#of course she almost dies from poison a couple of times

[miserye]

core memory for me was when my sisters read a manga and i read it with my mother (kind of not really but not gonna explain) where it was this guy who had this ability (multiple people could do it i think) where he could like eat poison (i think) and not die but the ability was due to this rock thing? i think and made him poisonous? so he couldn't make out w the female lead cuz she'd die but also he was taste testing for her because she was some rich girl (maybe just sheltered but i'm like 80% sure he was also like her butler or something you know how the mangas do it) but of course they fall in love so he gets the ball ? removed from him so he's no longer poisonous?? and they could get together but also i remember there was a considerable age gap (as they did in early shoujo)

#chatterye #some lore about me for you #of course she almost dies from poison a couple of times #of course they kiss before the ball is removed (i think) and she gets poisoned or something #of course her dad is against it or whatever #but like this was something that has stuck w me since i was a child because it was so weird #and my first introfuction into manga LMFAOSFJLKASDF #but yeah i was rly young when i read this so this is more than likely not very accurate #but if this sounds familiar let me know LOL

[morganalatina21]

Manipulating Death: Chapter Eleven

(Or maybe... Season two, chapter one??)

Series Summary: When Harry discovers he has a twin sister that was hiding for years, he wants to know all about her, specially about her ability to bring people back to life.

a/n: I'm sorry it took me so long to post this one, but I wanted to get it done even though I'm so mf sleepy rn so just... enjoy!

(Also, english isn’t my first language so I’m sorry in advance lol)

Last Chapter | Masterlist

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Everyday, Y/n would wake up in Regulus' bed, sometimes with him already awake and just waiting for her still laying down, others he'd already be down in the kitchen preparing breakfast.

The people living there were usually very suspicious of his cooking, so Lupin would lie and say he watched him prepare it and assure them there are no poison on the plates.

"I'm saving my poison for Mundungus Fletcher." He said once, the man who attempted to steal the locket he died trying to obtain would be very deserving of poisoning.

The kids didn't went back to Hogwarts, Remus writing an obnoxiously long letter about how they were so mentally unstable due to Sirius' death and Voldemort's return being official, it would be better no to risk it.

So weekly they'd receive a package full of quick questions and a more detailed test about each subject.

Hermione was far from content, missing sitting in class and holding her hand up high to answer a question and be received by a gentle smile and a small number of points to her house.

But they couldn't risk going back and accidentally spill something that could compromise them, plus Harry and Ron wouldn't be the best actors for faking grief.

All that summed up to the fact Y/n was still recovering from her almost two weeks visit to the dead world.

Different from the Black brothers, no one pulled her back, she had to force her soul into her body, making a hole in the layer with her size. Fortunately, the Death Eater was way further into the other side of life, so no one else could reach that portal.

Also, she hadn't spat out her possessor yet.

The Potter would usually feel it tingle inside her, making her blood pressure and heartbeats slow down, and she'd almost pass out.

On days like this, they'd take turns on feeding her aching body. Sometimes it'd only accept if it was Harry putting the spoon into her mouth, other days only one of the Black brothers would success.

Because of that, there was one more person far from happy with this arrangement: Molly Weasley.

She wasn't a big fan of letting her son in a house with three undead wizards, but Ron would talk to her through the fireplace everyday.

So they'd live like this for a couple months.

Once all of them got in a fifteen minute tangent about which house she'd get sorted into if she was at Hogwarts.

"Of course she'd be a Ravenclaw!" Hermione argued, with one of Y/n's journal about the possessors on hand. "This is bloody brilliant! She's so smart."

"If that was the case, you would be a Raven too!" Harry countered, sitting across from her, with his sister right behind him. "She's a Gryffindor, that's so obvious!"

"I agree with Harry." Sirius intervened. "She jumped into that veil with no hesitation and faced three Death Eaters alone. She's one of us for sure."

"I don't think so, Pads." Remus said calmly. "Of course, she's brave and there's no doubt, but she did all of that because she knew what would happen, I'm confident she'd be in Ravenclaw."

"Actually I think Hufflepuff would be a great house for her." Ron came into the discussion. "I mean, she did all of that to be loyal to her family and Regulus, she's willing to help what others thought was beyond help."

"But her motivations are selfish, it's her parents. Not to mention the ambition! Winning over death? She's a Slytherin." Regulus barged in, sitting close to Y/n this entire time.

The single thought that the Potter would be in the snake house gained boos and disagreeing shouts the exact instant.

"Just because you put their colors on her doesn't make her a snake, little brother. She's one of the lions!"

"Absolutely not! She's a Ravenclaw!"

Y/n just watched all of that, laying in the bed and sometimes murmuring this to her brother, that would explode in a laugh immediately.

She didn't really cared about their discussion; she knew which house she belonged to —and more than that, which she wanted to belong.

The girl wasn't kidding when she said Regulus was like a keychange that came with her and they were a package deal.

Whenever they engaged in conversations with her, Regulus would be close enough to seem like a shadow. The man was so protective over Y/n too, always coming behind her and ask for a break so she could rest.

And taking that into consideration, of course the possessor would come out the only time he wasn't around.

They talked about how to destroy the locket for weeks and even though he'd be the one to know the most about it, he refused every attempt the others had to go out —always saying it'd be an unworthy risk and he would not leave her side.

But Y/n had to convince him.

"Are you sure?" He asked for the millionth time, stopping for ten minutes every time he got a little bit dressed. "What if something happens?"

"Reggie..." She called, holding his face and he had flashbacks to the night she died, opting to hold her arm tight just in case something happened. "Nothing went wrong all this time, do you really think the only time you'd leave my side something would magically come along and murder me?"

"That's literally what we just been through!"

"I know." Y/n rolled her eyes. "But I was alone then. Here I have one of the smarts witches ever and... those two too." The man laughed lightly at that, still not letting go of her arm. "Nothing's gonna happen."

After some minutes of hesitation, Regulus finally nodded.

"Oh Merlin he's gonna be furious." She sighed about an hour later, turning around on the bed, drenched in cold sweat while being surrounded by the other teenagers.

A bucket sat right by her side while Hermione was looking around through her calligraphy on potion jars, Ron kept a cold towel against her forehead and Harry tried to reason with the other possessor on the room to help his sister.

"Please you need to get better!" Ron begged, moving the towel around her face. "I really don't wanna know what the Cruciatus feel like."

"Well..." Y/n coughed. "He has been wanting to hex you two for quite some time now."

Ron's face turned into a crying frown which just made her laugh even worse.

"Didn't you had two possessors?" Hermione asked when she noticed Harry was heavily talking to a single creature.

"I assumed mine would be really big and hard to control so Regulus' went to look for the ones that escaped and the men of the house for some help." The Potter muttered, immediately turning around and lying some dark goo that was far from being a possessor, but was a big start.

"Oh God, oh Merlin." Harry groaned, concern writing all over his face.

"Relax." His sister asked, fingers gripping to the mattress. "I'm gonna be fine. I always do."

Y/n coughed harshly almost throwing up her entire throat, eyes watering and face feeling numb. The possessor was moving inside her, claws piercing deep into her organs to hold itself.

"Does miss Potter need help?" Kreacher voice came from the door, sounding genuinely worried.

She so her head no as some of its paws stared showing from her open mouth, making Ron whine and steal the bucket to throw up himself.

And she was right, the possessor took an age to come out, and when it did, it was huge, twice the bed size and sharp glowing red eyes shined all over his face.

"I-its massive." Hermione whimpered, hands shaking as she unscrew a potion bottle to feed Y/n, but the creature growled, taking a step forward, making it clear his intentions to go back to her body. "No. NO!"

The girl jumped, standing up and holding her wand in the most threatening way possible, Ron and Harry doing the same.

"If you wanna take someone, take me!" The Potter boy shouted, making himself look bigger and cover his sister unconscious body fully.

The possessor screeched and advanced towards him, Harry closed his eyes to accept the fate if it meant his twin would be safe.

But before the cold paws of death could reach him, the others possessors came into the room, all forming a barrer in front of them, guarding the teenagers.

"Is there a way to take him to the basement?" Kreacher asked, standing on the bed.

"I don't know, are they repelled by something?"

"It doesn't say anything on her notes."

"Oh God we're gonna die here and I couldn't make mom a rich woman yet!"

Y/n's possessor starting making himself look larger and more intimidating, preparing to attack, when the three wizards came bursting through the door.

Regulus didn't like like himself, neither the one from the last days, or the one that first met. No, he was a different man, rage and darkness filled his eyes as he forced the possessor the withdraw and took him to the basement, Kreacher sealing the door.

Grotesque screams escaped the possessor in a way they never heard before, and it gave the teenagers a chill.

"Hide before he comes back! Now! Go go go go!" Sirius instructed, the kids rushing outside her room to lock themselves in the shared one.

Sirius was with him when the possessor found them and Regulus immediately knew something was wrong. It didn't even mattered, he didn't tried to understand the creature, already rushing to apparate with bloodthirsty look on his eyes.

The younger Black appeared on the door and Sirius pushed a smile to his face, which was badly received.

"Leave." Was all he said.

When Y/n woke up a couple of minutes later she was greeted by a very frowny Regulus during right in front of her.

"Geez, who bit you?"

He didn't answered, standing there in silence, barely blinking. To say he was mad was an understatement, man was fucking fuming.

"Listen, I-"

"What did I said would happen?"

"Reggie-"

"And what happened?" He interrupted once again.

"I'm not dead, I-"

"You could've been." He spat out. "Those kids don't know shit about all of this, they're not help! I told you! But no, you couldn't stop being a reckless and dumb bitch for once!"

His cheek hurt, and neck snapped to the side. She hasn't slapped him, she punched him.

Gathered all her forces to do just that, doesn't matter how badly her fist would hurt later.

"This dumb bitch knew exactly what she was doing." She bit back. "The possessor wouldn't come out until I wasn't around people who should be dead, it was eating me from the inside." His eyes went wide as he voice became louder as she spoke. "Don't fucking turn it on me when I'm already exhausted! Now get the fuck out cause I don't wanna have to get up and kick your ass."

He blinked, hating all of this and wanting to reach out to hug her and give her the comfort she needed after everything she'd been through.

But Y/n wouldn't back down. "Now, Regulus."

The girl ordered and turned around, back facing him as she prepared to take some sleep.

Slowly, he got up and walked baby steps to the door, wishing she'd change her mind and just ask him to lay down together.

But she didn't, and he left.

God, he felt horrible, it had been months since they fought so bad they wouldn't sleep together. And of course, just like last time, he turned on her his frustrations.

You really didn't get anything from that, did you? Bloody idiot!

Three hours and a half passed with the house silent like a tomb when Regulus broke it, knocking on her door.

After some quiet moments thinking she wouldn't answer, Kreacher opens the door from the inside and the Black finally sees her again. Lying on the mattress looking so tired and weak, and she wouldn't stare at him.

"I made your favorite." He stated, approaching the bed, plate on his hand. "You need to eat, I hope you like it."

Regulus thought so much of what to do, but he was never one to apologize. Holding her to sleep wouldn't work this time. So maybe some acts of service would do, showing her he did care so much for her.

"Do you want me to feed it to you?"

"You hate doing that." She answered.

"Do you want me to?"

Y/n looked up for the first time and saw sorry in his eyes. She sighed and sat up, leaving space for him to sit in front of her, which he did.

Despite the offer, she chose to eat it by herself.

"Shit's really good." She murmured, putting a small smile on his face and the girl mirrored him.

At that time, they both wanted the exact same thing: for Regulus to lean in and seal their lips together after apologizing lowly.

But their kissing didn't really followed a pattern. Sometimes it would be before or after breakfast, other times he'd secretly pull her and land a peck in her lips with the thrill of others possibly catching them.

It wasn't everyday too, she never knew when they'd find their way to her lips.

She was fine with him doing things his way, but sometimes a small impulse of wanting something more would bloom.

And he wanted to kiss her more, just not having the courage to do so, even though he did that before, doubts ran on his mind.

What if she doesn't want to? What if I misread the situation? What if..?

So despite both wanting that, they didn't kiss.

And they'd continue to not do things they wanted to for a very long time.

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#manipulating death series #harry potter #regulus black #sirius black #harry potter fanfiction #remus lupin #black brothers #albus dumbledore #dumbledore #order of the phoenix #regulus deserved better #regulus black x reader

[imaginesbymonika]

It all tastes like poison.

Part 2.

Pairing: Homelander x fem!reader / Solider Boy x fem!reader

Plot: based on this request: “can you please write an imagine about someone who use to be with soldier boy before he "died» which left her broken, but she still worked with vought for years because she ages slower than normal and she meets homelander who she kinda falls for, but when ben comes back she gets mixed emotions till he tries to kill homelander and then she'll have to work with everyone else to get him back into the box, which she doesn't want to do. LIKE ANGST?”

warning: f-bombs, angst, mentions of character death, death, violence (man turned into slime)

Previous chapter

The love she felt for Soldier Boy was a ‘one-of-a-kind’ kind of love. One that she has been carrying around with her everywhere. Somehow she managed to never lose it. The memories of the way he used to hold her at night were enough to bring tears to Y/N‘s eyes whenever her mind went back to it.

Of course, she knows that he wasn’t a good person- fuck, not one single Supe could claim that they are.

"When she got created in their lab, something just went wrong.", Ben clarifies and Hughie instantly looks at Billy. "What are you talking about?"

“Y/N.”, he says:” I don't really know much about it… no one does. But I think they gave her the wrong amount of V. Way too much. And to be honest with you two, Y/N is the one you should be worried about.“ He leans back: “Like I said before… if Y/N had found out that they kept me in the USSR, good lord.“ Ben lets out a chuckle, one that shows that he’s almost proud: “You wouldn’t find Russia on any fucking map today.“

Y/N meanwhile stares at the ceiling. Ben was out there. Fuck. Her Ben was out there and fucking alive, while she was stuck with his cheap knockoff version. Thinking about it for longer than five fucking minutes made her want to throw up again.

"Hey!"

Black Noir, who is walking down the hallway turns around at the sudden sound of a voice calling out for him. However, as soon as he recognizes Y/N he tenses up. The woman makes her way towards him, and when she notices how he glances at the clock she lets out a sigh: “Yeah, I know it‘s late. But I just can’t sleep knowing that Ben is out there. I feel like the longer I stay here the crazier I get.”

But when she doesn’t receive any response from him, she tilts her head:” Don’t… you want to find him?” A suffocating silence falls upon the halls and Y/N stares at her long-time friend, only to see him shake his head a few moments later.

She awkwardly smiles at him and crosses her arms in front of her chest:” I don’t-. I don’t get it. It’s Ben. Our Ben, we are talking about here. He essentially came back from the dead and you’re telling me that you don’t want to know what happened?”

At the sincerity in her voice, Black Noir takes a step back. One that doesn’t go unnoticed. Y/N looks down at his legs and it doesn’t take her more than a second to comprehend what that implies. Her eyes move back up:”Wait what?” An uneasy chuckle escapes her lips:”I don’t get it. Do you know something that I don’t know?”

Black Noir doesn't answer, of course, he doesn't. But ever since his voice left him, his body language has taken over. Now, after a couple of decades of working together, he doesn't need to move much for Y/N to understand him.

She swallows thickly, while hot tears emerge in her eyes. “Did- did you have anything to do with his ‘death’?” Fuck, she silently prays that she’s wrong. He stares at her. “Don’t fuck with me!” Her view of the world turns blurry, but she can still catch the way he slowly nods. A few seconds later, he plunges to the floor. Dead. Turned into a puddle of slime.

"I'm giving her less than 24 hours." Billy turns his head to glance at Ben: "What did you just say?" "You heard me."

#angst #x reader #imagine #soldier boy x y/n #soldier boy x reader #soldier boy #homelander #homelander x reader #the boys imagine #the boys x reader #billy butcher #hughie campbell

[thebucketpail]

How Many Times Must We Burn

A crackhouse raid goes wrong. There's an explosion. There's a scream. How many tries will it take for Flashback to get her whole team out safely?

Cw: Fire, burns, graphic depictions of injury (burns) and suffocation. Major character injury, possible major character death. Mentions of drug use, drugs, violence.

Ao3

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"Are we all clear on the plan?"

Of course they were all clear in the plan. It was the same plan as always. Fade goes in, gives the warning, when that doesn't work, they all go in guns ablazing until the crackheads run away or are beaten into submission. Then they burn the drugs and steal the money. Rinse and repeat. Honestly the whole ordeal was starting to get old, Sara would kill for a bit of action now and again.

So of course, everything went down without a hitch. They went in, busted a couple heads, and took the money. It wasn't until they were looking for the drugs themselves that it all went bad.

The explosion rocked the building. The ground shook as fiery tendrils crawled through he doorway Fade and Masquerade had just gone through, and they were spreading through the rest of the room fast, eating through the old alcohol stained flooring and walls like dry tinder in a bonfire. The heat was unbearable. Then there was a scream.

Sara was almost too stunned to react, but she had learned long ago that every second was precious with a power like hers.

"Flashback!"

The room shifted back to the world of three seconds ago. The fire was gone, or not yet there, despite the lingering warmth like a mild burn against her skin.

"Fade, Mask, fall back! Everyone out!"

They all knew to follow her orders. They had trained it. They had made sure that when Flasback said something, there were no arguments because it was almost, if not always, a matter of life and death, and no one wanted to be the idiot who died because they didn't listen to the girl who had prevented their deaths thousands of times.

So they all listened and ran. Well, actually, the Blood Syndicate never ran. They retreated tactfully. Even if that did look like a mad, desperate dash for escape.

Even so, despite being trained to follow her orders, sometimes things went wrong. Sometimes they couldn't hear her yell, or she was just too late in general, or something else got in the way.

The explosion rocked the building and again, the air was filled with an ear-peircing, blood curdling, scream.

"Flashback!"

This time she went after her brother and Mask. They hadn't heard her last time, so she'd have to get to them directly. A tricky thing with her timetable.

The two were several rooms down a narrow hall, sorting through bins or capsules and pills. Sara had to forcibly stop herself from shoving a nice handful in her pocket.

"Guys, we need to get out! like, now!"

Fade's eyes widened and he immediately reached over to grab Mask's arm, yanking him harshly toward the door. It didn't much matter though, three seconds is a horribly short amount of time when you really need them to be long.

Sara didn't even register the sound of the explosion or the vibrations of the ground. She was much more preoccupied with the feeling of her flesh melting of her bones. The heat had come much more sudden and much, much stronger, surrounded by the barrels and barrels of poison. The shock tore her voice from her throat and the fire replaced it with acrid smoke.

Sara couldn't breath, and worse, she couldn't speak. The there was the scream. It was worse the second time. She didn't even know who's voice it was, wasn't that sad?

"F-flash- flashback!"

The fire was gone, so was the smoke. Still, Sara was finding it hard to breathe. Fade and Mask were still going through the barrels.

"Out! Now, Both of you!"

Her voice was raspy from the smoke, and picking herself off the floor was the most excruciating thing she'd done in a while, but they had to get out of there. She couldn't go through that burning again. Wasn't it funny that not even twenty minutes ago she had been begging for some proper action? Oh how fate can be a cruel mistress.

They got as far as the front room this time. The others didn't bother asking what they were running from, they all just fell on line as the explosion rocked the building for the fourth time. The wall of heat slammed onto Sara's back as they made there exit. It wasn't flashy or cool like they preferred, but they were all alive and that was good enough.

They had made it a block away from the smoldering remains of what was a crackhouse but was now more of a smoking pile of ash, before Sara finally collapsed. The heat still lingered under her skin and if she closed her eyes she could still smell the burning of her flesh. Heat the screaming. Taste the smoke.

Breathing hadn't come easy for a while now. It might have something to do with her desired method of disposing of the drugs they liberated, but it wasn't like she had ever had great lungs to begin with. Right now it felt like she was trying to breath thumbtacks. Every breath in sent waves of pain through her chest, and even breath out msd either worse. God, everything hurt. Even her head was pounding, Wise was shouting about something and that was definitely not helping. If it weren't for the circumstance, she would've considered having a smoke to calm herself, but that didn't seem like such a marvel idea at the moment.

Somehow she managed to pick herself up again, likely due to DMZ's assistance, then suddenly they were back at the warehouse. Odd, she hardly remembered the walk. Wise was still yelling and her head was feeling really cloudy. Maybe a nap would do. Shit, she really wanted that smoke right now.

#blood syndicate #fade blood syndicate #masquerade blood syndicate #flashback #flashback blood syndicate #ficlet #milestone comics #drugs #burns #major character injury #bucket writes things #fade #masquerade #wise son

[zigzagspam]

I’m dumping my Doctor who (Oc?) fanfiction on y’all and then going to bed so I don’t have time to be embarrassed. Fair warning actual writing quality is probably mediocre at best because I’m rusty.

Basic idea is that the Doctor is regenerating and his(her) current companion is not very happy about it.

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“DOCTOR!?”

Two women burst through wooden blue doors out of breath and panicked. One, a brunette limped toward a console in the center of the room and the other, a blonde rushed after her, frantic.

“DOCTOR SLOW DOWN YOU’RE INJURED!!” The blond screeched as she lurched forward to catch up with the other woman

“I’m more than injured, Marley” The Doctor said wryly, turning to slump down against the console. Her words carried a humor to them despite the dark implication.

“What are you saying?” Marley said crouching down to meet the Doctor’s eye level.” The medbay is only but a couple paces away. I can, I can get you patched up!” Marley stammered as she reached out to grab the Doctor’s wrist with her shaking hands.

“No, the Viramoth’s toxins are too far into my bloodstream now.” The Doctor let out a weak cough as if all the air had just been taken from her lungs. “My nervous system should be completely shut down within the next minute and a half.”

“Your nervous system? No! Doctor you can’t die now! I’ve watched you survive so much worse.” Marley took notice of her companion’s state. Clammy skin, racing pulse, labored breath’s and a brow beaded with sweat. The Doctor was right, the poison transferred from the gash on her left arm was killing her, and quickly.

“Shhh shh- It’s fine, I’ll be fine.”

“Timelords, we keep a little trick up our sleeve for moments like this.“

“What? What could yo-“

Before Marley had a chance to finish her sentence she noticed what seemed like gold glowing dust particles start to emerge and cover the Doctor. They were stunning yet sorrowful in a way that she couldn’t quite explain.

“I’ll survive but I might not look the same, or be the same as you remember me now. I’ll still be me of course, just different.”

The Doctor, felt a wave of pain and nausea wash over her. She squeezed her eyes shut and tilt her head up to lean back further on the console.

“Different?! Doctor you can’t. You can’t just SPRING this on me! You’re saying that you’re going to change into a whole other person yet still be you??” Marley felt tears pricking at her eyes, threatening to spill over. This wasn’t any better than death, she thought. Her beloved Doctor, the one who she had grown the know so intimately, was being replaced by a stranger! “You can’t…”

She hung her head for a second as she squeezed the doctor’s wrist.

“I’m sorry Marley.”

The Doctor shifted her head back down to try and make eye contact with Marley. “If I had a choice…”

“Heaven’s, I wish I could just stay with you as I am, continue looking at you with these eyes. It almost feels selfish to think.”

The Doctor raised a hand to cup her companions cheek.

Marley met the Doctor’s gaze, eyes red from crying. “Well if this is that last time I’m going to see your face, this face…” Marley trailed off as she looks at the doctor. Her eyebrows knitted and she let out a breath before lunging forward to press her lips to the other Woman’s.

Golden light illuminates them both, bright enough so that even if they opened their eyes neither would be able to see the other. Beneath the gleaming mist Marley could feel the doctor’s hand shift to the back of her head and her head tilted to kiss Marley back. It wasn’t until the light had died down and subsided that Marley noticed that her neck was positioned back into a very awkward and uncomfortable angle. Had the Doctor gotten taller?

After a second Marley finally broke away from the kiss and opened her eyes. A gasp escaped her as she saw what was now a Raven haired man sitting in front of her. Her face flushed and she scrambled backwards, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Being told exactly what was about to happen didn’t make the sight any less shocking.

“What’s the matter?”

“Am I ugly?”

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The Doctor was now a dark haired, green eyed, pale, and slender man. His facial features were long yet delicate like a raven’s sculpted from marble. His skin was nearly flawless and his hair swooped naturally to the right. His clothes, now a size too small, clung to his body uncomfortably. He turned around and pressed his hands down onto the lip of the center console as a way to push him off of the ground. His arms and legs trembled beneath his weight as if they were too frail to carry him. He made his way over to a full body mirror in a corner of the room leaning on miscellaneous furniture and walls to insure he didn’t topple over. Marley made a mental note that it made total since that someone who had just died would have a hard time walking.

“Doctor?” Marley called out hesitantly.

“Well this is a sight isn’t it! I haven’t been this tall in a good while. And the hair too, still not ginger but it sure is pretty.” The Doctor twisted and twirled around in the mirror like a young girl trying on her Sunday’s best.

“Doctor!” Marley repeated more sternly.

The Doctor turned toward Marley and away from the mirror seeming quite content with his new form.

“…It is you right?” Marley asked timidly. the thought that she may now be trapped in a timeless void with a strange man was not appealing.

“Oh I’m sorry dear I should go get changed. You shouldn’t have to see me so unsightly like this.” The Doctor attempted to make a move towards the hallway but was halted by him limbs once again struggling to keep up with the rest of his body.

“That doesn’t answer my question!” Marley could feel her temper starting to boil but it was quickly extinguished when she noticed the Doctor about to topple over. Instinctively she rushed over to support him.

“Should you even be walking right now?”

The Doctor only answered her with a sly smile. “How about after I get dress we pop over to your home planet? Say nineteen seventy… err one?”

“Oh you are just as insufferable as the first day I met you.” Marley huffed letting go of the Doctor. Part of her hoped he’d lose his balance and face plant into the deck of the ship.

“I’ll be back in a tick!” The Doctor gave Marley a small pat on the back before once again making his way out of the room.

Back in a tick? Since when had the Doctor started saying that? Marley questioned as she waited for his return. As she stood in silence she started to wonder what this new form meant for the future, and what I meant for their relationship. Oh goodness she had kissed him! She’d kissed him and now he was acting like it never even happened. Sure maybe it was just that the whole new body thing was more pressing but she thought he would have at least mentioned it. Panic started to to consume Marley but before it got a chance the Doctor came back into the room with a flourish.

“What do you think?”

The Doctor was now wearing an open pink collar shirt, well fitted black pants with white threading, some matte black dress shoes and was carrying a simple wooden cake with a golden raven skull on the handle. His shirt shimmered almost iridescently, turning blue briefly when the light hit it.

“You look… utterly ridiculous.” Marley tried to keep a straight face but a twitching at the corners of her mouth betrayed her.

“You think I look handsome.”

“I most certainly do not.”

“Oh come on, not even a little bit?”

Marley folded her arms and squeezed her lips into a line in one final attempt to keep her composure. “Go on, do a little spin.”

#doctor who #doctor who fic #doctor who oc #doctor x companion #original character #spoiler free #possibly not cannon compaciant #I’ve only just started season 4 #this is the most I’ve written in years #probably won’t continue #we’ll see #mostly fluff #first kiss #tiny bit of angst but it’s okay because you don’t really know these people yet #Doctor swaps pronouns very suddenly #my fic

[osamusbigtits]

ok i've got an au brewing that idk if I'm going to do anything with it. so here are some ideas i have

the miya twins are courtesans

and like, expensive ones at that, like noble women are always asking for them and gifting them expensive gifts

there are some men as well who are willing to pay the price. but that is lesser known.

their mom was a courtesan before she was killed (the twins aren't given any details, they are told its mysterious circumstances but they can assume a client of her had gotten jealous or had gone way too far) and she died when they were about 6 with a hefty debt owed to the head of the courtesans and the twins were taken in by the head, however they know owe their own debts on top of their mother's debt

they were taught well growing up, they are able to keep conversation with the rich nobility and even some of the royalty (which those are kept very hush hush) they are both clever and cunning

suna is the prince, the crown prince and the next in line to the throne

he is a little bit of a weirdo, but he is intelligent and has a good battle sense about him

he was sent to fight in a battle when he was 14, the head of the knights was next to suna to keep him safe the whole time, but suna is skilled in hand to hand combat and a skilled swordsman as well

his father, the king, is a bit of a tyrant

he wants to have all control of the land and wants to own as much of the world as he can and suna doesn't quite agree with that. however, he is young and figuring out how he can go against his father and how long he can stand to stay silent before he's able to take over the throne

sakusa is an assassin

an assassin known for his talent with poisons, which is his preferred method to kill

however, he is deadly with daggers and swords. if things turn on his in and instant, he can keep himself out of injury while his opponent bleeds to death in front of him

he hates the clean-up when blood is involved..

the twins are in the assassins guild often as their friend aran is the next in line to be the head of the assassins guild, but there are a lot of paying customers at the guild

atsumu runs into sakusa a lot, they have a love-hate relationship going on

they will joke and talk casually, but almost every word is laced with hate and insult

suna meets osamu at a bar

a high end bar, where nobles frequent. osamu's there to see if he can get a last minute client before he calls it a night, trying to see if he has a regular client who may be looking for something or maybe a one night fling that will earn him enough for breakfast the next morning

suna had snuck out of the castle, needing a break from political talk and wanting a break from the guards who watch his every movement, he walks into the bar he has heard a lot about

and then he sees osamu, someone who looks about his age and how can he not approach and start a conversation

because suna is lonely, to say the least

his sister, the princess, is always stuck in her own lessons while suna sits in on discussions of what country they should target next and how they' deal with the uprising in their own country

osamu, of course, assumes suna knows who he is and that's why he is talking to osamu. and osamu flirts, putting on his best smile and sitting to accentuate his best features

osamu finally asks if its happening after about an hour of talk and then suna's face flushes bright red

osamu wants to die of embarrassment because its at that moment he realizes he has been talking to the prince that entire time

suna makes excuses to run into osamu a lot after that (and atsumu accidentally a couple times, much to atsumus confusion)

#thats all ive got for now folks #hq #bex thoughts #fantasy au

[taceolsaol]

MAG 80

I FUCKING KNEW ELIAS WAS A BITCH!

Alright, backing it up a bit. First off, thank God for Melanie King and her being able to see through Not!Sasha. I think Jon was slowly becoming more suspicious of her, but I don’t know how he could have ever figured it out. And props to him for actually listening.

The Kind Mother and Distant Cousin statements are horrifying. The idea that ever aspect of a person could change and not being able to see it. Worse though is being the only one to see it. Worrying you’ve gone crazy, only to find an old polaroid that proves what you thought.

I can’t imagine being in Jon’s shoes. TBH, his behavior this season was pissing me off, his pride and paranoia making it so he couldn’t see the truth. But these last episodes showed a lot.

This poor man has been in this position for less than a year and in that time:

-He got the job because the last lady died mysteriously.

-One of his employees got kidnapped by worms and had to live at work for months.

-His other employee ran into “Michael” and it made clear there was danger coming.

-They all got attacked by worms, Jon and Tim having them literally burrow into them.

-They had to deal with CO2 poisoning.

-Martin found the previous lady murdered in the tunnels and Jon logically assumes the murderer is someone who works there.

-Sasha starts acting distant and weird.

-Tim is fucking traumatized.

-Jon is so unused to affection that Martin bringing him tea feels like a theat.

-He gets stabbed by “Michael” after being threatened again.

-His paranoia pushes everyone away who could help.

And the worst part is he isn’t wrong. They are hiding things from him. Martin, poor, sweet Martin, is lying about every qualification he has. This is at least a relief because it’s not that he’s a murderer (and probably explains some if the issues Jon finds in his work). Sasha is hiding that shes’s Not!Sasha with her weird boyfriend. Tim doesn’t seem to be hiding anything, but I do think he’s a bit of a hypocrite. Now obviously Jon’s behavior is the problem with the stalking, suspicion, and going through their lives, but Tim acts like he’s the only one going through it. They have all experienced a major trauma and none of them handle it well.

And then of course Elias. Who only makes things worse. Stirring up suspicion in Jon, almost intentionally making him more paranoid. Pushing Martin and Tim to the worst possible image of Jon. Blocking him at every opportunity. And being the one who killed Gertrude.

That season finale wasn’t what I expected. Leitner was a suprise, but very informative. I’m hoping Jon can see the parallels between them with the arrogance and pride, maybe learn something. And the parallel between Gertrude’s 3 dead assistants and Jon’s 1 probably dead and 2 very in danger assistants is concerning. (Idk why, maybe wishful thinking, but I never thought actual Sasha was dead and I’m holding out hope till I see the body. Enough “should be dead” people aren’t that it’s possible)

And Martin and Tim in this episode are heartbreaking. Tim’s certainty that Jonathan is so lost he’s going to do something stupid (not the actual stupid thing he did to the table). Martin just wanting them all to be okay and finally getting to express to Tim that, “no he isn’t ok, thanks for asking. Yes, everyone being safe and happy is the ideal. Yeah, Jon has been a dick these last couple of months but so has Tim. They all deserve happiness seriously Tim what’s wrong with you.”

And then the murder. Fucking Elias killing Leitner and pinning it on Jon. And of course Martin and Tim are released from “Michael” late enough to only see the aftermath. Tim being unsuprised, not needing any convincing that Jon is a murderer. Martin. Heartbroken and lost at being confronted withthe possibility.

This is getting way too long so some quick observations

-The spiders and webs. In the table, mentioned by Not!Sasha and Leitner, all around the archives, always connected with Jon and Martin. Against the Not!Them things.

-Jonathan cares deeply about Tim, Sasha, and Martin. The obvious fear he feels at loosing them and the pain at having lost Sasha.

-I naively thought Jon was going to reach out for help with he called Martin and Tim in. That was dumb.

-Really, Jon? Destroying the table sounded good to you????

-WTF does “Michael” want

-The archivist becoming less of a title and more of a state of being

-Jonathan belonging to The Eye, hmmm

#the magnus archives spoilers #the magnus archives #tma spoilers #tma #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #tim stoker #sasha james #elias bouchard #jurgen leitner

[saebeau]

Hey guys. I'm back!

(Please, if you find any errors in the writing, I'm sorry, English is not my first language, I'm still learning and I'm definitely not going to go through Google Tanslate because GT is shit that I don't trust.)

So, we come to the end. I am so saaaaad. Well, my last post about Perfect Marriage Revenge got a lot of likes and reposts, so first off, thank you very much, I'm really surprised it was somewhat popular!

Then, as expected, some people asked me to do another post with more backstory and canon facts from the novel and webtoon.

So here I am. This will be long, be ready.

To differentiate from the previous one, in this post I will add the backstory, trivia and facts of all the main leads like some of the ones highlighted in some eps. Of course, i am also giving my very personal opinions.

!!!SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

1 - Yi Joo.

• She was adopted by Mr. Han FIRST WIFE. Yes, before marrying Jung Hye he had an official wife chosen by his family. Somehow this lady found out about Yi Joo and brought her home and this lady treats her well. Mrs. Han also knew about Mr. Han's affair with Jung Hye.

• Yi Joo for almost 15 years believed that Mrs. Han was the one who poisoned her with the macaron, but still grieved her death. The reason: she had memory loss! And in the “broken” glimpses she had she saw the “mother’s” figure appearing above that of Jung Hye who was in her house at that moment.

• She was a very lonely person throughout her life (+ in Yoo Ra's post), so her personality diverges from the drama. Novel|Webtoon she has a more serious, direct and insightful approach to people, she is kind and generous (much more confident!), but not as “naive” as in the drama. I can tell she is antisocial. She also didn't like being touched. Growing up, Yi Joo knew Jung Hye and Yoo Ra's true side very well and stayed away as much as possible (her marriage was a pass for that), she tried to at least stay close to her father, but he's an idiot, So, yes, no.

• Regarding her death, explaining the accident itself went like this: Yi Joo was hit by Do Guk's car, and Do Guk's car was hit by none other than Secretary Kim Jae Won's car right on the driver's side! YES! All of them at the same time, like, what the fuck!?

• EXTRA • I already explained a little about her relationship with Se Hyeok so just to be sure: Yi Joo wanted a family, a real family and Se Hyeok was chosen, obviously (he was her closest friend and now her husband) she I trusted and cared for him (apparently, him too), so it was perfect. But Yi Joo just wasn't ready to have any involvement like that (with anyone), she had a lot of trauma to deal with before starting any plan, she didn't have any feelings for him, never had, never expected but a couple hopes to have a child one day, so Yi Joo was taking her time, even with her mother-in-law being shitty. (+ in the Se Hyeok Family post.)

2 - Do Guk.

• In the novel | webtoon he is much more playful and funny. He is also good at seducing (Exclusive Yi Joo), even though he has “castrated” and “monk” as his nicknames. The women in his office are always trying to get his attention because he is super kind but still very difficult to approach. Do Guks is absolutely a pleaser for Yi Joo, he compliments and hype her up any time, anywhere, making Yi Joo very flustered.

• He is very traumatized by the accident with his brother Jung Wook, it was more detailed in the novel/webtoon; the two obviously had a fight, Jung Wook hurt his leg on the edge of the ship and fell but Do Guk also fell and almost died too! But his father, (that idiot) cared more about the boy who no longer had his mother instead of just taking care of both of them equally, so this only made Jung Wook more confident with his lame excuses and Do Guk more distant from his family , especially his father, since almost everyone thought he pushed Jung Wook, leaving him permanently disabled.

• Do Guk has a closer relationship with his sister than the drama lets on. She is always supporting him and giving him encouragement whenever he needs it. They're always joking or fighting with each other and at the same time they can have really deep conversations, like, super brother energy. After he marries Yi Joo, it seems they become even closer.

• I love how much he is like his mother in many ways: they are both very honest, understanding, never judge and fully embrace a person in need. He also has her smart and cunning side! He loves his family, that's clear, but he just can't stand the fact that no one believed in him and that's a thorn in his heart. Tru, in the middle of the novel, he starts to have more contact with his parents because of Yi Joo's family mess, they get closer and develop a better relationship after putting their cards on the table, especially because Jung Wook is with more and more reckless and Mr. Seo is "getting it" now.

• EXTRA • Many of you are curious to know how Do Guk met Yi Joo before the accident and was already in love at the time. Well, in the Novel, he was at a business party when he went out to the balcony to get some fresh air, and there was Yi Joo, in a beautiful white dress crying silently to herself. Yup, love at first sight. Very Do Guk thing.

3 - Yi Joo | Do Guk as a couple.

• Much of their relationship is portrayed very well in the drama. But I'm still sad because they took a lot out of the final script. They have many scenes, including some "steamy" ones that would make your screens shake!

• We absolutely know that they did the “deed” a lot. With Yi Joo initiating some of them on the novel. Speaking of intimacy, I understand that some of you were not satisfied with the reasons that led you to the first time, but personally, I like the meaning it has; Neither Yi Joo nor Do Guk knew how to fully express their feelings that time. It was too much for both of them. But one thing they knew is that Do Guk loves her and she is heartbroken and they wanted to make that clear, ease their feelings and comfort each other. In the Webtoon/Novel it is more romantic, more fluid and happened at the moment of realization and acceptance of Yi Joo's feelings for Do Guk.

• Do Guk and Yi Joo have great harmony, they embrace each other's desires, feelings and flaws so much that it makes every person around them "see" how much they love each other. This becomes clearer if you read the novel. Through their plans, they are very reassuring, supportive and loving at the same time as they carry many hesitations and fears for each other's lives, even more so after discovering that they both went back in time and she became pregnant.

• EXTRA • Do Guk proposes to Yi Joo again after they slept together and confess their feelings for each other some time later. He takes her to an amusement park, even though her fear increases a little. In the afternoon, when they are leaving, he stops her and confesses again and offers her a new ring and asks for her hand again. This represents their true beginning, now together. +EXTRA • THEY HAVE TWIN SONS AND A DAUGHTER. ♡♡♡

4 – Jung Hye (stepmother)

• She's a bitch. She is greedy, nasty and a liar. To be honest, there isn't much to say about her. Do you see the drama? She's almost the same. Starting with the comparisons, in the Webtoon / Novel she is not as elegant, to say the opposite, she is much more theatrical, she has a very expressive face but easily loses her composure when her mask is being ripped off.

• On Webtoon | In the novel (drama too) Jung Hye makes her presence felt by being a calculating person, she is manipulative and is very good at leading people the way she wants. One of the differences in the drama is that Jung Hye always knew that Yi Joo was the biological daughter, but never thought that Yi Joo would find out, especially after years of torture and psychological abuse, repeatedly remembering the fact that she is a stranger and no one would never be by her side. Mr. Han's constant alienation to his daughter's situation was all Jung Hye needed.

• All her life she lied and stole from men for her own gains and destroyed their lives. I don't believe Jung Hye has that backstory, she's just sadistic and selfish. I also don't believe they will put Jung Hye's past cruelties on screen, and I believe, she has done some bad things. One of them is related to Secretary Kim, so be prepared for that. (+ at secretary Kim Post)

• EXTRA • I could feign some merit for her character if she had any, but she's the villain; that's what she was made for, being evil and cruel in particular, she herself has no reasonable "reason" for being that way. She might have had a difficult childhood, neglectful parents or abuse and things like that, but none of that "explains" the things she did to Yi Joo.

5 - Yoo Ra

• So, this bish right here. How can i explain this pathetic spoiled nasty girl?! Yoo Ra is selfish and jealous, we know that many of it was lead after many years of her mother manupulation, (you can see on the last episodes) that's f*cked up and sad at the same time. She's being raised by the evil itself and this evil is her mother, the only person caring for her. It is hard to explain. Yoo Ra's personality was constructed to be best by any meaning, with the same finality, being better than Yi Joo and overtrow her.

• In the Webtoon | Novel she is way more cinic, her feigh innocence give me chills too. She's always wants to shine brighter, to have the best and take things that she thinks it belongs to her by any way, and this is a great reflection from her mother. She's always trying to make people pity her, thinking she's a angel (in special her dad) so people around are always focusing on the "most apparent" reason (she plays a lot with her words), her jealous and envious adoptive sister. She brings hell to Yi Joo. Oh, the way she plays the victim all the time, god, my nerves.

• In middle school, highschool and college too, Yoo Ra always carefully made people go against Yi Joo, making ger suffer a lot with bullying from Yoo Ra's friends. One in special is in the drama, the employee that gave food to Do Guk! That girl was a very close friend to Yoo Ra in high school, the girl didn't know but she was basically doing the dirty job for Yoo Ra: sending people to vandalize and destroy Yi Joo table and books, shoving and tripping her around the hallways, isolating, insulting and even putting threatning mensagens in Yi Joo's locker.

• Too bad for her that Yi Joo still met Soo Jin, Do Guks cousin that suffered bullying too (Yoo Ra didn't know that she belonged to the Seo family) because that helped a lot on the future when Soo Jin told her family about her being bullied because Yoo Ra was in the middle of it, so it's a important part in the novel.

• So about her ending, she deserved everything. Se Hyeok and his sister were nothing to her, just a pawn to hurt Yi Joo. But Yoo Ra was still carrying his child and Se Hyeok's family had to accept her because everybody knew the baby was his and if they didn't do it their "reputation" would be ruined. So basically Yi Joo life was now hers, but worse; she almost send her sister in law to jail, tarnished her mother in law image and broke Se Hyeok heart in the worst way possible add the fact the she basicaly ruined them financially. In the Webtoon | Novel, they had to sold the house and all luxury things to live. Yoo Ra was a mother at home, cleaning, cooking, washing and suffering with both mother and sister constant resentment and anger and Se Hyeok negligence.

• EXTRA • Her final scene is were she meet her mother at jail, she's says that she won't be visiting anymore and carry on with her life, she's sounds somewhat regretful and depressive for everything, but, at the same time, frustrated and angry with her situation and with her mother. But in the drama, GURL! Freezing shoulder, insults, bad atittude. DANG WOMAN! (*Insane clapping*)

6 - Mr. Han.

• Ugly ass, hate him, like, go to hell. Like literally, couldn't he hold thay d*ck on his pants a little bit?! For this i'm gonna make it short. I could keep talkind about his severe neglicence with Yi Joo, angry bursts and really evil words towards but this would just stress me out. As i said, i hate him, f*ck him.

• He met Yi Joo's mother when he was really young, but little time later abandoned her not knowing she was pregnant to marry his first wife. He started his affair with Jung Hye little time later, who was pretending to he his wife's friend. He tried to reach out with Yi Joo's mother but only knew about the fire and the deaths so he left this memory behind. He wasn't a good son too, never even remembering he had a sick dad. Aparently this family blood makes men turn into idiots.

• I don't really know how easily he was manipulated by Jung Hye, but his end was just deserving by how shitty of a person he was most of his life. Jung Hye poisoned him with a lot of pills for years, making him sick all the time, one day he tries to go down the stair, but fall, having a fracture and losing his legs movements, biding him to a weelchair. As fragile as he was, Yi Joo still drops the bomb the she is his daughter, that Jung Hye knew and now she was taking the family business. He keeps in denial for a long time until he sees his wife true face.

• He ends up alone, passing his years constantly helping Yoo Ra with money, still pitting on her, and being treated as nothing because he has nothing to offer anymore.

• EXTRA • About his ending on the drama, and the talk with Yi Joo's mother, i still hate it, he deserved worse. He's even in "good terms" with Yi Joo too! He was pathetic and coward. It was a considerably neutral ending for him, i can live with that but won't ever accept it.

7 - Seo Family

• Talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before, unafraid to reference or not reference, put it in a blender, shit on it, vomit on it, eat it, give birth to it. (thank u icon Lady Gaga)

• Despite his dad being a bit stupid, this family is what i truly desire in in-laws. They're suportive, kind, empathetic and the best of the best. In the Novel | Webtoon, there all more playfull, Mrs. Cha is who i love the most, she recognize Yi Joo the first time they meet but hides it. Mr. Han takes more time but tru the novel he just becames kinder and kinder.

• Do-Na and Jae Ho are super cute, they have a lot of scenes together in the Novel | Webtoon. They're lovely, Jae Ho being Do Guks best friend and brother in-law is such a mood. I would absolutely love a spin-off about their story. We love a good spin-off.

• Soo-Jin got a man too! We love a great best friend having a happy end. Love this girl.

• EXTRA • They go crazy when Yi Joo gets pregnant. Shes makes a anouncement to the family and they flip off after seeing the ultrasound showing the twins. It is so worthing seeing on the webtoon.

8 - Jae Wook

• He is way more evil. Egoist. Liar. Thief. Loves to do psycological terror on his family. Literally pretending to be disabled for almost two decades like, THE HELL?! For him i'm going to list his crimes.

• Theft. Embellzement. Murder. Atempt of murder. Many atempts to kill Do Guk + poisoned Yi Joo on a restorant while trying to corner her and puts her on a hospital bed. Paid someone to PUSH YI JOO OUT OF BOAT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SEA just to make Do Guk more traumatized because the poor guy jumped to save her. This is mind blowing. Both in the drama and Novel | Webtoon the bomb in the car is there and its TENSE!

• Look, this guy has absolutely abandoment issues but if he wanted to kill somebody, this person is his dad not his brother. Like, all his life he believed that was his dad that kicked his mother to the curb and separated her from him, so he planned and planned just to end up in jail, where his discover that his mother was the one who abandoned him by her own will to be with another man. THE CLOWN!

• EXTRA • His initial plan was to seduce Yi Joo. *trow up*.

9 - Se Hyeok.

• Fake b*tch. LOSER! I already explained everything about him on the other post. I won't waste time with this idiot. He never truly apologized to Yi Joo, i don't think he regreted much of it too. He passed the rest of his life with Yoo Ra, between hate and love, and with his bloodsucker family.

• F*ck him. Their last scene on the drama was perfect.

•Byyye.

• EXTRA • The way he got back with Yoo Ra was WAS AMAZING! I adore that they kept the original (almost) scene of him presenting his future fiance & family (a very rich one by the way) to to Jae Sook and Se-Hee and BANG! Yoo Ra's at the door claiming that she's going to live with them (she's got nowhere else to go) because she was with his child. LIKE?! In the novel, the hell breaks and she almost get physical with his mother, sister and fiance! The end.

10 - Se Hyeok's Family.

• His mother (Jae Sook) and sister (Se-Hee) were both greedy and mean people, always pressuring Yi Joo with money and luxury things. Yi Joo basically sustained the house were she was treated as maid but it was never enough for them (with Se Hyeok giving his back for the situation they were always bold).

• They made Yi Joo cook, clean and taking care both of the house and her own job without a moment of peace. Jae Sook was the worst one, she wanted a grandchild at any way just to have more rights about Yi Joo's heiritance, torturing poor Yi Joo about it and even making medical apointments to see why she wasn't still pregnant, not knowing that Yi Joo never even kissed Se Hyeok in her life.

• Se-Hee was the usual spoiled brat that never takes a "no" for a answer, ya'll see in the drama how bad she treats even her own brother. I think it was a great lesson for her almost going to jail about her posts on the internet about Yi Joo, she almost got crazy and i loved every second of it. In the Webtoon, she looks way more paranoic after discovering what time of person Yoo Ra was.

• EXTRA • KARMA GOT Y'ALL! XOXO!

11 - Secretary Kim Jae Won

• In the novel, he was adopted by his dad and was very loved. Some time later Mr. Kim met Jung Hye, married and aparently had a happy life (i don't know if Yoo Ra was already on the page that time). Then gradually his dad got sick and sick, getting worse to find his end binded in a bed and, even as a small kid, Jae Won suspected of his "mother".  (I think she used some "pills" again?)

• His dad was a famous painter and had a great fortune so we can get why Jung Hye "popped out" since she was already on the market of falsifications.

• His dad died when he was pre-teens, Jung Hye got a way to have all the money and soon pushed him to the fartest orphanage. He held grudges all his life because he had this feeling that Jung Hye did all. Well, he came with a very brilliant revenge i dare say.

• EXTRA • He was way more charming on the Novel | Webtoon and had more personality (i don't know why they just made him almost a "blank paper", such a turn off). He was more active too in the plans.

12 - Jamie / Yi Joo's bio mother

• So, this woman suffered, i surelly could describe her suffering but i think y'all saw the drama, but the Webtoon | Novel made me tearful, truly. Mr. Han was bullshit. Her dad was bullshit. The Jung Hye comes and there's more sociopath bullshit to put fire on her house with a baby inside. Like, this woman did everything to survive alone after Mr. Han left her to get married to a rich family and still had to get almost killed by one of his lovers.

• As you know she discovered it all, and of course, revenge. I pity her because when Yi Joo found out about her it wasn't that calm as in the drama, Yi Joo even denies her existence. I can understand Yi Joo side because tecnically her mom watched her being abused, it was a misuderstanding, but she felt abandoned again and wasn't open to receive this affection now.

• A thing that i missed was her encounter with Jung Hye and THAT SCENE OHMYGOD WHYDIDTHEYLEFTITOUT!!!. You all remember that Jung Hye needed the votes to be the president, right?! So she called to the unknow 5% shareholder to meet AND WHO'S THERE?! Yes, the mama. Jung Hye don't recognize at first but Jamie just spilled the tea to her and she's f*cked. OH Jung Hye face was ahhhh?!!! I love the Webtoon.

• EXTRA • The webtoon it's on the final chapters but Yi Joo and Jamie reconcilied and doing well, of course, WITHOUT MR. HAN on their lives because that's what he deserves!

•••• SO MY FINAL THOUGHTS ARE...••••

I LOVE THE ENDING, THE FAMILY, THE BABY, GIRL, THE PAINTING, SE HYEOK AND YOO RA HATING EACH OTHER, JUNG HYE ON JAIL! That's everything i wanted, like, they left things that i loved out but still maintened the main plot and did really well. I would like to thank all the actors and actresses that put all their effort in this drama and made it perfect.

PERFECT MARRIAGE REVENGE  <3 <3 <3 <3.

Thank you all the came here. Have a great night. Byyyeee.

#perfect marriage revenge #korean drama #jung yoo min #sung hoon #angst with a happy ending #han yi joo #seo do guk #webtoon #novel #kdrama #ep1 #ep2 #ep3 #ep4 #ep5 #ep6 #ep 7 #ep8 #ep 9 #ep 10 #ep 11 #ep 12

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3-E siblings reaction to the whole Korosensei thing?

Ooh okay okay

The Suginos

Akito: “I can’t believe my brother had to kill an alien octopus creature. COOL! I want to assassinate an alien octopus creature just like you when I’m older!”

Sugino: “Hehe, no you don’t.”

The Muramatsus

Tadamichi: “I can’t believe my brother had to kill an alien octopus creature.”

Muramatsu: “….And?”

Tadamichi: “That’s it. I just can’t believe it.”

The Okanos

Hayato+Toshiro: “You WHAT!?”

Okano: “Yup!”

Toshiro: “But-Wha-HUH!?”

Hayato: “Oh, so when I fell into class 3-E I had to spend the most of my days bored and miserable but when you fell into class 3-E you got to have an octopus as a teacher. So not fair!”

Toshiro: “Yeah, I don’t think that’s the important part here.”

The Kataokas

Seiichi: “Alright Seiichi you prepared yourself for this. Your sister had an alien for a teacher and you know exactly what to do about it.”

Seiichi: “No you don’t, what are you talking about? Why did the government allow a bunch of teens to kill an unkillable creature in the first place?”

Seiichi: “I don’t know but she’s safe at least so that’s something.”

Seiichi: “So you’re not a terrible brother after all, Seiichi.”

Seiichi: “Huh, I guess you’re right, thanks Seiichi.”

Seiichi: “Anytime, Seiichi.”

Kataoka: “…Dad, Seiichi’s officially lost it!”

The Kanzakis

Yuzuru: “So the same creature that allegedly blew up the moon was also your teacher?”

Kanzaki: “Correct.”

Yuzuru: “And the government assigned you and your classmates to kill him?”

Kanzaki: “Correct.”

Yuzuru: “And if you guys didn’t, the whole world would’ve been destroyed?”

Kanzaki: “Correct.”

Yuzuru: “…”

Kanzaki: “…”

Yuzuru: “……I’m gonna need to sit down for this, my god.”

The Isogais

Yuki: “Huh!?”

Yume: “WHAT!?”

Yuki: “Okay, so what was the octopus like? Was he friendly? Was killing him hard? Do you miss him? Di-

Yume: “DID YOU DIE!?”

Isogai: “Well Yuki, Koro-Sensei, what we liked to call him, although was a bit strange at first, we all came around to love him. He did everything in his power to keep us safe and encouraged us to always do our best. Of course killing him was hard, he was unkillable after all. When we actually got around to killing him, it was still the hardest thing in the world. I certainly miss him but he had to go or you guys, mom, or any of us wouldn’t be here anymore.”

Isogai: “And no, Yume, I didn’t die.”

Yume: “Oh thank god!”

The Maeharas

Haruko: “Let me get this straight, the government put a bunch of teens in charge of killing literally an unkillable creature…”

Maehara: “Uh-huh.”

Haruko: “if you guys failed the world as we know it would’ve been doomed…”

Maehara: “Uh-huh.”

Haruko: “and along the way, your new gym teacher kneed you in the stomach and slapped one of your other classmates then a couple of months later poisoned you and half of your other classmates, a student teamed up with one of your teacher’s enemies and almost made you and your classmates drown and fall over a waterfall, your English teacher almost left you and your classmates for dead for some other assassin, one of your other classmates apparently was lying about her identity the whole time and had the same tentacles as your teacher, your original teacher apparently died from protecting your alien teacher, and you and your peers had to choose between whether you guys wanted kill your teacher or find a way to save him and for some reason you chose save?”

Maehara: “…Uh-huh.”

Haruko: “…How?”

Maehara: “Hm?”

Haruko: “How are you so nonchalant about this? You’re fourteen Hiro, fourteen year olds shouldn’t be put in situations like that.”

Maehara: “…”

Haruko: *sigh* “Himeko, you got anything you want to say about this?”

Himeko: “Yup! Hiro, you planning to share some of that money with your fav sister?”

Haruko: “HIMEKO!”

Himeko: “Hey! I’m just asking the important question here!”

The Fuwas

Reiji: “I can’t believe it… my little sister has been living the shounen dream right under my nose!”

Fuwa: “I know right!?”

Reiji: “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME!?”

Fuwa: “Even though I really wanted to tell you, I was supposed to keep it a secret.”

Reiji: “Ah okay, classic manga trope, got it! I’m definitely going to tell Mr. Tanaka about all this! You got anything else you’d like to tell me about your teacher?”

Fuwa: “I do but this post is getting too long and Hailey spent the last of her energy writing the last two scenarios.”

Reiji: “Ah, I see.*What the hell is she talking about*”

#assassination classroom #ansatsu kyoushitsu #assclass #akito sugino #tadamichi muramatsu #hayato okano #toshiro okano #seiichi kataoka #yuzuru kanzaki #yume isogai #yuki isogai #haruko maehara #himeko maehara #reiji fuwa #tomohito sugino #takuya muramatsu #hinata okano #megu kataoka #kanzaki yukiko #yuuma isogai #hiroto maehara #yuzuki fuwa

[catgirl-catboy]

Bro is dead- I name him Zechariah in my head which means in Hebrew "to remember"

Mika and Val having very harsh communication issues and I live for it! Please kiss eachother.

Tom and Val is interesting pair too like victim x killer of course they are.

I believe Zechariah and Yukio's friendship is ending very roughly to both of them cause I believe Yukio have a finger on it.

I'm still excited to find out who the mastermind is but Maybe this story doesn't contain a mastermind or that was Primrose (joking way)

Actually, the mastermind is Mukuro, who's busy supervising this via Monokuma while Junko is planning the THH killing game. This becomes a serious problem because she's so close to the pods she can kill someone IRL super easily.

That being said, in addition to Robin being the traitor, Mika helped create this program with her tech expertise. However it was more of a "fooled by Junko that in-line with her beliefs" and she turned on Junko when she found out its true purpose.

The Ch4 motive is that every day, a random classmate has to face one of their fears (stolen from Total Drama, because I can.)

Zechariah has it easy, since he doesn't have enough memories to really fear anything. (He has to give himself a stovetop burn due to Aiden's murder scarring him.)

Miyuko has to admit that she was doping to keep up with Yukio, who is technically the better skater of the two. If she's caught, both of them will be stripped of thier titles. Her coach forced her into it, to a degree. (she has a better artistic component.)

Yukio fears betrayal, so he has to mentally deal with the traitor. He's not having a good time about Miyuko's secret.

Mika has to have a standoff with a robot version of her mother. Also, cornbread. She has a fear of that due to getting food poisoning from it once, and everyone else has a good laugh at that.

Celene fears car crashes due to her vision, but also being seen as a god figure.

Robin fears letting people down. Which is why he became the traitor in the first place. He has to face the bodies of the kids he risked his life to save, in an au where he failed to save them. It fucks him up.

Celene has to deal with the fact that her Mika and Tom vision didn't come true, and probably won't due to Tom's death. Were all of her visions fake? Does she even deserve to lead? Is her talent a lie?

Throughout this chapter, (which would take 2-3ish weeks in-universe, but there'd be timeskips if this ever became playable) Celene sympathizes with Mika, while everyone else does NOT. cool motive, still accomplice to murder, you know?

Miyuko distrusts her the most, and even lashes out in anger and tells her its her fault (this is not true.) she regrets it almost immediately after, and runs off the apologize.

Mika, of course, forgives her. He isn't the type to care about stranger's opinions.

Over the course of the chapter, almost everyone makes an attempt on Mika's life. Robin, out of obligation to keep the game going, Miyuko in a fit of anger, etc. I'm debating having Celene get a vision of attacking her and being forced to do it, but idk if thats IC.

Mika understands, forgives all of them, and talks them out of it. He doesn't tell anyone about it, because that'd ruin group unity.

They find Z dead one day, and Mika freaks out because he failed. It isn't clear how he died, and its speculated its because of the peanut allergy.

He died of natural causes, because he was (unknowingly) suffering from brain cancer the whole time. Celene had a vision a couple of days before HPA, but it wasn't clear who it was about. (It was foreshadowed due to a lack of his medical records in the nurses office, and supplies for hospice patients there.)

So in order to beat the trial, you have to not vote.

The problem is one person can knowingly vote incorrectly and kill everyone. Due to everyone's murder attempts being exposed, tension is high. Thankfully, it goes without a hitch.

Monokuma then begins chapter 4.5, find the traitor and kill them! Whoever gets voted off gets killed, simple as that.

#ask tag #crowtalks #my fanganronpa

[presentprompts]

Genderbend Jon snow but make it femslash 👀

So I love a good genderbend fic when done right and one of the best I’ve ever read is Bequeathed from Pale Estates. So this idea is basically fanfic of that! If you haven’t read that you probably won’t get some of what I’m rambling about here so pls read it!

So firstly I am using an OC for this as most of my favourite Jon ships are m/m and I want some lesbians for once. The Oc is gonna be a Hightower cos the Rhaenyra/Alicent vibes from hotd broke me. So consider this almost an ‘in another life’ for those two. In this au the current Lord Hightower has married 5 times trying for a son only to end up with seven daughters. My Oc, let’s call her Mallory, is the youngest daughter and the result of his final marriage to Ophelia Whent. This match does result in a son, but Ophelia dies in the process and the boy himself is quite sickly. When Mallory is 10 she gets sent to Winterfell as a ward of her cousin Catelyn.

In in the OG fanfic soulmates are a leading aspect and the reason Lyarra marries Oberyn Martell. In this fic, after the plague Robert Baratheon offers the match as an attempt to snub and make nice with the Martels at the same time. Of course everyone else tells him how bad of an idea it is politically but he won’t have it. Of course he regrets it later when he actually sees Lyarra for the first time.

So Lyarra and Oberyn get married but in this version Ellaria is still alive so their marriage is more like a friendship/mentorship, and rather than the theme of Lyarra growing through the marriage it’s her and Mallory slowly admitting and accepting their feelings. Oberyn is very much an Ally, he is the epitome of be gay do crime!

All the political stuff from the original story is still a factor but the religious conflict is more apparent due to Mallory and her family in Oldtown. I have this image of her recreating Alicent’s green dress moment after the Red Keep attack. Like it would totally go over Robert’s head but everyone else would get the message and it would signify the beginning of a Cold War between Lyarra’s supporters and Cersei’s.

The story would go past were the OG finished and therefore divert. I’m picturing a sort of Cold War for a couple of years, wherein Lyarra and Oberyn have their only child who (much to everyone’s surprise) is a boy. Things would really kick off when Jon Arryn dies and Nedd refuses the hand job again. Tywin would probably become hand which buys Robert an extra year of life, but when he suggests disinheriting Joffrey Cersei poisons him and blames the Martels thus starting the war for real.

Oberyn unfortunately dies quite early on as without the whole soulmate thing holding him back there’s not much to tame his recklessness. Things are pretty evenly matched for a while with big losses on both sides when Daeron Targaryen (Male!Daenearys) turns up and that’s the end of the Lanisters. There would probably be another political arc after this where Lyarra find out her heritage gets a dragon and agrees to a political marriage for the kingdom. Lyarra’s second marriage, now to a man much closer in age, would defo open up a lot of angst for the girls romance as I think it would open up a lot of insecurity’s for Mallory. This would prompt her to agree to a marriage to Loras Tyrell as both are aware of the other’s preferences. Lyarra and Mallory would eventually get their shit together again and their relationship is kind of an open secret among their families. Mallory and Daeron’s relationship would have all the cuntyness of Otto and Daemon at their peek, but with a grudging respect for each other. Things would just be settling when the white walkers turn up.

After the battle, in which Lyarra saves the day because I refuse to believe that isn’t Jon’s plot!!! She and Daeron rule amicably for 10 years and have two children, the oldest Rhaenys becomes queen after Daeron dies around 50.

Lyarra and Mallory by then both widowed then retire to Winterfell where they very publicly get married infront of the heart tree. They refer to each other as ‘wife’ in correspondence for the rest of their lives and Lyarra’s three children refer to Mallory as stepmother henceforth. When Mallory eventually dies at 89 Lyarra cremates her with her dragon before joing her in death a month later. Their ashes are buried together in the Winterfell crypt rather than with either of their husbands.

The Maesters record them as ‘close friends’.

#fanfic promt #character: jon snow #femslash #genderbend #oc #crack fic #fanfic of a fanfic

[evilmcg]

The party was...over the top, just as he had expected it to be. Mortimer had spared half a thought about not making an appearance, but he had found two good reasons to make the effort to attend.

First of all, his counterpart would have been there, showering his pet with attention on her "special day", to make sure that she would remain as delusional as she always was. He wasn't going to get in the way of that, as much as he wanted to, but still had all the intentions of stealing some of that attention on himself. Both because he liked it and because he knew that it would annoy Meg.

The other reason was the main one he did everything these days: politics.

He spent most of the even out of the spotlight, making sure that his presence was noticed but not enough to push someone to approach him. Not that he would have spared a second glance in their direction, even if someone had. His focus was strictly reserved for two people.

When the attendants gathered to deliver their gifts, he hung back, leaning against the wall and watching in amusement as that whole crowd of idiots stepped all over each other in the hope of gaining some favour with the "First Lady". Pathetic.

Eventually, the fuss died down and the guests went back to their trivial mingling, leaving the opening he had been patiently waiting for.

He approached Meg from behind, quiet and unseen until the last moment, when he stepped right in her way without a warning.

"I'm about to take my leave, but it would have been rude of me to do so without bidding the gracious host of this part goodbye," he claimed in a casual tone that made it impossible to understand whether or not he was being sarcastic. "Besides, I have something for you."

While his expression didn't give out any clue, him acting like she had known that he had been there all along might have pointed towards the fact that he was having fun at her expenses.

Still, he wouldn't give me a chance to find out, because the next moment he was pulling out a small box. It wasn't wrapped, but it really didn't need to, the blood red leather being perfectly complimented by the black ribbon tied around it. Inside, Meg would find a glass vial, shaped like an anatomically accurate heart, holding a dark purple liquid.

"It's a sample of that poison we used that one time, when I went along with you to kill a version of your parents. I asked Rick to make a couple of extra doses for your birthday. As a reminder of a good time."

@countlessrealities

happy birthday meg!

Her birthdays had been wonderful ever since she had taken up residence at the citadel. Not only had pretty much all their citizens made a big deal about her birthday but most of all her beloved morty had. She swore the presents and the party was nice of course but nothing could hold a candle to the attention she received from her boyfriend on this day. He already spoiled her rotten whenever he could but her birthday was a special sort. She didn't much care what he got her as a present.

Could be as simple as a daisy or as extravagant as a tiffany necklace. As long as it showed some thought. She was so caught up in receiving his attention as well as her guests that mortimer's appearance surprised her. Almost making her trip forward over he heels if it wasn't for morty catching her. She was annoyed of course but only until she saw just what he got her. She wasn't frazzled. Not even overly flustered. In the moment she forgot all about their rivalry and focused on the thoughtfulness of his gift and a memory shared together that she very much cherished.

She gazed down at the bottle with this warm fondness in her eyes. A pink blush tinting her cheeks. There was no fakeness within her reaction. It was genuine fondness for the gift and the boy before her. "Mortimer I didn't think you could be this romantic." She replied in an almost giddy tone. Rolling the bottle of poison lightly in her hands. Being oh so careful not to drop it. She had just the place to put it. Right next to her gifts from morty on her bedroom dresser. She placed it on the nearby table carefully before giving mortimer a quick peck on the cheek. "Thank you. It's a gift I'll certainly cherish."

#countlessrealities #mcltiples

[yatescountyhistorycenter]

A walk through history with Frank Crozier

By Jonathan Monfiletto

(The following essay is the script I - Jonathan Monfiletto - presented while portraying Frank Crozier during the Yates County History Center’s annual Walk Through History cemetery tour at Benton Rural Cemetery in August 2022. Frank, the only son of George and Fannie Crozier, believed his father was innocent of murdering his mother; nevertheless, George was convicted of the crime and eventually sentenced to life imprisonment. The bulk of the material for this script came directly from YCHC’s archival collection, which includes transcripts of the trial, newspaper articles from the time, and George Crozier’s letters.)

Hello, everyone, my name is Frank Crozier, and I want to welcome you all to the Crozier family plot here in Benton Rural Cemetery. Here, you’ll find my parents, George and Fannie, my grandparents, Adam and Amy, my uncle David and aunt Dolly, me of course, and a few other family members. I was born here in Benton in 1857, just two years after my parents got married, and I was George and Fannie’s only child. I’m sure they wanted more children, but for whatever reason it just didn’t happen. My great-grandfather, Adam Crozier Sr., was born in Scotland and came to New York State from England in 1801. In 1817, for just under $2,000, he purchased the Crozier family farm in Benton and settled on the homestead here, and my grandfather, Adam Jr., took it over with his brother a few years later. Later, Dad and Uncle David – my grandparents’ only surviving children – made their living and raised their families on the homestead. It was on what is now Route 14A near the intersection with Ferguson Corners Road. Here we are today.

But you’re probably more interested in hearing about something that happened to our family in the spring of 1876 – my father was convicted, wrongly in my opinion, of murdering my mother by poisoning her with arsenic. See, Mom took sick in the summer of 1875, just before my first wife, Emma, and I got married; Mom had stomach problems on and off throughout her life and she feared she had some sort of stomach cancer. In fact, she told me that she would rather kill herself than suffer such agony. I told her not to say such a thing and not to even do such a thing; certainly, if she did kill herself, people would blame Dad or me, I told her. Sure enough, on the Monday before she died, after she had been sick for close to two weeks, I witnessed Mom put some white powder in a tumbler, pour some water into it, and then drink it. Now, Mom had asked Dad to buy some arsenic to kill rats earlier that spring – when you live on a farm, you’re going to get rats in the farmhouse from time to time – so I knew exactly what that white powder was and what it could do. Mom vomited soon after she took this dreadful concoction. I saw her take some more of this powder the next day, and again she vomited almost right after. Then, she just got worse and worse until she died a couple of days later on July 29, 1875. We had Mom’s funeral shortly afterward and buried her in the family plot here, and then just a week after Mom died, Emma and I got married on August 5. It was a bittersweet occasion, of course, and I wasn’t sure if we should go through with the wedding right away, but we had everything planned and we had our families together. And Dad said it’s what Mom would have wanted, and it would give our family something happy to think about through the sadness over Mom’s death.

Oh, how Dad loved Mom so much. He worked so hard on the family farm to make sure Mom and I were provided for. He always took such good care of her, especially when she was sick. In fact, he took such good care of her he didn’t want any help from anyone and tried to turn away anyone who offered a hand. People in our town used Dad’s devotion to Mom against him by accusing him of plying her with the poison I saw her consume with her own hand. Dad just wanted to keep a close eye on the medicine the doctor gave Mom for her stomach trouble, to make sure it was given to her properly. People in this town can be such savage gossipers, I tell you.

Anyway, Emma and I moved in with Dad after we got married, so we could look after him after Mom died. Emma suggested she and I see if we could get a hired girl to do the housework, which Mom used to do of course, and one day a local girl by the name of Minerva Dutcher showed up to be that hired girl. Now, that didn’t sit too well with Emma because at that time – and even before Mom’s death – there were rumors going around town that Dad was carrying on an affair with Minnie. She being 18 years old, he being 42 years old and married. Well, of course Dad and Minnie knew each other; they sang in the church choir together at the Baptist church in Benton Center. They were friendly when they saw each other along the road, and sometimes they walked to church together to talk about the songs they were singing and whatnot. Was there anything more going on between them? Other than a friendship, I don’t think so. Dad was a devoted husband to Mom – OK, maybe not as devoted as he should have been, but if there was anything going on between Dad and Minnie, he certainly didn’t need to kill Mom to cover it up. And it’s not like Dad and Minnie ran away together or anything; he went to prison, obviously, and she married John Henry Calhoun a couple of years later. But I’m getting ahead of myself. So, Emma got Minnie out of the house and Emma and I handled the housework for Dad instead; with Minnie kicked out, that really started the rumors flying around town. People really began suspecting Dad poisoned Mom, as some people knew there was arsenic in our house and spread the word around. Before we knew it, the county coroner was having Mom’s body dug up so he could test her stomach for arsenic. Sure enough, he found evidence of arsenic in her stomach – no kidding, I could’ve told you that, but nobody asked me of course. Heck, I saw Mom drink water with arsenic in it!

The next thing we know, Dad was arrested and thrown in the county jail on suspicion of committing murder. Things got pretty awkward between Emma and me by that point, which isn’t good for newlyweds or any married couple for that matter. She had her suspicions about Dad’s acquaintance with Minnie and was of the belief that Dad murdered Mom. I knew the truth, of course, so I knew Dad was innocent of the poisoning. We continued to live in Dad’s house on the homestead next to Uncle David and Aunt Dolly, with Emma’s parents, David and Emma Armstrong, just down the road from the farm. When the trial finally got going in March 1876, Uncle David and I sat by Dad’s side throughout the whole ordeal because we really believed Dad was innocent and that he loved Mom and wouldn’t have killed her. Emma actually testified against Dad for the prosecution while I testified in Dad’s defense – did I mention things got awkward between us? I told the court everything I have just told you, so you tell me – would a son who loved his mother as much as I did betray her like that to defend a murderous man? I don’t think so. But apparently the jury didn’t agree; the 12 men found Dad guilty of first-degree murder, and then the judge sentenced Dad to hang before God and everybody for this crime.

Now, Dad had a cousin on his mother’s side, John Southerland, who was the New York State Assemblyman at the time. Dad thought cousin John might be able to get the governor’s attention and plead for clemency on Dad’s behalf. So, Dad wrote cousin John some letters from prison, expressing his devoted love for Mom and professing his honest innocence. Uncle David and I got some people together to sign petitions proclaiming Dad’s innocence too and showing we believed him and his story. But that didn’t do any good either. Or maybe it did; Dad had his life sentence commuted and spent the rest of his days at Auburn Prison. Like Mom, though, he probably would’ve rather died than to suffer the rest of his life agonizing over losing Mom and being blamed for a crime he didn’t commit and that never was committed. Ironically, perhaps, Dad ended up outliving all of us here except for Aunt Dolly.

Things never were the same between Emma and me after that, which actually breaks my heart to say out loud. We grew up right next door to each other – she was literally the girl next door for me – and we knew each other from school and church and everything. It didn’t take us long to go from becoming friends to falling in love. Oh, we really and truly loved each other and looked forward to a long, happy life together with lots of children. But, after I took Dad’s side and she turned against him, our relationship grew kind of cold. Then, a little more than two years after the trial, Emma died of consumption, just 21 years old. One day she was fine, the next day she was sick, and the next day she was gone, just like that. She never got the chance to be a mother or really much of a wife either. We were married just less than three years. But I found love again pretty quickly and married Miss Addie Edmonston, of Phelps, on January 15, 1879. We were both still just 22 years old; I had gotten to know Addie’s father – well, and Addie herself – through some of my business travels in my work related to the farm. We got pregnant pretty quickly, and our daughter, Nettie, was born that November. The three of us lived on the Crozier family homestead in Benton; Addie was my pride and joy, and Nettie was daddy’s little princess.

As much as I loved and missed Emma, marrying Addie and having Nettie just seemed like a fresh start for me, a way for me to finally get past Mom’s death and Dad’s ordeal. Sadly, though, I left them pretty early on when I was just 30 years old. I don’t know what happened to be honest with you. One Friday, I was out doing business in Halls Corners and feeling great physically and feeling good about where our life was going. On Saturday, January 29, 1887, I woke up at 6 in the morning – a little later than I’m just to, being a farmer and all – and I asked Addie what time it was. Next thing I know, boom, I drop dead of paralysis of the heart – a heart attack, I think you people call it nowadays. Nettie was just seven years old. Well, that's where my story ends.

#history #historyblog #yatescounty #bentonny #crozierfamily #murder

[thundergoodspeed]

A couple weeks earlier...

The pieces of the hyper trans-dimensional bridge sparking in the vacuum of space, the Galaxy Two lightfolded away, toward Earth. Gary, Daybreak, Ash, and Avocato made their way down into the brig, where Daybreak had deposited the Invictus-infected Quinn Ergon behind laser bars.

Gary was dragging his feet a little. Out of all the excitement of the past few weeks, particularly the last few hours of poisoning-driven hallucinations, he was drained. Not drained enough, however, to ponder the narrator’s usage of the word “excitement”. It wasn’t the word he’d use. It was accurate, sure, but it conveyed more of a positive emotion. And nothing about the past few weeks had been all that positive. He couldn’t even be excited about going home, so negatively affected he’d been by the last few weeks.

Well, maybe he was a bit excited about crawling into a bed and sleeping for a million bajillion years.

He kept his eyes mostly trained on the floor, barely even noticing they’d stopped until Daybreak had put out an arm to stop him from walking into the bars. He stopped pondering the word excitement and began pondering the word dread. Because that was the most striking emotion right now. Dread, because he knew what he was going to see when he looked up, when he saw its eyes in the face of the person he’d spent five years infatuated with and then gotten murdered by an extradimensional space monster.

He looked anyway, and like he thought he would, he regretted it. “She” was grinning at him, in a way that shouldn’t have been humanly possible. “She” opened her mouth to speak, though he knew from experience it didn’t really need a mouth.

“O͞h, ͏lo̶ok ͡w̕h́o ̸it ̷i͟s̀. N͞ot ͏t̕he G̢a̸ry̢ ̢àņy͢m̴o̸re,́ ͞a̸re ͝y͞oų?̀”

He felt Avocato’s arm squeeze around him, but it didn’t do much. In fact it made him feel a little guilty. It hadn’t, after all, been that long after she’d died that he had found himself locked in that closet with him. He honestly felt like a garbage person for falling in love again so fast, and often wondered if he was actually in love or if his garbage person self was just using Avocato for the physical affection he couldn’t get from anyone else living.

He took a deep breath. “I never was,” he answered the thing, sounding braver than he felt. He turned to Ash, whose expression was unreadable but seemed sympathetic. “Do it.”

She nodded, eyes going black. She narrowed them at Quinn, raised her hands, and with a defiant growl Invictus was thrown out of Quinn’s body and faded into nothing. 

In the same instant, Daybreak pushed the button to deactivate the bars. As Quinn fell, Gary caught her, fresh tears welling up as he realized this was the last time he’d ever hold her.

She groaned, weakly grabbing his arm. “...Gary?”

“Quinn,” he said, voice breaking. He’d had so much he wanted to say. Apologize for, definitely. Ask her, maybe. But now that he had the chance, his throat was too knotted up to say much of anything. “I’m so-I’m so s-sorry, I c-couldn’t...”

He looked at her again. Those familiar, brown eyes, clouded with the returning death, somehow worse than the glowing magenta of Invictus. And yet, she was smiling at him.

“You came for me.”

His chin wobbled. No, I didn’t, he almost said. You were dead. I came for Opal and Breaker. But he couldn’t. This would be the last time they ever spoke; he couldn’t break her like that. “Su-sure did,” he said. He tried, but he couldn’t smile back.

She gave a chuckle, which turned into a weak, wet cough. “You shouldn’t have,” she said. “I told you not to.”

Oh. Oh he could work with that. “Yeah, bu-but see, saying that made it forbidden,” he said. “Which, you know, made me want it extra more.”

“I’m dead, Gary. You have to let me go.”

Okay, yeah. Her bluntness always hurt. She meant it to, of course. If it hurt, it might make it easier for him to let go. But if she really thought that was doing him a favor, she was mistaken.

His vision went blurry, and he closed his eyes, trying to squeeze the tears out--but, of course, more came. He felt Avocato come up behind him, a hand on his back. Quinn shifted in his arms, probably to look up at the Ventrexian, and he felt another hand--cold and almost skeletal--on his face.

“Take care of him for me,” she said in a hoarse whisper.

He didn’t hear if Avocato replied, or if anyone was talking to him. He squeezed her tightly one last time, felt the air wheeze out of her lungs and her hand drop from his cheek.

He didn’t let go of her for a long time.

#ic; thunder bandit #drabble #this hurt to write 🙃

[fuckallthegood0nesweretaken]

Sandor x Reader - Sellsword

Title: Sellsword

Words: 3208

Warnings: Strong language, allusions to sex, arguing, reader almost sleeps with a (female) prostitute

A/N: I tried writing this as a smut piece, but I couldn’t do it. Maybe in the future if people want it, I’ll make a small part two with smut.

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When Sandor first saw you, he had to contain his shock. He hadn’t seen a female sellsword in years and you showed up at the Red Keep escorting Tyrion Lannister, a horde of Hill tribesmen behind you. You looked confident, a slight smirk on your face and your hand on the hilt of your sword. Sandor fought not to look at you for too long, but you had no qualms about looking at him.

 You knew exactly who he was without hearing his name. When you saw him look at you from the corner of your eye, you winked at him. His eyes widened slightly and you bit back a laugh as he looked away from you.

 “I wish I could stay and celebrate with you, but I have work to do,” Tyrion said. You took that as your cue to follow Tyrion and you deliberately brushed up against the Hound as you left. He let out a sharp breath and you sent him another wink as you walked away.

 Tyrion led you, Bronn, and the Hill tribes deeper into the Red Keep. He dropped off the tribesmen off in what would be their living quarters for the time being before stopping at the door to the small council.

 “You two stay out here. If it goes the way I’m thinking it will, I’ll be out of that room in a few minutes.”

 “We’ll be here, my lord,” you said. You leaned against the wall and took out your knife, starting to clean under your nails. Tyrion gave you a look and walked into the room.

 “Could you be any more obvious?” Bronn said to you.

 “Whatever could you mean?”

 Bronn snorted out a laugh and your face split into a grin.

 “He doesn’t seem your type,” Bronn said.

 “Tall, dark, and silent? No. Definitely not.”

 The two of you laughed as silently as you could and you sighed.

 “I could use a good fuck, though,” you said.

 “I think the king would be more than welcome to the idea of you warming his bed.”

 “No thanks,” you said with a shudder. “He’s a boy and I’ve heard he’s a bit of a cunt too.”

 “A cunt that’s a king. And a king gets what a king wants.”

 ---

 The next few days were full of some changes. Bronn was appointed as the new Commander of the City Watch, Shae was Sansa Stark’s new handmaiden, and you were Sansa’s own personal guard. One that wasn’t under Cersei’s thumb. You still served Tyrion as he was supplying your paycheck, but it was a welcome change of pace.

 Tyrion had decided that you would be Sansa’s protector when you had walked into the throne room and Joffrey was ordering Ser Meryn to beat the girl. It made your blood boil and it took every ounce of your strength to not beat the so called knight’s head in.

 That night, Sansa found you outside her bedroom door.

 “What are you doing here?” She asked you.

 “Lord Tyrion has appointed me as your guard. Go on and go to sleep, my lady.”

 You could tell that Sansa was apprehensive about your presence so you gave her a smile.

 “I promise no harm will come to you if I can help it, love. Now go to bed,” you said. Sansa nodded and went inside.

 ---

 A few months had passed and it felt like a blur to you. You had learned your way around the Red Keep and King’s Landing pretty quickly, gotten the approval of Sansa, and found yourself getting closer to the Hound. The two of you often sat together to eat and you soon managed to convince him to go out with you for a drink.

 After one of those nights was when you slept together for the first time. It happened more and more, but one day, Sandor stopped talking to you altogether.

 It was a couple weeks before the Battle of the Blackwater when Sandor disappeared while you were sleeping. When you woke up, you thought nothing of it and assumed that his duties had pulled him away from you. But then he didn’t appear for lunch and when you tried to talk to him, Sandor brushed you off and continued on like you weren’t even there. You couldn’t lie, it hurt to have him treat you like that, but you took it in stride. Two could play at that game.

 ---

 “Good afternoon, your grace,” Sansa said to Joffrey.

 “My lady. Walk with me.” Joffrey looked at you, a sneer on his face. “You walk with my Hound.”

 “As you wish, your grace.” You gave him a short bow and the four of you started walking.

 You and Sandor were walking a few paces behind the two of them and you could feel the tenseness radiating off of Sandor. Your hands were behind your back and you ignored him as he tried to form words.

 “[Y/n]—“

 “Save it,” you said. “Whatever bullshit is about to come out of your mouth, I don’t want to hear it.”

 “What?” You could hear the anger start to creep into Sandor’s voice but you just turned around.

 “[Y/n], let us go,” Sansa said.

 “Of course, my lady.” Sansa walked past you and you bowed to Joffrey again. “My king.”

 Joffrey didn’t say anything back but you could feel his eyes on you as you walked away. When you were far enough away from them, you turned to look at Sansa.

 “Is everything alright, my lady?” You asked her.

 “Everything’s fine.”

 The two of you walked into the Red Keep where you stayed by Sansa’s side, keeping a watchful eye on her. It was only when night fell did you leave her in Shae’s care. You went down to the brothels with Bronn and some Lannister soldiers. After about an hour, you had a whore on your lap and ale in your hand. Bronn and the soldiers were singing a Lannister song while you lazily touched the woman before you.

 You ignored what Bronn was saying, focusing only on your lover for the night. You only looked up when you heard everyone go silent. Your eyes met Sandor’s and you looked at him as he stared at you. You could see some anger in his eyes but it didn’t faze you. You just kissed the woman and patted her thigh so she’d get up.

 “First round’s on me,” Bronn said.

 “Don’t spend all of your gold tonight,” you said to him.

 “It’s just the one round, love.” Bronn winked at you and tilted his head. “Get a room.”

 “Alright, alright.”

 The whore tugged your arm and giggled as you pulled her close. The two of you walked into the brothel, the whore leading you to her room.

 “I don’t think I ever got your name, sweetheart,” you said to her.

 “My name’s Alya, my lady.”

 “I’m no lady, love. Just a sellsword.”

 “A woman sellsword? How did you manage that?” Alya asked you, eyes wide.

 “Well, when you grow up in the slums of Myr, there’s three things you can be. A slave, a Master, or a street rat. I was never a slave and I’ve never been rich,” you said. “So I think you can guess which one I was.”

 While you were talking, you were disrobing Alya. The dress she was wearing had just fallen to the floor when the bells started tolling. Groaning, you tilted her head up and landed a kiss on her lips.

 “After the battle is over, we will finish what we started here,” you said.

 You put some coins down on her dresser and winked at her before walking out of the room. You were making sure your sword was fastened to your hip properly as you walked into the courtyard and you saw Bronn and Sandor facing each other. Both their hands were on their weapons and you rolled your eyes at them.

 “Let’s go, girls. We have a battle to win,” you said. Grabbing a tankard full of ale, you downed it in one go and started to leave.

 “Get fucked, [y/n],” Bronn said, mirth in his voice.

 “If Stannis fucking Baratheon had decided to wait I would’ve been getting fucked right now!” You yelled. Bronn laughed and you flipped him off as you walked away.

 “She’s full of fire, isn’t she?” Bronn said to Sandor. Sandor’s eyes hardened and Bronn motioned to some cups full of ale. “One more drink before the war?”

 ---

 The battle was over sooner than you thought it would be. Tywin Lannister had shown up at the last moment and annihilated Stannis’ army. A lot happened in a short period of time after that.

 Bronn was demoted from his position on the City Watch, Tyrion was no longer the acting Hand of the King, and you were almost booted from your position as Sansa’s guard. That didn’t happen though. Tywin knew you could fight well and he didn’t really care for Sansa anyways. But the thing that hurt you the most was finding out Sandor had left.

 You had gone to your room after the Battle to clean up and fall asleep when you found a note from Sandor. It explained why he had left and to your shock, it said that he thought he loves you. That was why he pulled himself away. Shaking your head, you went to sleep.

 ---

 Even more happened later.

 Joffrey died by poisoning, Sansa disappeared, and Tyrion was arrested for killing the king. Some suspicion was put on you for the King’s death, but they were soon washed away because of Tyrion. Then Tyrion’s trial by combat happened.

 Oberyn Martell bravely and proudly fought the Mountain in that trial to no avail. He died and Tyrion was proven guilty of killing Joffrey. Lord Varys came to you soon after with a plan to free Tyrion and you quickly agreed to help, but only help. You would not be going with him to Pentos. Varys knew he wouldn’t be able to change your mind so he agreed and the two of you set up a safe place for Tyrion to stay in Essos.

 A few days before the ship was set to sail, you left the capital. You were planning on going up North to see if Sansa would take you back as a guard, but that never happened. You had run into a small group of people who were trying to make better lives for themselves and you decided to help protect them.

 You had been with them for about a week when some of the men came running up. You heard one of them yelling for the healer and your concern grew. Walking up to the cart your horse was pulling, you stumbled back.

 “[Y/n]?” Ray said. “Is everything alright?”

 “I know this man,” You said, never taking your eyes off of him.

 “Who is it?”

 “The Hound.”

 ---

 A few months had passed and Sandor was fully healed. He was very wary around you, never talking to you more than he had to and never being with you alone. It made you a little angry to see him acting like this but you knew from the past that nothing would change.

 So once Sandor was able to protect the village, you left. You only told Brother Ray your plans and he understood why even if he didn’t want you to leave. In the middle of the night, you got ready to leave.

 “Where are you going?” Sandor said. You stiffened before turning to face him.

 “North,” was your reply.

 “Why?”

 “Because you can protect this village by yourself and I don’t need to be here anymore.” You continued stuffing clothes into your pack before saddling your horse.

 “[Y/n]—“

 “My mind’s made up,” you said, cutting Sandor off. “I’m leaving, you’re staying. I won’t be in your way anymore.”

 Getting up onto your horse, you gave her a pat before glancing at Sandor.

 “Goodbye.”

 ---

 It took you a while to get up north and when you did, you were lucky to see Sansa after only a couple of days. She was with Brienne and Podrick and you were happy to see her safe.

 “[Y/n]?” She said, voice full of disbelief. You gave her a smile and she tackled you in a hug.

 “It’s good to see you, love,” you said, kissing her cheek.

 “Why are you here?”

 “I wanted to get here sooner, but things got in the way. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you.”

 “I survived,” Sansa said with a shake of her head.

 “We’re going to the Wall. To get Sansa to her brother Jon,” Brienne said.

 “Do you want to come with us?” Sansa sounded hopeful and you nodded.

 “Of course I’ll go with you.”

 ---

 A lot happened after that. You went to the Wall and reunited Sansa with her brother. After that, you all came back down to Winterfell and took it back from Ramsay Bolton in the Battle of the Bastards. That battle was a sight to be seen and you were glad that you survived. You had stayed with Sansa while Jon went to meet with Daenerys Targaryen, not wanting to risk leaving Sansa again. You also stayed with Sansa when she sent Brienne down to King’s Landing for the meeting.

 Jon Snow came back with the Dragon Queen and others after the meeting was over with Cersei down south. You could see them marching in and when the dragons flew over you ducked out of instinct. They were incredible and you shared a glance with Sansa.

 “I know that you’re apprehensive about meeting Daenerys, but the dragons are amazing,” you said.

 “So there is something you’ve never seen before,” Sansa teased. You snorted and shook your head.

 “There are many things I’ve never seen, Lady Stark. Now, come on. We should get to the courtyard.”

 ---

 When everyone came marching into Winterfell, you were standing slightly behind Sansa and Bran. Jon came up first and you watched as he was reunited with Bran and Sansa. He gave you a nod of respect and you returned it. Jon then introduced Daenerys and you could cut the tension with a knife. It took everything in you to not laugh, your back straightening.

 After all of that happened, you joined everyone in the main hall. This was where you learned that Cersei was sending her armies to help fight the dead. You didn’t believe it for a second, knowing that she had to have something up her sleeve. There was a lot of arguing at this meeting between the Lords and you tuned it out. None of that was important to you. All you needed to know was when to fight and when to stop.

 When the meeting was over, Sansa relieved you of your duties for the day. You thanked her before going to your room, wanting a hot bath. Ever since you had gotten to the north, you had learned that you were not a fan of the cold. Sansa had teased you for it but always made sure that you were warm enough. You were thankful and knew that there was going to be a bath waiting for you in your room.

 What you weren’t expecting, however, was Sandor to come up to you as you were stepping into your room.

 “[Y/n],” he said, walking towards you.

 “Sandor? What are you doing here?” You asked, confused to see him. He stopped a couple feet away from you, an unrecognizable look on his face.

 “I was with the Brotherhood. We went with Jon north of the Wall and down to King’s Landing for the meeting with Cersei.”

 “The Brotherhood? What happened with Ray? I thought that you were going to live a life of peace.” Sandor shook his head.

 “Something happened a couple months after you left. Some people came by and slaughtered everyone. I was too far away to save them.” You could hear the sadness in his voice mixed with some anger.

 “What?” You stood straighter. “They’re all dead? But they did nothing to deserve that!”

 “The men were killed, but I wasn’t allowed to butcher them. Beric wouldn’t fucking let me.”

 “Good. I’m glad they’re dead.” You were seething, anger coursing through your veins.

 “[Y/n], did you get my letter?” Sandor asked you. His voice was uncharacteristically quiet and you practically did a double take.

 “Wait, this is what you’re focused on?” You laughed before looking at him and seeing he wasn’t kidding. “You’re serious.”

 “I am.”

 “If you must know, I did. But I don’t see why this is relevant right now.” You averted your eyes and shuffled back a bit, a little afraid of here this conversation was ending.

 “Fuck’s sake, woman! It’s relevant because I still fucking love you. Seven Hells!”

 “Sandor, you left me. More than once, too!” Sandor telling you that he still loved you made you angry. Pointing you finger in his face, you took a step forward. “You don’t do that to the people you love!”

 “You left too, or did you forget?” Sandor also took a step forward and you glared up at him.

 “I left because having both of us in the village at the same time would only bring bad things.”

 “No, I think you left because you couldn’t handle it,” Sandor sneered.

 “Handle it? You think I left because I couldn’t fucking handle it? You’re one to fucking talk! You left me alone in our bed because you couldn’t handle it. You left me in King’s Landing with only a note telling me that you fucking loved me, instead of telling it to my face! You’re the one who couldn’t handle it!” You jabbed him in the chest and Sandor swatted your hand away.

 “Don’t fucking touch me,” Sandor growled. You laughed and did it again.

 “What’re you going to do, huh? Run away again?”

 You did it one last time and Sandor grabbed your hand, pulling you close. He kissed you fiercely, not giving you time to breathe. You wanted to pull away, you really did, but it felt good being this close to him after all this time. Soon, the kiss softened slightly and the two of you broke apart. Neither of you said anything for a minute, both of you basking in the closeness you felt to the other.

 “I do still love you,” Sandor muttered. “And I’m sorry for leaving. It was a cowardly thing for me to do.”

 “It was,” you said, looking up at him. You put your hand on his chin and made him look at you. “Do it again and I’ll cut your dick off, yeah?”

 “Does that mean I’m forgiven?” Sandor said after he chuckled. You raised an eyebrow and pulled him closer, cupping the tent in his pants.

 “I think there’s still one way you can make it up to me,” you said, a smirk on your face.

 “I can work with that.”

 Sandor picked you up easily, and walked straight into your room, kicking the door shut behind him. You were in for a long night, but you didn’t mind at all.

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[taizi]

Could you write something about natsume getting a hug?? Just, from whoever n for whatever reason. I keep thinking about how no one ever really hugs him n it makes me sad

x

The absolute last person Joji expected to see today was Natsume Takashi.

Joji slows to a stop on the corner of the street, a block away from the train station, and stares shamelessly.

It's been a decade since the last time he saw Natsume, but he recognizes him immediately. Of course he does. His light hair and eyes aside, Joji has thought about him on-and-off since junior high.

Joji remembers that rainy day when he was thirteen, an empty desk in the middle of his eighth grade classroom, Ito leaning over in his chair to whisper, "Did you hear? Natsume was in the ER. He almost died. The police are looking at his foster parents."

It was as if he'd been plunged into a pool of ice water. He sat there, frozen, while their teacher called them to attention for homeroom and announced that Natsume wouldn't be in their class going forward.

What was the last thing Joji had said to him? "It's no wonder your parents didn't want you." Why the hell had he said that? A book, if he remembers right. He'd lent it to Natsume and Natsume gave it back all water-damaged, like he'd gone for a swim with his backpack on. Natsume's eyes were on his hands, on the ruined book, and he'd tried to apologize, said he'd pay for it, but Joji just snatched it away, ticked off.

"This is what I get for trying to help you, I guess. It's no wonder your parents didn't want you."

Joji is almost twenty-four now. He's going into pediatrics. His fiance, Sakura, is a foster parent. She is currently the proud and fiercely protective mother of two beautiful twin girls.

Sora and Miu are terrified of adults and they go everywhere together and sometimes they make up stories. Sometimes they lie, about why their uniforms are torn, why they're home late, why their lunchboxes are covered in dirt. They have this look in their eyes sometimes like they're just waiting to get hurt again.

Sakura has the patience of a saint. She never raises her voice. She stitches their torn uniforms, replaces their lunchboxes, and, on more than one occasion, has marched into their junior high school and threatened the staff with physical violence if her babies come home with bruises one more time.

Needless to say, Sora and Miu adore her. It took them longer to warm up to Joji, but they're there now; no longer flinching when he moves in their direction, greeting him happily when he comes over for breakfast, smiling shyly when he staggers into the apartment underneath the weight of two giant stuffed rabbits that cost nearly half his paycheck, because it's their birthday, Sakura, they need them.

Joji tries to imagine someone telling them "this is why your parents didn't want you" and goes absolutely breathless with rage.

Natsume glances up from his phone to look right at Joji, as if someone had pointed him out. Caught staring, Joji shuffles in place for a moment, and then squares his shoulders and heads over.

He's expecting the Natsume of his memory; he's expecting him to curl his shoulders and duck his head, the way Joji's girls still sometimes do when a stern auntie wants to talk to them.

He's not expecting Natsume to level him with a clear, politely confused gaze. He pockets his phone, and shoves his hands into the front pockets of the cardigan he's wearing; a size too big, like something he borrowed out of someone else's closet, but it's a charming look on him. He's dressed well, in dark-washed jeans and white high-top sneakers, and his silvery hair is long, probably long enough to fall past his shoulders if he didn't have it piled up in a bun. There's a squat calico cat at his feet, glaring up at Joji with judgmental green eyes.

"Can I help you?" Natsume asks kindly. His voice is a shock to the system; Joji remembers him like it was yesterday.

"Oh," Joji says, stymied. It never occurred to him that Natsume might not recognize him in turn. "Um, I'm Watanabe Joji. We were classmates in eighth grade."

"That's right," Natsume says with gratifying quickness. He looks a little embarrassed now and returns Joji's short bow. "Sorry, it's been a long time."

And we weren't exactly friends, he doesn't say, but that common knowledge sits neatly between them.

"Ten years!" Joji replies with some forced enthusiasm. "Is that why you're here?"

"Sorry?"

"The, ah, reunion this weekend? Ito, from our homeroom back then, put together a whole thing. Our whole class is getting together for dinner and drinks."

It occurs to him that Natsume might not have been invited. Joji thinks that's less because he isn't welcome and more because Ito almost certainly didn't have his contact information. The few times his name has come up, Joji's friends have gone quiet and melancholy. A few of them are parents now, or aunts and uncles at least. All of them know better than they did when they were mean, shitty little teenagers.

Joji opens his mouth to assure Natsume that they'd love to have him, but Natsume cuts him off with a laugh.

It's not a mean laugh. It's not unfriendly in the slightest. But it stings anyway, because Natsume is laughing out of pure disbelief.

"No, no," he says, waving a hand, "god, no. Could you imagine?" he adds, glancing down at the cat. The cat huffs, settling a little more solidly against Natsume's ankle. "We're just passing through, actually."

"We?" Joji asks dumbly. Did he mean himself and the cat?

It's Natsume's turn to get cut-off, this time by a long, drawn-out shout of "Takashiiii!"

A short, russet-haired young man around Joji's age comes barreling down the sidewalk toward them at a flat-out run. Joji's first inclination is one of alarm, but Natsume steps forward with his arms outstretched, and the stranger collides with him in an embrace that looks like it hurts.

Natsume is laughing again, but it's softer this time. It's the warmest sound Joji has ever heard him make.

"What's this for?" Natsume is saying, patting him on the back.

"Just missed you," his friend replies.

"You saw him twenty minutes ago, Satoru," comes the exasperated call from further down the road, and Joji glances over to find a small group headed their way, laden with shopping bags.

"Yeah, exactly," Satoru says, leaning back without letting go, just enough to gaze up at Natsume with a cheeky grin. "I'm all Takashi-deficient. It's pretty serious."

"Sounds serious," Natsume replies, and agreeably keeps an arm wrapped around his shoulders as the rest of their group catches up.

A tall, dark-haired man stoops to pick up Natsume's cat, and it settles agreeably in the crook of his arm. The brown-eyed woman beside him lets out a coo, shifting all her bags to one hand so she has one free to scratch it behind the ears.

"We're being rude," the dark-haired man says in a soft, pleasant tone. "Who's this, Takashi?"

Natsume introduces Joji as an old classmate, giving absolutely none of their history away in tone or expression, but somehow all of his friends seem to clue in to something anyway. Their collective demeanor shifts, in an unidentifiable way, even if their polite smiles don't slip an inch as Takashi introduces each of them in turn.

All but Nishimura Satoru, still tucked up against Natsume's side, who gives Joji a positively poisonous look.

"Okay, Satchan, you're going to lose privileges if you can't be nice," Kitamoto says dryly, and extracts him from Natsume's person with a deftness that speaks of years of practice.

"Nooo," Nishimura says, but it's curbed quickly by Shibata shoving a bag at him and snapping, "Carry this! It's that stupid lucky cat statue you just had to have, and it's heavy!"

"It looks just like sensei! Tooru loves it, too!"

"I do," Taki admits.

It's a warm afternoon, right at the end of August, the sky turning golden with the beginnings of dusk. Joji still manages to feel cold.

He grew up, but Natsume did, too. He always regretted what he did, he always wondered if Natsume was okay, wherever he went, but Natsume hasn't seemed to spare him a second thought. He's got his own friends now; bright, kind people who look like they'd raise hell for him. Who run to meet him.

Joji missed the chance to have a place in Natsume's life. He's a footnote, now, and not a very good one.

"Jojojojo!"

The bright voices have him spinning around, forgetting everything else, and he lights up when he spots Sora and Miu waving at him from the other side of the street. Sakura has a firm hold on their jackets so they can't go spilling out into the street until the pedestrian crossing sign lights up, and then she releases them like a couple of eager hunting dogs.

Natsume's friends shuffle to one side politely, and Joji steps forward to catch his girls when they reach him. They're so beautiful and he missed them so much, this weekend they were away to visit Sakura's parents. He kisses them each on the head, and then kisses Sakura on the head in the name of fairness, and it makes all three of them laugh.

Taki coos just like she did with the cat, hands clasped together under her chin.

"What sweet girls!" she says. "Are they yours, Watanabe?"

"Yes," Joji says proudly, putting one arm around each of their shoulders. They've come so far, not hiding behind him from the group of strangers, even if they press into his sides shyly. "This is Miu, and this is Sora. We're adopting them."

Sakura shifts her weight imperceptibly, a barely-there tell. Waiting, he knows, for the surprise, or outright condemnation. She's dealt with a lot of bullshit for taking these kids in, from family and ex-friends and even total strangers. It rolls right off her, and she usually gives as good as she gets, but she hates when Sora and Miu have to hear it. They don't deserve to hear it.

Joji will have to explain it to her, later, why he brought it up. Why he knew it would be safe to bring it up in front of these strangers.

Sure enough, all their faces soften immediately, a gentle transformation. Natsume crouches, gazing at the twins with an expression that Joji remembers from his childhood. The delicate resilience, the willingness to reach out even if he got hurt.

The look on his face ten years ago when he handed back that ruined book, owning up to his mistake and trying to fix it, buying Joji a replacement even after Joji said something unthinking and cruel.

"I was adopted, too," he says.

"Really?" Sora asks quietly.

"Really," Natsume tells her. "My parents died when I was little. I wasn't an easy child to care for, even though it wasn't my fault, so I got passed around a lot. It took me a long time to find my place, but I found it. Did you find yours?"

"I think so," Sora says, glancing around Joji at her sister.

"Me, too," Miu adds.

Sakura clutches Joji's hand hard enough to bruise. She won't cry here and now, but he already knows it's going to be an ice-cream-for-dinner kind of night.

Natsume looks up to meet Joji's eyes when he says, "That's good. I'm glad to hear it."

It's forgiveness. Joji hears it plain as day. He didn't get a chance to ask for it-- isn't sure he deserves it-- but there it is, freely given. And it's reassurance, too.

When Joji's daughters used to curl their shoulders and duck their heads, it would always tug at the memory of a boy he used to know, who was as kind as he was desperate for kindness.

Now, he thinks, when his girls are making a mess of the kitchen trying to follow a pancake recipe with their friends, or dragging a stray cat inside with big, hopeful eyes, it'll remind him of this afternoon. Natsume's clear, bright eyes, and the protective cluster of friends surrounding him.

The world wasn't fair to him; it left a mountain in his life that he had to climb, complete with all its pitfalls and crumbling paths and bad weather.

And here he is on the other side, goodness intact. Smiling. Loved.

He found his place. Sora and Miu found theirs.

And god, if that doesn't give Joji hope for everyone else.

"It was nice to see you," he says thickly, hoping Natsume hears his honesty. "Don't come to the reunion, that was-- a stupid thing to say, but-- would you-- dinner?"

Natsume hears it. He tilts his head, considering, and then says, "We missed our train, anyway."

"And I'm starving," Tanuma says agreeably. Clearly, he says it more to agree with Natsume than anything.

Nishimura is the hardest sell, watching Joji with hard eyes. But then his gaze dips to Sora and Miu, and all his sharp edges go soft, like butter melting in the sun. After a handful of tense seconds, he visibly gives up on his anger with a huff. His friends, watching patiently, all give absurd little cheers when it's clear he's on board.

"Fine, but if you live farther than three feet away, we're getting an Uber," Shibata threatens, rustling the shopping bags in his hands with annoyed fervor.

They drift in the direction of Joji's home, and Kitamoto talks Shibata down from the Uber with the promise of ducking into a 7-Eleven for ice creams instead, and Taki and Sakura are fast friends, rolling their sleeves up to compare tattoos-- Taki's is a strange, occult-looking circle that Joji makes a mental note to ask about-- and Tanuma lets Sora carry the fat cat, while Miu pets it with reverent fingers.

Natsume walks beside Joji, calm and unhurried, with Nishimura on his other side. He grew up with so much grace.

"Can I add you to the class groupchat?" he asks without thinking.

"Good luck with that," Nishimura butts in, not unkindly. "He's the most unreliable texter you've ever met. He left me on read for like two days once, and we live together."

"You'd have better luck with an email," Natsume says apologetically.

It's more than Joji thought he'd get; they exchange contact information, in the middle of this chaotic, noisy group making its way down the street toward the well-lit combini on the corner and then, beyond that, home.

Natsume doesn't seem to have any interest in reconnecting with his old classmates, and Joji doesn't blame him for that. Even though it will certainly piss Ito off to be kept in the dark, even just for a few days, Joji decides it's for the best.

Nishimura's goodwill can't be stretched that far.

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