what did you do? - He repeats, holding me to get away from the dead man.

I abruptly separate myself from his side to drag myself closer to the side of the multiple murderer in front of my eyes, the tears mix with the taste of blood on my lips, they flood my eyes without leaving a clear view of his body, I turn him face up to observe him, a sly smile escapes from his face, he opens his lips revealing the blood that floods his mouth and whispers his last words.

-We end where we started; the original sin- limbo is represented in my mind, those who are condemned to wander eternally since they did not receive the sacrament of baptism before dying.

I clean his face of mud and garbage, with difficulty I drag his body to the shore, his inert body is the maximum evidence that the hatred and bitterness of the parents end up permeating the soul of the children. Clean once again and with a kiss on the forehead I let his body fall off the shore and be dragged by the current, my sobs merge with the sound of the waterfall, we are matter that evolves, I always believed that it was so, let's hope that its evolution is to be happy. Dylan at my side holds my shoulders as I watch the blood stain the water at the end of it.

We end where we started.

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toomanybandstocare · 2 years

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I BLOODY LOVE I DONT BELIEVE IN LOVE OMG??!! WHAAT you little freaking genius holy moly I love it. It’s so angsty and also I love how much you clearly love Steve he’s such a sweet precious baby and the way he’s being so patient and kind and gentle is everything at this stage I’m team Steve even if it’s platonic lmao. I love Steve having a friend who genuinely appreciates him I think that’s what he needs. Reading it is giving me an ache in my stomach like the kind you get when you’re going through a break up y’know? Also I agree Eddie needs to suffer, Chrissy might be cool but reader is clearly incredible and deserves the world and loves him more than anyone else. I hope Steve and reader stay in their little world in fact I want them in even more of a little bubble just basically cut off the world besides each other. Put Eddie through it all honestly, have Steve and reader do everything they did, have him see them out having fun, have reader go on a hot date, have reader do all kinds of fun shit they deserve to heal and have their fun too. You should consider having reader buy weed from his competition too hurt his business while we’re at it lol😂 If he wants to be an oblivious idiot and not see how good he has it already then drag his ass through the mud(in the nicest way possible we still love Eddie but god damn he’s hurting even my feelings with his obliviousness) also I see the lil ish on the end of platonic and I’m here for all of it 😏 I can’t wait to see what you do next and I’m honestly rambling. Whatever you write is gonna be so good I swear you put crack in your stories. Anywaay basically wanted to say you’re an amazing writer I’m loving this whole camping theme you have going it’s very cool very 80’s stranger things feeling and just genuinely fun to read it’s like a nice little extra touch I’ve never seen someone do this kinda theme and I love it. I hope you have a great day/night and on a serious note I’ve been depressed af the last couple weeks just in such a slump and felt so depressed and lonely and I’ve been trying to find stuff to distract myself and I have to say you’re one of my fave writers and people on here. I hope you know how appreciated you and the effort and work you put in is. It may not seem much but just having something to read and distract myself for a little while is lovely. Thank you💖

Mornin, camper!

… hsjjsk hhhhh wowie. I- just, thank you 🖤 It genuinely means so much to hear this. Idk I guess I got overwhelmed with sharing my work, and the little voice of anxiety started to come out.

All right, camper. … Imma be honest, and it may shock may some of you. … I was never in Steve Harrington’s lane until like s.3, which I only just watched recently. I was in Johnathan’s first and then Billy’s and kindaaaaaa Steve’s and then BAM Eddie hit me like a fucking truck. But I digress.

The reason I love Steve so much is how much we seen him grow. He has one of the most well developed characters arcs I’ve seen, even when I was studying media writing. I cannot wait to rewatch all the seasons, and esp take note of the differences of his character. Mayhaps during fall for spooky season.

And DEAR GOD what have I done? A couple of campers have also express their *cough * disdain for Eddie in this and how they would like to *checks the clipboard report* ah, yes. Give him a “love tap” or “beat his ass”. … I have had thoughts about this route of pay back, but irl I’m more of a sneaky payback person. So the idea to just being unconditionally happy and free…buying weed straight Rick instead maybe (cut the lil middle man out, and be a fav customer of Rick’s for the perks???)…hehehhe me likey.

I’m so glad that you enjoy my blog! Ye, I just wanted a lil piece of summer camp in my pocket year round. It’s really made me happy :)

CAMPER, giving you all the head pats and extra dessert tickets. Maybe even a snuck in Caprisun. I know how hard bouts of depression are, and if you need anything feel free to just hang out here anytime you need. I hope you have a good day, and please try to drink some water.

#camper ask #annon ask #camp halfwit letters #counselor mythos report #im sending all my love and hugs

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anime-rambles · 3 years

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"OMEGA STOP PART 1"

Pairing: Alpha Bakugou x Alpha Kirishima x Omega Reader

Type: ABO Dynamic, Angst, blood, SFW

Word Count: 2900+

A/N: Seeing how everyone is loving “Welcome Home Omega” I decided to do another omegaverse fic this time with lots of angst. Thank you so much for all the kind words, reblogs, likes and follows. Was thinking of making a Part 2 for this? What do you think?

Summary: Omega y/n returns home to her alpha’s after being away in Europe, thinking she would be able to re-join her alphas and be happy. Only to discover they move on without her.

Link to Part 2 = https://anime-rambles.tumblr.com/post/657712192264814592/omega-stop-part-2

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I collect my suitcase from baggage claim and make my way towards the arrivals gate. It has been an incredibly long 8 years since I’ve been back home in Japan. After graduating UA with all my friends, I decided I needed a new path, something exciting that didn’t include my alphas. Being away from my family and friends has been one of the most difficult things to go through and more importantly being away from my alphas. It was nice to be needed and not just because of my second gender.

After graduating UA, I joined Fatgum’s agency and from there I met Jackie one of fat’s previous partners on the drug squad. She needed a bright new hero that wanted to work outside of Japan and head off a special unit in charge of investigating quirk enhancing drugs. At first everyone was onboard and excited fir me but as time went on, it was becoming increasing hard to keep in contact with my busy alphas. So, one Christmas, two years into the job we all agreed to stop dating and put our relationship on hold, until I was finished with the special unit or until one of the alphas said enough, come home. I agreed happily, never thinking I would get the come home call, but here I am. I left Europe and returned home.

The doors of arrivals opened in front of me, I look around the barrier hoping to see either of my boys, Bakugou or Kirishima, but neither blonde nor red head could be seen. I walk the corner a small bit, thinking they might be hiding but nothing. I spot movement in the distant, a blur of pink rushing to my arms, knocking me off balance.

“YYYY/NNNN, I CAN’T BELIEVE YOUR HOME” Mina sobs into my ear. “Mina” I say back hugging her tightly. Out of everyone in UA Mina stayed in constant contact with my updating me on the group’s latest gossip and everyone hero’s ranking. “Come on, lets get you home” She speaks again, taking one of my bags and my hand in hers. I smile to her and gladly accept her hand. Mina is an omega like me, after UA her and Sero got together and currently have a beautiful house and a serval fluffy cats. Once we reach the car and start our journey. Mina tells me of everyone, what they are doing and what is planned for my coming home party tonight.

“Wait, slow down, where are you taking me first” I say, laughing at her excitement. With her hands on the car wheel. She says “Bakugou and Kirishima’s” I pause for a second. They must just be living together and not actually still together without, right? They wouldn’t betray me, would they? These thoughts are fully my head, maybe coming home wasn’t a good idea. I should have ignored the “come home” agreement. What if they just want to use me to have their kid and toss me aside.

“Y/N, please say something, you made me promise not to talk about the boys when were away and right now you’re kinda scaring me.” She presses.

“I’m… just thinking. So out with it tell me what has been going on, why are they living together.” I asked shifting in my seat to look at her and she drives down the straight road.

“Okay, so it started whe….”

Mina basically said what I thought she might after I left fully and didn’t come back like we agreed. Kirishima and Bakugou stopped for a while, they didn’t live together, socialise or anything but after Kirhisma was badly injured in a battle, they moved back in with each other and kept their relationship quiet, it’s been 6 years, that they been together while I have been alone.

“So that’s basically all of it y/n, I’m sorr…”

I cut her off, “Mina this is not for you to apologise for, you kept your promise to me and now I must face the music as they say in Europe.” We had arrived outside their house ages ago, but we ended up talking. I step out of the car and move to grab my bags. I look up to the house, it’s huge and white. Very modern and what’s looks to be very expensive. But what can you expect from the Number 1 and Number 5 heroes in Japan. Mina steps out and comes to my side of the car to hug me goodbye and to tell me the information for tonight. Just then the front door opens, Kirishima steps out with a huge grin on his face. He has changed a lot since I left. He is like a wall, thick with muscle and sporting a high red ponytail.

“There she is,” Kirishima says, holding out his arms as he makes his way down the path towards me. I drop my bags and run to him. I can be anger later, but right now I need this hug. “Here I am,” I say back to him, I took my face into his neck to breathe him in, he tries to do the same but it is unable as I have my marks and scent glands covered as Europe has different rules than us. I can sense the confusion and say I will explain later. Kirishima greats Mina and they discuss briefly about this evening's plans and Mina is off on her way, waving goodbye. With his arm around me, he guides me inside towards the kitchen. We each stand on opposite sides of the Island, not knowing what to say first.

“So, where’s Bakugou? I thought you would both be at the airport” I say frankly to him, showing my frustrations. “He had to work, but he should be back home soon,” Kirishima replies shuffling his feet. I stare at him, I want to voice my anger, I want him to know how much I hurt, I need to do this with Bakugou. “Okay” I reply looking at my bags, why did I come here, why did I think we could go back to normal. “He’ll probably be late like always though, why don’t show you to your room and you can get ready for this evening” He smiled at me, like he trying to form an olive branch between us. I nod and follow him out of the room and up the stairs. All around me are reminders, parties I could not attend, award shows I missed but right now I can’t dwell on that. My time in Europe was the best experience of my life and right now I want to go back. Kirishima leads me to a guest room and leaves me to get ready. I sigh, this is going to be difficult.

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Doing the finishing touches to my hair, I smooth my dress down as I look in the mirror. I’m wearing a tight-fitting black dress, that is off the shoulders. I rub my hands down my neck, wishing I could have had the surgery to remove my mark guards yesterday before I came home. Just to show them, that I kept my promise to them. I hear noises downstairs, Bakugou had arrived home ages ago but did not even come to say hello, just went straight to the shower. Although I know what Mina told me was true, I needed proof if I was to enter an argument with Bakugou. I walk a small bit from my room trying to stay quiet, I turn a corner and see a wall of photo frames, most are from UA and some are from Dates we three had together. The difference, I was no longer in the photos, I was cut out. You could see my arm or a sliver of my hair and maybe an eye. I felt rejection, my inner omega whined. Why would they do this to me? I ripped the frame from the walls and marched downstairs. My heels clicked on the floor beneath me. I rounded the corner and enter the kitchen not bothering to wait for their conversation to finished. I throw the frames onto the countertop and look up at both of them making eye contact. If I wasn’t so mad and hurt, I would be shocked at how mature and sexy they both are right now. Kirishima's hair is half up, half down being supported with braids and he is in a maroon shirt opened slightly. Whereas Bakugou wears a white shirt and supports an undercut. My alphas have matured, I suppose I have as well.

Kirishima looks at the frames and stays quiet. Bakugou does not dare to break eye contact with me.

“So, let me get this straight. I leave home, to become great in something that is bigger than me. I leave my alphas with an agreement, that we all would hit pause, and eventually I would come back or get a called from either of you to come home. I follow the rules, and it seems to me what I got in thanks was to be cut from your lives.” I raise my voice, guesting to the pile in front of me.

“tck…” Bakugou replies and looks at Kirishima.

“Don’t tck me Bakugou, it seems to me that I’m not even wanted here anymore, so why was I called home, let me guess you need an omega to have your child and then I’m to disappear,” I respond. “No that’s not why we called you back” Kirishima speaks up, slightly walking towards to appear less hostile.

“Funny how you call us your alphas but yet, our marks, our bond is no longer on your neck,” Bakugou responds, pointing towards me. “They are not gone, they are covered by a skin slip, in Europe is safer to have them covered in case you are kidnapped and forced to bond with someone,” I say back to him. “Omega, please let us explain, I understand your hurt, but we want you still, your part of our family,” Kirishima replies placing a hand on my elbow. I jerk away from him.

“So, all this time, when I was away, suffering through my heats alone. Omega depression after omega depression. You two, were what? Together happily rutting away.”

“Yes, how do we know you never had it off with anyone else,” Bakugou said leaning on the Island in front of me. “Bakugou, don’t say that -” Kirishima scolded him. “- we don’t think that y/n”. I stand there shocked; I can sense he is hurt but right now I will not be his vent.

“ah, I see, I was away fucking my way through Europe apparently and my alphas decided that instead of coming to see me and to tell me. They went behind my back” I stare at Bakugou not daring to back down. “How do we know you weren’t, how do we know you didn’t get our marks removed?” Bakugou asked.

I scuffed and turned out of the kitchen, towards my bags that were left at the bottom of the stairs. Both Alphas stayed in the kitchen and spoke to each other. I opened my bags and reached into it to find a wrapped plastic bag. I walked back into the kitchen, hearing Bakugou raising his voice at Kirishima, “I can’t Kiri, you almost died.” Kirishima hushed Bakugou as I re-entered the kitchen. I threw the bag at Bakugou.

“Go on, open it -” I say with my hands on my hips. “- There’s your proof” I stand and watch it. Bakugou opens the bag and pulls out two jumpers, one of his and one of Kirishima’s. Their scent has well worn out but mine could be smelled. Years of being alone, years of depression, laid in their hands. Kirishima’s eye watered. “This proves nothing, maybe if you weren’t lying about our mark being gone, we wouldn’t have this problem,” Bakugou said, dropping the jumpers on the countertop. “What do you want me to do, perform surgery right now, you know once you never doubted me” I laugh under my breath.

“Yeah well once, you weren’t such a slut, betraying your alp-“Bakugou responded but Kirishima stepped in creating a barrier between us. Tears started to form in my eyes, my vision blurred. Fine, if Bakugou wants proof right now that I was loyal then fine, I’ll give it to him.

I look at my nails and smile to myself, I thank whatever god is listening that I have long pointed nails today. Kirishima is currently speaking to Bakugou, standing in front of me. I can no longer hear him. All I know is, those skin slips have to go now. I take a deep breath in and dig my nails into my neck around where the stitched used to be. I whimper, both can smell blood and turn to look at me. I rip the slip from my skin, blood starts to pour from my neck but nothing that would majorly hurt me. I reach for the other and dig my nails in. “Y/n stop, what are you doing” Kirishima reaches to stop me, but he’s too late I pulled the other off and make eye contact with Bakugou. “You wanted your proof, here you are Bakugou, take a whiff I have NEVER BETRAYED EITHER OF YOU” I scream, throwing the slips onto the counter and storm off.

“Omega come back now” Bakugou shouts after me, I can hear him chase me and reach for my arm. I pull it forward and turn to face him. Tear are leaving my eyes, ruining my makeup, my dress ruined from the blood. “What Katsuki, you believe me now? What do you want from me, why are you mad?” Bakugou stands in shock, unable to talk. “ANSWER ME NOW,” I scream again. Bakugou reaches forward grabbing my arms, tears forming in his. Kirishima was leaning on the door behind him.

“HE ALMOST DIED, AND YOU WEREN’T THERE, I WAS ALONE, WATCHING HIM DIE AND YOU WERENT THERE, YOU PROMISED ME I’D NEVER BEEN ALONE, AND YOU LEFT ME ALONE WAITING FOR HIM TO COME BACK” he roared at me. I shoved Bakugou off me.

“I CAME HOME WHEN EIJIROU WAS IN HOSPITAL” I shouted back, both alphas heads shot straight up and looked at me. “I was there, I broke me promise to stay away until I was asked by either of you to come home. But I saw the fight, I saw Eijirou get knockdown and didn’t get back up. I hopped on the nearest flight and came home. You need proof, ask Fatgum, Denki, Tamaki, Deku.. anyone who sat in that waiting room.” I said looking into Bakugou's eyes. Kirishima walked forward to join us. Bakugou went to speak. “No you let me speak, I was there. Kirishima opened his eyes and called me an angel and then you shot into the room in a panic and threw yourself on him. Bakugou you looked in my eyes and didn’t say a word, so I stepped back, you saw me there, you. Don’t blame this on me. Knowing how angry you would be, Deku came and got me, promising to watch over both of you.” I stopped to wipe the tears from my eyes.

“How dare you hold that over me Katsuki Bakugou,” I say to him, Kirishima reaches for my hand as if to pull us all back together. I step back, I need to breathe to get out. I walk about the front door, grabbing my handbag. “I’ll see you at the party, some welcome home this was,” I say not looking back and slam the front door.

I walk down the path and reach for my phone, dialing Mina’s number. “Hey girly, I’m just about to leave for the pub,” Mina says down the phone. I start to cry and sit down on the curb. “Sero, wait a second” Mina whispers away from the phone. “Y/n, what’s happened, what’s going on,” She says again her voice has lowered. “Mina I need some help; I can’t see everyone looking like this,” I say back to her. I cry again, I can hear the door behind me open and I stand. I turn and see Kirishima, “Y/n wait please, come back in, we can sort this out,” he says, and I look over his shoulder. Bakugou is frozen in the same spot, staring at the floor. “I’m almost there, start walking to me,” Mina says and hangs up. I bend down and undo the straps of my heels, steeping out of them leaving them on the step. I start to run down the street, I need some quiet, I need to think.

“OMEGA STOP” Bakugou shouts behind me, but I can’t. I see Mina’s car and run towards it.

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