#summon wall of garlic bread

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episode 120: summon wall of garlic bread 🧄🍞💕

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DWC - Romance

@daily-writing-challenge - Day 3 - Romance It wasn’t always easy to surprise Naturasu with a romantic evening. The troll had a habit of showing up suddenly, as if by magical summoning, any time Mega thought about her and so he made it a point to not think of her name during tonight's preparations. Ya know, just in case that was an actual thing. Tonight he wanted to do something special, not necessarily just pounce her for a hard night of bloodletting and fucking… Albeit, he wouldn’t be surprised if that’s how it ended anyways, it was usually a safe bet unless one of them was horribly injured in some fashion. Still, tonight he wanted something different, so he set out to work on everything! He wasted no time in calling in small favors to have food brought in for him to cook and prepare while Nat was away at The Knot in Booty Bay, doing one of her ‘New Toy/Most Popular’ showings for the members who came to watch them all get tested and reviewed. He knew she’d be away for hours, putting on a proper show for everyone and this was the perfect chance while she was distracted! It was moments like this that he was thankful for the heavy modifications they made for their kitchen. Sure, the counters and island, everything was to height for Naturasu, but when you’re an interracial couple with size differences, tasks like food preparation become such a chore that it’s near impossible without some effort. Their solution? Retractable cabinets that allow Mega to use as stairs or platforms to walk and stand on that effectively allow him to cook shoulder to shoulder with his fiancé without having to constantly drag around step ladders, stools or making her kneel, hunch or squat just to get to his level. It’s these very things that allow him to move back and forth between Island and Counters or Island and Stove, transporting various foods and ingredients around. Shrimp Scampi. Lemon Pepper Bush Chicken, Rotisserie style of course. Gilnean Clam Chowder. Filet Mignon with Garlic Butter. Those were just the main dishes as Mega wanted to make sure Nat had plenty to choose from! The ovens are in overdrive with an assortment of baking breads and desserts while in his hands he slices and dices at various fruits and melons in an effort to create a tray for nibbles to start them off. Of course, Mega couldn’t help himself from time to time. What chef could with all these scents bombarding his senses?! Black and Gold painted claws skewering the occasional piece of Pineapple just to flick into the back of his mouth before his long teeth make light work of their form. Hours were going by and thanks to a couple of magical items on top of Naturasu’s ‘Tupper’s Wares’, he was able to keep the food that was completed that needed to be kept hot or cold without drying out or their temperature changing, everything was coming along smoothly! So smoothly in fact that Mega was practically dancing as he sprinkled fruit chunks with sugar, cinnamon or even a bit of whipped topping. Tonight was meant to be a bit more of a romantic and sweet night thanks to the Kids being back with their Aunt… or was it their Uncle's turn tonight? Mega lost track thanks to the efforts of his romantic planning, but either household he knew they’d be well taken care of and that they’d end up coming back in a few days with all sorts of new stories about which kids beat up which, who was mean and what all they did. Mega’s hand comes into his shirt pocket, retrieving the chain watch to gauge the time. His eyes bulge and he heads to the window, looking outside to see where the sun was at and it was already dark. “Fuckin hell, where’s tha time gone?” He mutters out. Crunch time! He begins to move quicker now! He double checked the meats and seafood, making sure they were still nice and hot, the fruits cold and still moist and then the topper… Which he didn’t make cause baking definitely wasn’t his forte, cookies with little dollops of chocolate dropped right in their centers. Sure, a nice little sugar rush at the end never hurt anyone! That’s when he realized one important thing

was missing. “The booze! Fuck my life.” Alcohol, Nat’s primary source of… Well, anything. If she was a fish, Beer would be her water. But, tonight was a different night, romance called for more than just standard brewed beer. Nope. Mega pushes on the Island, causing it to roll and swing away and he rushes down into their cellar and begins to rummage and walk the wall, looking for a particular set of bottles. “Ahh, here we go.” He takes out a bottle of aged Arc-Wine. Something largely for himself as it didn’t take much of it’s alcoholic and magical properties to tear him the fuck up. On the other hand, Mega stops and grabs the equivalent of a Mini-Keg of Mak’gora; a Raspberry Honey Ale. He never tried it himself, but it was supposed to be hellaciously strong for an Ale. With the drinks selected, he runs upstairs and pulls the Island back in place, laying everything out and getting classes and mugs ready. “Alright, food’s prepped, just gotta remove the lids for when she gets in and time for a quick shower so I can be clean and ready for when she gets here!” He does a mixture of a sprint and skip down the hallway, throwing off clothes along the way until his naked ass cuts the corner and runs into their khorium tiled bathroom where he proceeds to lather himself up with soap that smelled of Dragon Fruit and shampoo that smelled similar to coconut. While he knew his natural minty scent would intermingle with these eventually, for now, they’d at least provide a respite to his usual. Mega was quickly throwing on his clothes, a white button up shirt, gold vest and tie along with matching white pants and shoes to match. Sure, it might have been a bit much for an in-home romantic night, but Mega knew what he looked best in and he’d be damned if he didn’t try for that tonight! With a quirky pep to his step, he heads out back out to the dining room to wait on Nat’s arrival home. However, the night had other plans and a moment of shock hits him as he comes to a complete stop and freeze frame. Upon the island wasn’t just the food and deserts he had spent the entire day and evening preparing, but a completely naked Naturasu who had taken it upon herself to adorn her body with the many bits of food he created. “I heard ya in tha shower sugah and I didn’t wanna disturb you, so… I thought that since ya spent all this time preparing to romance me, I’d offer you something back in return.” A wry, wide brimmed smile slowly begins to creep over Mega’s face as his fingers begin to loosen his tie and undo the buttons to his vest and shirt while he slowly closes the distance just to walk up the stairs to top the island (and maybe Nat in short succession). He picks up the bottle of Ale he had chosen for her and pulls off the cork topper with his teeth, spitting it across the room before smiling down at her. “And here they say Romance is dead.” He takes a hefty drink of her brew, letting it linger before leaning in to smash the food between the two of them just so he can kiss her and share the taste. “Long live romance.” He beams between a few soft, teasing kisses and lip bleeding induced love nibbles. <Fade to Black>

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[jombocostello]

bucciarati gang x reader

Anonymous asked: Hello! Can I get a platonic/ brotherly Bucci gang comforting a member who’s just gone through a breakup with a longtime partner? (May or may not be in this situation and needing some cuddles 🥺) thank you in advance and I hope everything’s good for you!

Yes of course!! I hope you’re feeling better and I hope you enjoy these! My messages are always open if you want to talk too!

Giorno

- Giorno's a soft-spoken guy; in your time with Bucciarati's gang, he's probably the one you know the least about. Still, he's extremely friendly, and the two of you get along really well.

- When you show up to your mission with Giorno with your head dipped and a far-away look in your eyes, he can instantly tell something's wrong. "Are you alright?" he asks you, eyebrows knitted in worry. You just wave a hand and shrug, telling him not to worry and to focus on the mission at hand. Hesitantly, Giorno agrees, though he's not done thinking about this.

- The job goes on without a hitch, and you and Giorno hurry away to the getaway car. As you both hop in and buckle your seatbelts, Giorno looks at you through the rear-view mirror. Your eyes meet his in the reflection for a moment and then you shift them away, frowning.

- "Is there something you want to talk about?" he asks gently. "You can feel free to tell me anything."

- You suck in a deep breath, wincing as your breath shuddered. "...Are you sure? I don't want to bother you," you murmur.

- Giorno reaches out and takes your hand; you're both a little startled by his forwardness. "Of course. It's not a bother."

- You smile a little, but your face doesn't read as very happy. You lean back, your hand still resting loosely in Giorno's. "Okay. Well, I... I ended a long relationship recently. And I don't - I really don't know how to describe how I'm feeling. I just..." Your voice trails off, and Giorno watches as tears up in your eyes. You lower your head and Giorno can see your shoulders shaking.

- Moved by the instant need to make you feel better, he takes your other hand as well. You blink, tears running down your face, and you watch as Giorno rubs his thumbs in circles over your palms. He leans in a little closer to you and smiles faintly. "You're an amazing person, (Y/N). I'll be with you every step of the way through this, alright? I know you can do it."

- You muster up a smile, genuinely touched by Giorno's tenderness. "Thank you. Really." You look away, sniffling. "I'll try."

- Giorno lifts a hand and brushes a tear from your cheek, surprising you. When he brings his hand back to yours, though, he holds a small, pink rose petal. "What you're feeling right now is going to help you grow," he says softly, gingerly placing the petal in your palm. "You're going to come out stronger. And I'll be there to help when you need it."

- You're overcome with emotion; you lean forward and hug Giorno tightly. He's a little startled by this, but he's happy all the same, and he hugs you back. "Thank you," you whisper in his ear. "I'm sorry for springing all this on you right now... We should probably head back."

- "Don't worry," he replies. "You can talk to me about whatever you want." He leans back and starts the car, and as you drive away, he turns to you and smiles widely. You find yourself smiling back.

Bruno

- It's early in the morning when you get a phone call on your cell phone, which is sitting on the other side of your room. Yawning loudly, you roll out of bed and pick it up. Before flipping it open, you briefly glance at the mirror hanging from your wall; you look dead tired. It's no surprise, really... You haven't been sleeping much.

- "...Hello?" Your voice is groggy and you blearily rub your eyes.

- "(Y/N). How are you?"

- Your eyes widen, and subconsciously you fix your posture. It's your boss Bruno, who never calls unless he has important business. "Uh... Hi. I'm alright." The lie rolls off your tongue without a second thought.

- "That's good." Bruno pauses. "I hope I'm not being too forward, but I'd like to go to dinner with you tonight. I can pick you up at seven if that's alright with you."

- "Sure, that would be nice." He pleasantly says goodbye and hangs up, and you set down the phone in mild confusion. That had been the last thing you were expecting. Bruno is your boss, and he's a close friend, too - but he's never asked you out to an excursion like this. You wonder for a moment if it's because he's noticed how out of it you are lately. It's certainly a possibility. You just shrug and get ready for the day, keeping Bruno's invitation in the back of your mind.

- After a day of errands, the time comes, and Bruno arrives at your place in a sleek, classy sports car. He steps out of the driver's seat and circles around the vehicle, opening the passenger door and offering his hand. You smile, a little miffed by his silence so far, and take his hand. After you're both seated, he drives off.

- You wind up at a restaurant that you've never been to before. You'd wanted to try it, but it had always been astronomically fancy and you figured you'd never find the right occasion to go. It seems Bruno is the one who found the perfect time, as he leads you to your table and pulls out your chair.

- Bruno orders a bottle of wine for the both of you, and finally, he turns your way and speaks. "I hope you're not too confused by my sudden invitation," he says, the smile on his face audible in his words.

- "Not at all!" you reply, smiling as well. "Well, maybe a little confused... But certainly not upset. This is wonderful."

- "That's good." Bruno's smile drops a bit, and you watch him closely. "I wanted to see you tonight because I've been a little worried. You haven't been yourself lately, and I just wanted to check up on you. (Y/N), are you alright?"

- You feel your throat tighten before he's even done talking. "I - I, ah..." You can't force yourself to lie. You dip your head a bit, speaking a little sheepishly. "No. Not really."

- Bruno starts to reach across the table but his hand freezes halfway; he's not sure whether he should take your hand. "Well, if you want to talk..." He decides now, and his fingers gently wrap around your palm. "I'm here."

- You suck in a breath, raising your head. "I've just been going through... Well, going through a breakup." Bruno's eyes soften in concern, and you nod slightly. "So it's been hard."

- Your wine arrives suddenly, nearly making you jump. Bruno lets go of your hand to pour you a glass. "I see." He places the glass in front of you and you drink some, thankful to be given a break from talking. Bruno doesn't drink, though, and you frown. "You're important to me, (Y/N). We've known each other for a while and all I want is for you to be happy." You had been the first person to join his team, so you're pretty close.

- You smile, taking a quick sip of wine. "Thank you, Bruno."

- Dinner goes well, and your food is delicious. After the meal, you and Bruno get up and head back to his car. He opens your door and you thank him as you sit down.

- "How was your food?" he asks you as he slides into the driver's seat and starts the car.

- "It was great. Thank you again, this was a really wonderful surprise."

- Bruno smiles gently at you and you've never felt more comfortable. "Of course, (Y/N). I'd love to do this again, any time you like. Alright?"

- You reach out and place your hand over his, and he blinks, looking at you with mild surprise. You just grin and reply, "Alright."

Mista

- As you walk into Libeccio on a bright Sunday morning, you're greeted by only Bruno and Mista. "Hey, guys," you say as you pull out your chair and take a seat. "Where's everyone else?"

- Bruno glances up from the papers that are sitting in front of him to look at you. "Oh, this is just a minor problem that we need to clean up. I figure the three of us will be more than enough to take care of it."

- You nod, crossing your arms over your chest. "Alright." You look over at Mista, who's busy eating garlic bread without a care in the world. "Hey, Mista," you say, and he stops eating to look at you. You grin. "Bet you're glad we don't have anyone else here with us, huh?"

- Instantly Mista nods obnoxiously, and you nearly laugh out loud. "Four people... It's just not for me." You sigh, the remnants of a smile on your face.

- You head out after a quick cup of coffee, and in minutes you've reached your destination. You all pile out of the car, looking around warily at the old, half-collapsed building you've arrived at. "There's nothing to worry about," Bruno says to the two of you. "I just have to go get a document that was left inside by our associate. I need you two to stand guard outside."

- "You got it, Boss," Mista says with a firm salute. You laugh a little at the gesture. Bruno leaves, and that leaves you with the group's resident gunslinger.

- You both summon your stands, and you stand together outside of the building. You're both silent for a while, until the Sex Pistols start whining about being bored. "Shut up!" Mista groans, swatting at them. "We'll be out of here in no time." You really don't have the energy to reassure the little guys, even though you usually do like talking to them.

- Mista seems to notice this, and he glances over at you. "...Hey, (Y/N), are you okay? You seem out of it."

- You shrug. "Uh... It's nothing."

- This tips Mista off to the fact that it absolutely is something. "Really, what's up? You know you can tell me anything. My lips are sealed." He mimes zipping his mouth shut, and you roll your eyes.

- "...Fine." You cross your arms over your chest, sighing. "I... I just broke up with my partner. A few days ago."

- For some reason, you're expecting another wisecrack, but that's not what you get - Mista walks over to you and puts his hand gently on your arm. "I'm sorry to hear that," he says quietly. "It must suck."

- You nearly laugh at his choice of words. "Yeah. It does suck."

- He looks at you for a moment, and then in a quick, casual motion, he wraps his arms around you and squeezes. You blink, completely surprised by this. After a few comfortable moments, he pulls away, then suddenly his eyes go wide. "Shit, I hope that wasn't weird, I - I didn't even think about it and - "

- "No, don't worry," you say, cutting him off. "It was nice of you." You give him a small smile.

- "Oh. Well that's good." You both fall silent again, staring out at the alley before you and looking for any potential enemies. After a few minutes, Mista speaks. "I'm buying you ice cream after this."

- You look over at him, eyebrows raised. "Did you just say you're gonna get me ice cream? What are you, seven?"

- "Shut up!" Mista whines, and you laugh loudly. "Ice cream is good as hell. It'll do wonders for your spirit."

- "Well, I can't argue with that." Your wide grin settles into a little smile, and the two of you stand closely together until Bruno finally arrives.

- You all hop into the car, Bruno at the wheel and the two of you in the back seat. "What's your favorite ice cream flavor?" Mista asks, grinning widely. "Wait - lemme guess. Are you a classic vanilla type?"

- "Uh..." You honestly don't have a favorite, so you decide to humor him. "Sure. Yeah."

- "Hell yeah!" He reaches out and gives you an unprompted high-five, surprising you. "I knew it. I'm a genius." A few moments later, Mista's expression softens. "Hey, listen. I'm really sorry you're going through this. I know it's tough, so... I'll be there for you. Don't hesitate to come to me about anything."

- You'd never expected to see this kind of seriousness from Mista before. "Thanks, man. I appreciate it." And with that, you lean back in your seat, feeling good about the future for the first time in a while.

Narancia

- You hadn't planned on talking about your recent breakup with any of the members of your group, but when Narancia invited you to the local arcade one day, you knew he could tell something was up.

- You meet up with him outside of the glowing building. He stands in front of the doors with an impossibly wide grin and...a bouquet of flowers? "Hey, what the hell is this for?" you say, laughing as you take them. "Seriously."

- "I guess I just wanted to surprise ya! It worked, I guess." He's right; you were surprised. You run the flowers over to your car and gently place them in the back seat, then return to Narancia.

- "So what's the plan?" you ask as you both enter the arcade. The sounds of the seemingly endless games is almost shockingly loud.

- It doesn't seem to phase Narancia in the slightest, though. "Come on! We're playing that dancing game. What's it called...?" He ponders that for less than a second before grabbing your arm and dragging you over to the large game in the back of the room.

- Almost instantly, he's shoved some tokens into the machine and you're all set to dance. "Choose, the song, (Y/N), I know you'll pick a good one!" You can't seem to stop smiling at the utter enthusiasm Narancia's showing, and you pick a relatively easy song.

- You stumble a few times, but after a moment you get the hang of the game. Narancia isn't doing very well - he doesn't seem to feel the rhythm very well - but his energy is more than making up for it. Once the song is over, you see that you've beaten him.

- "I never could've expected that, dude," you say, laughing under your breath. "I mean, don't you choreograph dances and make Mista and Fugo learn them with you?"

- "Yep!" Narancia shrugs. "Guess I was off today. But you beat me!" You wonder if he let you win, but who cares. You appreciate the gesture if that's the case.

- The two of you spend the rest of the day playing every game in the place. Once you're done, you end up with a sizeable pile of tickets, and you decide to spend them on two huge stuffed animals - one for you and one for Narancia, to commemorate this nice day.

- "I really had a good time today!" you say to Narancia as you walk to his car. "Thanks for inviting me, I had a lot of fun."

- "Sure!" Narancia's voice drops a bit, and you raise your eyebrows. "And I hope you feel better soon. I know you haven't been feeling your best, but I know you'll get through it. You're tough as hell, (Y/N), that's why you're on the team!"

- You're really touched by Narancia's words. He doesn't even know what happened, and still his words of comfort are perfect. "Thanks. Hey, I'll see you later, alright?"

- "Yeah." He picks up his stuffed animal and has it wave goodbye, and you snort. He's a pure ball of sunshine, and that's just what you needed.

Abbacchio

- Of all the member's of Bucciarati's squad, Abbacchio is probably the hardest one to talk to. You don't think you've ever held a full conversation with him on your own, and even if you tried, you have a feeling he'd just laugh in your face and walk away. All in all, you're pretty intimidated by him.

- So of course, as fate would have it, the two of you are assigned to take care of some business one late night. You grab a taxi and then walk a ways until you reach your destination.

- Abbacchio is there waiting for you, with his arms crossed over his chest. "You made it," he says, voice dripping with sarcasm, and you wince. This is really the last thing you need right now.

- It's a fairly serious mission before you two: you have to kill non-stand user employees of the boss who have stolen a fairly large sum of money from a neighboring capo. Thankfully, you succeed, though you do make a couple minor mistakes that do nothing for Abbacchio's mood.

- Abbacchio hails a taxi and slides the driver some of the money you've just recovered. "If anyone asks, you never saw us. Alright?" The driver merely nods and gestures for you to get in.

- It's a silent, somber ride. You're too anxious to look at Abbacchio. You're a little embarrassed by the rookie mistakes you made tonight, which you've never done before - but you're going through something pretty big right now and that's probably the reason for them. It's only been a little while since you ended your relationship, and it's been pretty hard coping with it. This situation certainly isn't making it any easier to feel better.

- You get back to Abbacchio's place quickly. You start to wave goodbye as he opens the door and stands up, but he shocks you by grabbing your arm and pulling you out with him. "Come with me," he says lowly. "I just wanna talk for a bit."

- You're terrified. He's almost definitely going to chew you out over your mess-ups tonight. You really can't do anything but nod, and with that he turns around and leads up up to his apartment.

- It's...a lot cozier than you'd expected. There's a lot of artwork up on the walls, and a record player sits on the far side of the room. You wonder what he's been listening to. "Would you like a drink?" he asks, taking out a bottle of red wine.

- "Ah, no thanks." That's oddly hospitable of him, considering he's monumentally pissed off at you right now.

- You watch him put the bottle away and take out a can of coffee grounds. "Coffee, then? I know it's late, but you're probably cold."

- He's right; coffee actually sounds good right now. "Sure, if it's not any trouble."

- He doesn't say anything to that, just gets to making it. Shit - is it trouble? You stand and watch him from the doorway in an anxious silence until finally he's done, and he gestures for you to join him on the couch.

- You sit down and he hands you your coffee. "Cream and sugar?" he asks, and you nod your head.

- "Yeah - both." He quickly grabs your coffee back from you and walks back to the kitchen, then returns with two mugs and sits down next to you. He hands you your drink and you take a sip, careful not to burn yourself. It's perfect for such a chilly night.

- "So." You look up at Abbacchio, whose expression can only be described as...severe. He drinks some coffee then sets down his mug, locking eyes with you. This is about to be horrible. "What's wrong?"

- "Huh?" Did you say that out loud? Did he say that out loud? You blink, trying to parse his question.

- "I can tell you're not feeling well. You never would've made the mistakes you did if you weren't distracted. So what's on your mind?" He pauses, and then adds, "If you're comfortable talking about it."

- "...Oh." You're completely shocked by this twist. Abbacchio's expression doesn't read as severity, it's concern. He knows something's wrong. "Well, yeah. I'm fine with talking about it." Are you? You steel yourself and continue. "I, ah... I just ended a relationship recently. That's all."

- Abbacchio frowns. "I'm sorry." He's silent for a bit, and you're stuck in an awkward little moment with him while he thinks of what to say. "I've been through it too, and I know how hard it is. You can talk to me about it, if you want. Maybe not right now, though - it's pretty late." He's right; it's long past midnight.

- "Alright. Thanks, Abbacchio. I really appreciate it." You quickly finish your coffe and gently set down the mug as you stand. "I should get back home. Thank you again. I would like to talk to you later, if it's okay."

- "Of course." He smiles - you're pretty sure that's the first time you've witnessed him do anything other than scowl. "I don't have good advice, but I'm more than willing to listen."

- You smile back. "Then yeah. I'll take you up on that." You open the door softly. "See you later, Abbacchio. Thanks for the coffee."

Fugo

- Sometimes, Bruno likes to call all of his team members to Libeccio just to share a meal. Today is one of those occasions, and you walk into the back room at the restaurant to find Fugo and Bruno engaged in what seems to be a highly intellectual conversation.

- "Yes, well, there's so many clauses that could apply to - oh, (Y/N)!" Fugo looks over at you and smiles. "Nice to see you."

- "You too." You take a seat next to him and grab the glass of water that's in front of you; there seems to be one for everyone. "Where is everyone? Am I early or something?"

- Fugo sighs. "No, everyone else is just late." You laugh a little under your breath at how seriously disappointed Fugo seems in his teammates; he's always been a bit of a perfectionist. "But whatever. How have you been?"

- Not great, to be honest. "Alright," you answer, quickly sipping your water. "My life's been pretty uneventful. You?"

- Fugo doesn't seem fully convinced by that answer, but he doesn't say anything about it. "The same. Nothing really happening. Bruno, though, is apparently horribly busy."

- Bruno laughs and shakes his head. "That's an overstatement and you know it. I've just been taking care of some paperwork."

- Slowly but surely, the rest of the gang arrives, and you all share a great lunch. Afterwards, you move to leave, but Fugo grabs your arm before you can walk out the door.

- "Hm? What's up?" You turn to him, eyebrows raised.

- "Are you doing anything right now?" he asks rather forwardly. He's not a very timid guy. "If you're not, I was wondering if you'd like to take a little walk, in that park down the street a ways."

- "A... A walk?" It's kind of a weird request, but you're honestly not doing anything. "Yeah, sure." Fugo smiles and leads you out the door towards the nice park.

- Luckily, it's a really nice day out today. It isn't too cool or too warm, and you're dressed perfectly for the occasion. After a short walk, the two of you reach the park. "I haven't been here in a long time," you comment. "Not since before I started working with Passione."

- "Really?" Fugo looks at you in mild disbelief. "That's funny. I come here once every couple weeks. It's nice for calming my nerves, especially after I have to hang around with those stupid assholes." Narancia and Mista had been being particularly dumb today, and Fugo got pretty upset over it. It's just how he is, and you're glad he has something that can brighten his spirits.

- "Do you want to talk?" You blink, looking over at Fugo. He isn't looking at you; instead, he's staring out ahead of him as he walks steadily forward. "I know there's something on your mind. Feel free to talk to me."

- "Oh. So you can read me that well, huh?" you ask, laughing a little. Fugo just nods. "Well... I guess. I've just had a lot on my mind lately."

- "Oh."

- He's not prying at all, and you can tell he'd be alright if you just left it at that, but for some reason you're compelled to continue. "I broke up with my partner. Not too long ago. It's been tough, trying to adjust and everything." You blurt everything out at once, and you're amazed by how good it feels; he's the first person you've told about this.

- "Shit, that's horrible." Fugo seems to realize that you're right next to a bench, so he pauses and sits down. You follow suit. "...I'm really sorry."

- You've never gotten the impression that Fugo's particularly good at talking about feelings, so it really means a lot to you that he's willing to try for this. "Don't apologize," you murmur. "It's not your fault."

- "I know, I just... Going through that must be really difficult." Very hesitantly, Fugo moves to take your hand, and you smile when you feel him do it. "You can tell me if you ever need anything. You're important to our team, (Y/N), and it won't do to have you upset." Realizing that that sounds a little impersonal, he pauses before speaking again. "That is, I want you to be happy."

- Fugo squeezes your hand and you smile a little wider. "Thanks. I will." Fugo's never been so genuine with you, and you're more than grateful. You know you've found the most wonderful group of people, who can help you get through just about anything.

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[searchingwardrobes]

Start of Time: 7/9

In this chapter, Wendy/Emma worries things will be awkward after the kiss, and "Wendy's" real life may be closer than she thinks.

Summary: Killian and his son are driving through a bad snow storm when they find a disoriented woman walking down the road. The question is, how can they help her get home when she has no idea who she is? Written for @teamhook​ on her birthday.

Rating: T

Trigger warning: Alice Jones appears in this fic and Alice and Henry are both Killian’s adopted children with Milah. Henry isn’t Emma’s. Positive past Millian. No Neal.

Words: about 2,500 in this chapter

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Wendy had a fitful night sleep as she replayed the kiss in her mind. Sometimes she fantasized about it - her heart pounding as she remembered the feel of his lips on hers and his fingers lightly tracing her skin. Other times she beat herself up for grabbing him like that. It wasn’t fair to him at all when she had another life out there to return to. He was a father, too, which made it ten times worse. She hadn’t just gotten too close to Killian - she’d gotten far too close to Henry and Alice as well. She was an awful person, there was no way around it.

She also tossed and turned wondering how in the world she could face him again. First she’d initiated a kiss, and then she’d pushed him away? She’d seen the tormented look on his face - as if he’d done something wrong. She punched her pillow in irritation a couple of times before giving up on sleep altogether.

It was a quarter past four in the morning when she slipped from her room and headed down the stairs. She paused at the bottom step when she thought she heard sounds coming from the deep recesses of the house. She tilted her head. Was that . . . music? Wherever it was coming from, it was faint. She veered around the kitchen, heading towards the hallway off the foyer instead. She’d never ventured into this part of the house. She knew it led to the garage and Killian’s veterinary office on the other side, but she’d never had reason to go there.

Wendy slowly eased open the door to the garage. It was surprisingly warm, though still a bit chillier than the rest of the house. She flipped on a light switch and gasped in surprise at what she saw. She knew the Joneses didn’t keep their vehicles in here, and she had heard Alice mention painting in the garage, but she hadn’t expected this. The room was insulated and heated, for one. The floor was still concrete, though, and for good reason - Alice had free reign to be as creative and messy as she wanted. The floor was splattered in a haphazard way with various colors, and glitter and tiny bits of paper added to the creative mess. There was an unfinished oak table in the center of the room with matching oak chairs. These were also splattered with paint and scribbled all over with markers and crayon. Two easels were set up: one was a chalkboard, and one held a canvas. Bins lined the opposite wall, filled with all the art supplies a girl could dream of: buttons, pom poms, pipe cleaners, stickers, glitter, and half a dozen others. A cabinet next to it was littered with various mediums from acrylic paints to oil pastels. It was a legit art studio, and Killian had made this for his daughter.

The music she had heard was coming from her left, through a door that she assumed led to Killian’s office. He had told her the entrance for customers was on the outside of the house, but she also knew the kids had access to his space from inside the house. This must be it. Wendy’s lips ticked up in a smile as she imagined Alice interrupting her dad to show him her latest creation.

She tiptoed across the floor, the concrete ice cold even through her socks. Slowly Wendy opened the door. Killian’s back was to her and at first she wasn’t sure why he was hunched over. As she stepped into the room, it became clear: he was playing the guitar. He was singing, too.

“Touch your lips just so I know. In your eyes, love, it glows so. I’m bare-boned and crazy for you when you come crash into me, baby . . . “

He hummed then, either because he didn’t know the rest of the words or because he was concentrating on strumming, and Wendy cleared her throat. He startled at the sound, then relaxed when he turned in his chair and saw her.

“Sorry,” she apologized, “I couldn’t sleep, and then I heard music . . .”

She trailed off as she realized that she was doing the very thing that had kept her up - facing him. The early hour had given a surreal quality to everything, but now it slammed into her that he was only a few feet away. If he felt as awkward as she did, however, he didn’t show it.

“No, no, don’t apologize. I hope I didn’t keep you up. I usually don’t disturb the kids way out here -”

“No, it was fine, really. I was already up. I could barely hear it, but I was curious.”

He simply nodded. “I’m a bit rusty,” he confessed. “Hope it didn’t sound too bad.”

“Not at all. And you have a great voice.”

He ducked his head, blushing at her praise. Wendy found a folding chair and dragged it over so she could sit down. She reached her hand out towards the instrument.

“May I?”

“Of course,” Killian told her, pulling the strap up and over his head and relinquishing the guitar.

A thrill went through her - it felt so familiar, so right in her hands. She put the strap around her shoulders, then adjusted the guitar on her thigh. She plucked a few strings, then began to strum. Once she felt comfortable, it just came to her, and she was suddenly playing a guitar solo. Killian’s eyes widened, and she just grinned. She transitioned to strumming as she began to sing.

“If we still have time, we might still get by. Every time I think about it, I want to cry. With bombs and the devil, and the kids keep comin’. No way to breathe easy, no time to be young. But I tell myself I was doin’ alright. There’s nothin’ left to do at night but go crazy on you. Crazy on you. Let me go crazy, crazy on you.”

She trailed off when she saw how Killian’s jaw had dropped. Her own mouth hung open in shock as she stopped the sound of the guitar with her flattened palm.

“I can sing!” she exclaimed. “And I know how to play the guitar!”

Killian blinked and shook his head. “That’s an understatement love! That’s Nancy Wilson’s guitar solo you just played! My God, lass!”

“Yeah,” Wendy mused, “Nancy Wilson from Heart. That’s not easy to play, is it?”

“Not like that it isn’t! I’m sort of embarrassed that you heard me muddling around just now.”

She shrugged. “I thought you had promise,” she teased.

He laughed and shoved her playfully in the knee. “Come to think of it, I did hear you belting out ‘Brass in Pocket’ the first night you were here.”

“Wait a minute!” Wendy exclaimed. “I was singing that in the shower!”

Killian’s face turned bright red and he scratched furiously behind his ear. “I was just leaving you some clothes, I swear. I turned right back around!”

Laughter bubbled up out of her. “I thought one of the kids left those clothes. They were all balled up and half falling on the floor.”

“I told you I got out of their post haste!”

They were both laughing now, and it felt wonderful. She should have known he wouldn’t make things awkward. She stared down at the guitar in her lap and idly strummed.

“About you not sleeping -”

“Don’t, Killian, please.”

“We need to talk about that kiss.”

“No, we don’t. It was a . . . one-time thing.”

Killian sighed and then stood wearily to his feet. “As you wish.” He made his way slowly to the door. “You coming?”

“Would it be alright if I stayed in here and played a little longer?”

He smiled gently at her. “Of course, love. God knows that guitar deserves someone with more talent than me.”

The sadness infusing his words lingered long after he’d left, and Wendy could only hum while picking out a few chords. Then, suddenly, words that she knew were in no recorded song she had ever heard before, yet were familiar all the same bubbled up out of her along with a melody for the instrument in her hands.

“Once I lived in darkness out there on my own. Left to brave the world alone. Everything seemed hopeless, no chance to break free. Couldn’t hear the song inside of me.”

She stilled the music with her palm once more. Where the hell had that come from?

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Steam rose up from the colander where Killian was draining the pasta. Behind him, the oven timer starting going off.

“Henry, can you grab the garlic bread?”

Henry hopped up from the kitchen island where he was finishing his homework, grabbed an oven mitt, and slid the bread from the oven.

“When are Alice and Wendy gonna get home? I’m starving!”

Killian smiled as he shook his head ruefully. It seemed like the boy was always “starving.”

“I’m sure they’ll be back any minute. I hope so anyway. This food is gonna get cold.”

As if their conversation had summoned them, the front door suddenly burst open and his daughter’s giggles blended with Wendy’s laughter. The sound made his heart clench and his smile widen. He looked over his shoulder as the two of them tumbled into the kitchen, dropping bags on the table.

“Come see what we got Daddy!” said Alice.

Killian wiped his hands on a kitchen towel. “Okay, but only for a minute. We don’t want the food to get cold.”

“Where’s Mary Margaret?” Henry asked with a frown.

“She had to get home and help David with something with the horses,” Wendy told him, “but she said to tell you hi.”

“Okay, girls, what do we have?” Killian asked.

“This is mine,” Alice said, digging something white and frilly out of one of the thrift store bags. She shook it out and held it up for them to see.

“An apron?” Henry scoffed.

“I’m gonna be Alice, get it?” Alice pressed the apron to her torso and frowned at her brother. “You know - Alice in Wonderland. I’ll wear this over my blue Easter dress.”

“Oh,” Henry said, “I see.”

“We also bought some blue ribbon at the craft store to tie around her hair,” Wendy added.

“And this . . . “ Alice announced dramatically, pulling a long, stainy, light blue nightgown with capped sleeves out of the other thrift store bag, “is for Wendy.”

“We’re casting ourselves to type,” Wendy said to Killian with a shrug.

“I like it. But this is a couple’s dance.”

“Daddy, we know that,” Alice countered with a roll of her eyes. “You and Henry will match us. So Wendy is - well, Wendy, so you can be Peter Pan.”

Killian narrowed his eyes. “I am not going as Peter Pan. You are not getting me in green tights.”

Wendy and Alice exchanged knowing glances. Wendy reached into a bag from the party supply store. “We had a feeling you’d say that, so we got you this.”

Killian chuckled as he took it from her. “A plastic hook. Okay, I’ll go with it.”

“I thought we should get a pirate hat too, but Wendy said you wouldn’t go for it.”

Killian caught the woman’s eye. “She already knows me so well.”

Wendy glanced away as a blush stained her cheeks.

“What about me?” Henry demanded.

“Well, since I’m Alice, we got you this.”

“Sweet!” Henry exclaimed as his sister handed him a tall, purple velour hat with a giant fake price tag attached. He plopped it on his head and grinned up at Killian. “Can I borrow one of your vests, Dad?”

“Sure, son.”

“We are going to look so cool!” Alice squealed as she jumped up and down. She grasped Wendy around the waist, and the woman hugged her back with enthusiasm.

“I know,” Wendy agreed, “I’m so proud of us! And we only spent like twenty bucks!”

Killian watched his daughter planning out her costume with Wendy, and first his heart warms at the way the two of them have bonded. On the heels of that emotion, sadness washed over him as he realized that his daughter could also get hurt.

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Zelena Green really thought that that teaching her spinning class would get all of her frustrations out, but she stepped out of the showers fuming just as much as she had when she’d arrived that afternoon. Her mother had always warned her she came on too strong with men, but Killian Jones had really seemed to be warming up to her. Until this infuriating Wendy person showed up. Amnesia? Yeah, right. Zelena was a master of manipulation, and even she hadn’t stooped low enough to try that tactic.

As Zelena stomped out of the locker room, her students gave her a wide berth, many of them still struggling to breathe after the torture she’d put them through. She ignored the teenager at reception, her boss asking to speak with her, and the tiny brunette named Dorothy who cried out in irritation when Zelena practically bowled her over. Curses spilled from her mouth when she collided with a corner of one of the tables in the lobby littered with magazines. They all slid to the floor, and Zelena cursed again. She tossed her gym bag down and started scooping them up.

She froze when she saw a copy of last month’s Rolling Stone. Normally, the small blurb on the members of a moderately successful female indie rock band going solo wouldn’t have caught her attention.

But there was a blonde in the picture she had seen before.

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“Ms. Mills, you have a call on line one from a Zelena Green that you really need to take.”

“I don’t know anyone by that name,” Regina told her assistant archly, “so just say I’m busy.”

“Begging your pardon, but I really think you need to hear what she has to say.”

Regina rolled her eyes as she swiveled her chair to face the incompetent woman interrupting her. “And why is that?”

“Because she says Emma Swan is stuck in rural Maine with a case of amnesia.”

#cs ff #cs modern au #snowed in #daddy!killian #knightrook #amnesia #angst #pining

[theericardo]

*Part 1: “Something Wicca This Way Comes... Again” *WRITTEN BY: PAUL (ME) *DIRECTED BY:  ALYSSA MILANO *SEASON 1, EPISODE 01

Staring

· Alyssa Milano as Phoebe Halliwell

· Rose McGowan as Paige Matthews Mitchell

· with Holly Marie Combs Ryan as Piper Halliwell

· and Shannen Doherty as Prue Halliwell

Co – Staring

· Brian Krause as Leo Wyatt

· Jacob Tremblay as Wyatt Halliwell

· Sunny Suljic as Chris Halliwell

· Nicolas Bechtel as Rafael Vázquez

Recurring

· Brooklynn Prince as Melinda Halliwell

· Alex Black as Tyler Michaels

· Dafne Keen as Coop Halliwell

· Ivan Sergei as Henry Michell

· Iain Armitage as Henry Michell, Jr.

· Dafne Keen as Hayley Michell

· Nicholas Hamilton as Jesse Housley

CHARMED THEME SONG MUSIC

[Scene: September 22nd, 2017 - 7:30 a.m. Starts with Piper getting the kids ready for school]

Piper: "Wyatt honey, did you wake up Chris and Melinda?”

Wyatt: “Why is it my job to do so?” “Chris doesn’t like me, and whatever Chris does and says, Melinda follows suit.”

(Leo rushes through before the portal for Magic School opens.)

Leo: “Wyatt, can do what your mom says, please?”

Wyatt: “Whatever, dude!”

(Wyatt orbs out the dining room.)

Piper: “I swear he gets that from you, Leo.”

Leo: “Oh really?”

Piper: “Yes!”

(The portal opens for magic school.)

Leo: “This is the first day of magic school being open since regaining it from evil,” “I don’t want to be late.”

(Leo and Piper give each other a distinctive stare.)

(Leo sprints towards the portal.)

Piper: “We are not done mister!”

(Chris and Melinda makes their way downstairs.)

Chris: “Mom, when do I get to move out of the room with Wyatt,” “He really pushing my buttons.”

Piper: “The last of the renovations should be finished whenever you get home.”

[Scene: 8:10 am – Phoebe at The Bay Mirror]

(Phone rings.)

Tyler: “Bay Manor, Tyler Michaels speaking.” “Looking for Phoebe Halliwell, please hold.”

(Tyler transfer the call to Phoebe.)

Phoebe: “Hello, Phoebe speaking.”

(Coop beams in.)

Phoebe: “Yes, I would like to meet you on Monday following my upcoming novel.”

Coop: whispers “Phoebe, you got a doctor appointment that day.”

Phoebe: “Oh shoot, Tyler, can you call them back to reschedule my interview for me please?”

Tyler: “Sure, Ms. Halliwell.”

Phoebe: “I still have to get ready for delivery next month, then plan the blessing…”

(Coop walks over to comfy Phoebe.)

Coop: “Just relax, Phoebe.”

Phoebe: “I will Coop, I will.”

[Scene: 8:56 am – Back at the Manor with Piper]

(The kids are at school and the renovators have arrived and have been working for 56 minutes)

Construction Worker #1: “Ms. Halliwell, we seem to come across a problem.” “We tried to knock down the shelves in the space you are converting into a bedroom…”

Piper: “Well, let me take a look at it.”

(Piper and the other construction worker walked over to the space were shelves.)

(The other construction worker is knocked out.)

Piper: “Omg, what the hell happened?”

Construction Worker: “Jonathan?”

(Piper and The Construction worker aids Jonathan.)

Construction Worker: “Sorry Ms. Halliwell, we can’t finish constru- “

(Piper freezes both construction workers.)

Piper: “If you can’t, I will.”

(Piper, tries to blow the shelves, but it did not work.)

Piper: “This wall is going come down one way or another.”

(With full force, Piper blow the shelves down, revealing a book.)

(She wipes the dust off the cover.)

Piper: “The Book of Damned?”

(Puzzled, Piper placed The Book of Damned in the room over and rushed back into the room with the construction workers.)

(Piper unfreezes the construction workers.)

Construction Worker: “-ction here…, wow, Ms. Halliwell, how did you do that?”

Piper: “Well you know, with a little elbow grease, and this sledgehammer.” “Maybe you guys should do some more lifting.”

Construction Worker: “Well we will finish the rest before the end of today Ms. Halliwell.”

Piper: “Ha-ha, Great!” “I will be around the house if you need me.”

[Scene: 9:33 am – At Paige and Henry’s apartment]

Henry: “Paige, I’m headed to work.” “I love you.”

Paige: “I love you too.”

Henry: “Thank you for breakfast.”

Paige: “You are welcome.”

(Paige climbs back into bed.)

Paige: “The twins are at school, Henry has gone it work, and I can get some more shut-eye.”

(Paige’s phone starts to ring.)

Paige: using telekinesis orbing “Silence!”

*” Paige” *

(Piper Calling Paige.)

*” Paige Matthews, get your butt here pronto!” *

Paige: “Fine!”

(Paige Orbs to the Manor.)

Paige: “Hey honey, how may I help you?”

(Piper and Paige examines The Book of Damned.)

(They flip through the book.)

Piper: “To remove someone from time and space?”

Paige: “To vanquished someone’s sprit?”

Piper and Paige: “To revert a being’s powers?”

(Piper hands the book to Paige.)

Piper: “Here you take it.” “Take it home with you”

(Paige looks at Piper puzzled.)

Paige: “Umm, no, thank you.”

Piper: “Wyatt has been kind of rebellious with his magic, so I do not need him getting any ideas.”

Paige: “Honey, yea-no, neither one of us knows what mojo comes along with that book, so peace out!”

(Paige orbs out)

Piper: “Uh, FINE!”

[Scene: 11:45 am – At the doctors with Phoebe and Coop]

Doctor: “Mr. and Ms. Halliwell, you are 38 weeks.” “You can pop any day now.”

Phoebe: “Any day!?” “I thought I had another month or at least a few more weeks.”

Coop: “Relax Phoebe, everything is prepared back at the condo.”

Phoebe: sighs “You are right.” “Thank you, Dr. Vera.” “Coop let’s go.”

Coop: Phoebe, are you ok?”

Phoebe: “Yes I’m fine, I just got to get to condo and summon Grams and let her know”

[Scene: 12:45 pm – Wyatt during lunch period at Frank Lanterman School]

(Wyatt is trying to look for somewhere to sit.)

(Being a freshman and transferring schools, he does not know anyone.)

(Jesse wraps his arms around Wyatt)

Jesse: “Aye yo Wyatt, come sit over here with us

(Jesse Housley, senior, is the caption of the Lacrosse team)

Wyatt: “Umm sure, I guess.”

(Jesse snatches Wyatt’s lunch tray and dumps it on him)

Jesse: “Ha, you really think I like you like that preppy, now get lost!”

(Wyatt storms off into the bathroom.)

Wyatt: “I hate it here!” “I’m sick of school!” “I’m sick of life!” “I’m sick of people!” “Ahh!!”

(The bathroom stalls start to rumble.)

Rafael: “Wyatt?” “Are you ok?”

Wyatt: “What do you want?”

Rafael: “I’m just checking up on you; that’s all.” “I have a change of clothes for you.”

(Rafael walks into the bathroom and hands Wyatt the set of clothes.)

Wyatt: “Thank you…?”

Rafael: “Rafael, Rafael Vázquez”

Wyatt: “Wyatt,” tucks hair behind his ear “Wyatt Halliwell.” “Thank you for the clothes, Rafael. “I got some business take care of.”

(Wyatt dashes out of the bathroom straight back to the lunchroom.)

(He approaches the table where Jesse and his teammates are sitting.)

Wyatt: “Hey, Jesse.”

Jesse: “Back again for more preppy?”

Wyatt: “No, but you are- “

(With his hands behind his back, Wyatt orbs a lunch tray into his hand and thumps it on Jesse’s head.)

Jesse: “Ahh! I’m going to get you for this preppy!”

(Jesse grabs the nearest lunch tray and throws it at Wyatt but misses, hitting another student.)

Female Student: “Bitch!”

(The student throws her try back at Jesse but misses him, hitting a different student.)

Another student: “FOOD FIGHT!”

(Food goes flying everywhere.)

(Wyatt crawls under a table, laughing.)

(As Wyatt continues crawling, he bumps into the Vice Principal.)

The Vice Principal: “Halliwell, what are you d- “

(A lump of mashed potatoes come flying, hitting the Vice Principal right in the face.)

The Vice Principal: spits out the mashed potatoes “oing on the floor?”

[Scene: 2:45 pm – The Manor with Piper]

(The Construction Workers are finished plastering and painting the walls and moving the furniture, giving Wyatt and Chris their own room.)

(Piper and Wyatt walks in from her picking him up from school.)

Piper: “Suspended for 2 days for starting a food fight?!” “Wyatt, what has gotten into you?

Wyatt: “Why are you concerned all of a sudden?”

Piper: “Did you use magic?”

Wyatt: “Yea, why?”

Piper: “Mister, I cannot deal with you now.” “Go up to your room, and I will be telling your father as soon as he comes back from magic school.”

Wyatt: “Whatever!”

(Wyatt orbs up to his room and slams the door.)

Piper: “If I put my hands on him... ooO!”

[Scene: 5:30 pm – Split screen between Phoebe and Paige’s places while they are on the phone with each other]

(Paige is standing over the stove and cooking dinner while Henry Jr and Hayley, Paige and Henry Sr.’s twins, are finishing up homework.)

(Phoebe is stretched out with Coop giving her a food massage.)

Phoebe: “The Book of Damned?” “Never heard of it.”

Paige: “Me either.” “I even asked them up there, and they never heard of it either.”

Henry Jr.: “Mom, what’s for dinner?”

Paige: “Honey, we are having Spaghetti with Garlic bread.”

Phoebe: “So where is the book now?”

Paige: “I left it with Piper.” “I got a bad mojo from it.”

Phoebe: “Maybe I can get a Premonition off of it.”

(Phoebe scenes Paige’s emotions over the phone)

Phoebe: “Oh honey, I can feel your worry about that book.” “Don’t let it get to you.”

Paige: “Stop it!”

Phoebe: “What?” “I can’t help that my powers are expanding.”

(They both share a laugh.)

[Scene: 6:30 pm – Back at the Manor with Piper, Leo, and the kids]

Piper: “Leo, I’m headed to P3.” “Can you please keep the kids out of the attic.” “There is a book that the construction workers and I found.” “I don’t need Wyatt to get a hold of it.” “Also, talk to your son before I backhand him, please.”

Leo: “Sure honey.”

Piper: “Love you.” kisses Leo

Leo: “Love you too.”

(Piper heads out the Manor door.)

[Scene: 7:00 pm – Still at the Manor Leo and the kids in the Conservatory]

(Leo is helping the kid with their homework while catching up with them about their day.)

Leo: “So Wyatt, how was school today?”

Wyatt: “Wel – “

Chris: “Well, I signed up to try out for the soccer team – “

Wyatt: “CHRIS, NOBODY IS TALKING TO YOU!” SO SHUT IT!”

Leo: “Hey Wyatt, that is not how you talk to your brother.”

(Wyatt looks at Leo and blinks, orbing him out the Manor to an ally near P3.)

(Chris pins Wyatt to the wall using Telekinesis)

Chris: “Where did you orb dad!?”

Wyatt: “I’m not telling you!”

Chris: “WHERE IS HE!”

Melinda: “Guys, st – “

Chris and Wyatt: “STAY OUT OF THIS MELINDA!”

(Melinda stayed quiet, worried about where is their dad).

[Scene: 7:37 pm – In the back ally of P3 with Leo was orbed]

(Leo rushes into P3, looking for Piper.)

Leo: “Excuse me.” “Pardon me” “Excuse me.” “Piper, Piper.”

Piper: “Leo, what are you doing here?”

Leo: “The kids started bickering then they stared using magic.”

Piper: “On hell no.” “Steve, watch the club.” “I got a family emergency.

(Piper and Leo rush to the car.)

(Mid-way back Piper calls Phoebe and Paige to meet them at the Manor.)

[Scene: Cuts back to the manor]

Wyatt: *Telekinetic Orbing * “LAMP!”

Chris: Telekinetic Orbing “SHADDER!”

(Wyatt pins to Chris to the wall.)

Chris: “Are you mad because I didn’t like sharing a room with you?” “Or because mom and dad favor me more?”

Wyatt: “Shut up!”

Chris: “Or that you are gay?”

Wyatt: “Shut up!” “Shut up!” Shut up!”

(Wyatt chokes Chris using Telekinesis.)

(Chris eyes roll to the back of his head, and then he collapses.)

Wyatt: “Shit, Shit, Shit!” ‘I think I killed him!”

(Panicking, Wyatt orbs Chris and Melinda to the attic.)

(He grabs the first book, which happens to be The Book of Damned)

(He flips through the book.)

Wyatt: “The resurrect thou dead, perfect.”

“From the angles in the sky,”

“To the demons from below,”

“Resurrect thou from thou dead.”

(The Manor rumbles and lights flashes.)

(As Piper and Leo walk into the attic while Paige orbs in with Phoebe.)

(Paige rushes over to Chris and checks his pulse.)

Paige: “He’s alive.”

(Paige heals Chris.)

Piper: “Wyatt Matthew Halliwell, what in the hell have you done this time?”

Wyatt: “I – I thought I had killed Chris.” “So, I used magic to bring him back alive.”

Chris: “I wasn’t dead dummy.”

(Piper walks over to aid Chris.)

Piper: “Honey, are you ok?”

Chris: “Yea, ask the curly-haired gay son over there.”

(Everyone zooms into Wyatt in shock.)

Piper: “So, this is how all of this started?”

Melinda: “Well, I figured out Wyatt was gay because I used my powers.” “After I found out, I shared it with Chris, which lead him to do some snooping and he found gay romance novels.”

Piper: “Thank you Melinda.” “Leo, I think it’s time for Melinda to go to bed.”

(Leo escorts Melinda to bath, then to bed.)

[Scene: 8:10 pm – In the living room of the Manor]

(Piper, Paige, Phoebe, and Leo are all to processing all that has happened.)

(The kids are all in their rooms.)

Piper: “I need a drink.”

Paige: “Oh honey just take deep breaths.”

(*Phoebe senses Piper’s emotions *)

Phoebe: “Piper I know you’re angry and confused about Wyatt.” “All I can say is be there for him.” “When I sensed his emotions a few weeks back, he waas hurt, afraid of what you would say.” “What both of his parents would say.”

Piper:

Leo: “Paige, you knew too?”

Paige: “Duhh, my gaydar went off long ago.”

Piper: “What are we going to do with Wyatt usi – “

(Creeps sounds from the stairs.)

(Piper, Paige, Phoebe, and Leo turns around to see Prue.)

Phoebe: “Ok, I know I’ve been seeing stuff, but do you all see what I see?”

Piper, Paige, and Phoebe: “Prue?”

Prue: “Yea, I’m Prue” “Who the hell are you?”

Piper: “We are your sisters.”

Prue: “Sisters?” “I don’t have any sisters.”

(Prue was standing there, covered in dust with the same outfit she died in.)

(Prue uses her Telekinesis to cause a Telekinetic Combustion, barely missing Phoebe, hitting the chandelier.)

Paige: “Home!” remote orbing on Phoebe

Piper: “What the hell wrong with you, Prue!?”

(Piper tries to freeze Prue.)

Prue: “Nice party trick.”

(With an evil smirk on her face, Prue astral teleports out the Manor.)

[Scene: 9:45 pm]

(Piper asks Wyatt and Chris to Orb Leo and Melinda to Magic school for safety.)

(Paige orbs herself and Piper to Phoebe’s Condo.)

Paige: “I told you that you that book was no good, Piper.”

Piper: “Yea, you did, don’t rub it in.”

Phoebe: “Did you bring the book?”

Piper: “Yes, why?”

Phoebe: “I’m trying to get a Premonition off of it.”

(Piper and Paige hold onto Phoebe’s shoulders.)

(*in the premonition * Prue in the underworld, sitting on a throne with the source and two other people.)

(flashes time setting changes to Salem Witch times - a fair skinned African woman, possibly a teenager, seen with The Book of Damned.)

(flashes time changes, still in Salem Witch times – Same women, slighter older appearance, is with Melinda Halliwell and The Book of Damned, once again.)

(flashes she turns around and faces the sisters, “GET OUT, NOW!”)

(premonition ends).

Piper: “Well we know where Prue is headed, but why?”

Paige: “Yea, but who the hell was that curly- haired woman?”

Phoebe: “And why was she with Melinda Warren?”

Paige: “Let’s meet the others at Magic School.”

(Paige orbs out with Piper and Phoebe.)

[Scene: Prue in the underworld]

(Prue astral teleports into the underworld.)

Demon: “Ma’am who the hell are you?

(Prue stares at the demon, causing him to explode and to be vanquished.)

Prue: “I’m the new owner of this hellhole.”

THE END

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Pidge wants to stop, utterly exhausted. Each step across the heavy, new-fallen (and still falling) snow is more difficult than the next. 

The hem of her dress is soaked, adding weight that she must carry. Though objectively pretty, this dress does little in the way of keeping her warm for such a journey. The air is frigid, wind howling this far up the mountain. Each breath she takes is like a knife to her lungs. One step - she manages to lift her foot over into the next step. Two steps - she can only summon up the energy to drag her bare feet through the snow. 

Push.

She gasps sharply, a fresh wave of cold surging through her when she lands face first into the snow. It’s so… so cold. Pidge doesn’t want to move, maybe she can stay here until she can cast a fire spell to warm her and oh quiznak no, Pidge what are you thinking? You’ll die!

Being cut off from her magic is more numbing than the cold. Never in her memory has she ever been without its comforting, green spark. The inhibitor cuffs around her wrists are like an impenetrable wall around the fountain of her powers.

The hands that pushed her do not help her up. 

“This is close enough,” the gruffer of the two men says. “The dragon will find her or she’ll die from the elements.”

The dragon! She’s so numb she’d forgotten there was a dragon up here! It’s not like she’d ever paid it much mind. Allura asked that no one ever came up here and Pidge had always figured a dragon living here was good enough reason not to come - cold notwithstanding!

“Good,” says the Prime Minister. The only joy Pidge takes in this is hearing him chatter his teeth, a far cry from his typically prim and proper speech. That’s what he gets for seeing to her demise himself. “I have had enough of this forsaken place. Leave Lady Holt here and let us return so that I can advise Queen Allura to war without interference.”

Anger burns in her long enough to lift her head and move her lips. “Y-you qu-quiznaker…”

A mocking ‘tch’ escapes the Prime Minister’s lips as he kneels down beside her. “That kind of language is quite unbefitting a noble lady. Have a little bit of grace in death, will you? For once in your life.”

Pidge can only shiver in response.

“Farewell. I’ll be sure to give a grand eulogy in your honor and commemorate your service to the crown.”

Pidge growls. “You leave Allura alone, you sna--”

She’s interrupted by a mouthful of snow.

The wind howls and if anything more is said, Pidge doesn't hear it. 

Snow still falls heavy as Pidge forces herself up. It's easier somehow, now that she can’t feel anything, though her body still protests. If she doesn’t find shelter, she will die here. Her family will have no idea what became of her and Allura will hear only the Prime Minister’s lies. The country’s welfare depends on her surviving this!

Thunder booms as Pidge looks around. There is nothing but white around her, she can hardly see the front of her face. 

Lightning strikes among the clouds and if Pidge had the energy to scream, she would have. 

As if a ghost, the large outline of what could only be a dragon looms over her, bright blue eyes focused in on her - the only detail she can make out.

The snow underneath her moves and so does she. Wet and stickiness around her body turns to the feeling of hard scales. 

Well, at least she’s warmer now.

~

Pidge wakes to the sound of a cracking fire. The blankets wrapped around her are warm, the mattress and pillows she lies on are soft and silky. She can feel her body again - every ache and pain from the long march up the mountain. But the bed is so comfortable she doesn’t want to move at all. She soaks in the calming presence of her magic spark that now flows freely through her body.

But… why is she warm? 

Why is she still alive?

Pidge compromises and opens her eyes. Before her is a large fireplace, though it's surrounded by uneven stone. Stroking the coals is the dragon, scales a soft blue, perfect for camouflage amongst the snow. His claw burns red from the heat, but it does not seem to bother him. Rather, he notices that she is awake.

She isn’t scared. Seeing him care for the fire - such a mundane and human action - sets her strangely at ease. Her magic bubbles with warmth, not at all worried over him. 

If not so tired, Pidge might have laughed at the way such a rumored fearsome beast scurried over to her. 

“You made it!” he says much more gleefully than Pidge ever expected a dragon to be. Behind his body, she can see his tail practically wagging. “I was hoping the herbs did the trick. How are you feeling?”

Pidge groans. She is not ready to be this upbeat. “Tired,” she says truthfully. “You saved me. Why?”

The dragon looks incredulous that she would even ask that, tiny finned ears perking up. “Because it's the right thing to do?” he asks - she hopes rhetorically - in a higher pitched tone. “What were you even doing up here and in that dress of all things? That is not appropriate for this climate!”

Her instinct it to retort sarcastically back at him, but she’s still so exhausted, and perhaps it would be in bad taste to be angry at her savior. 

Instead, she works to sit up, first propping up on her elbows. “I was meant to die,” she says with a deep sigh. “Prime Minister Keircen doesn’t want me around.”

The dragon slumps backward. “Oh.”

“‘Oh’ is right.” With great effort she manages to sit up… though she gathers the blankets to cuddle. “I need to get back. He’s going to tell Allura that Daibazaal is ready to attack at any moment, which isn’t true. There will be a war and both countries will be ruined.”

The dragon, for his part, looks terribly sympathetic to a matter that doesn’t concern him. “Maybe, but it takes a long time to get down from the mountain and you are in no shape to make it on your own, let alone on my back.”

Though tired, Pidge’s mind is sharp enough she catches his offer. “You’d be willing to bring me home? Don’t dragons kidnap maidens and eat humans?”

He bristles. “Perhaps the more unsavory ones. That’s beneath me.” Narrowing his eyes, he extends his long neck and sticks his snout as close as he can without touching her. “You’re a part of Allura’s court - has she not even mentioned me? Good ol’ Lancey Lance?”

Pidge feels her eyebrows rise, fascination and confusion melding together. “No… how do you know Allura… Lancey Lance?”

The dragons snorts, a puff of smoke coming from his nostrils as he pulls away. “It’s just Lance. I’ve known Allura since she was tiny. Someone tried to drop her at my doorstep like they did you. I brought her back and burned the castle.” He preens. “She knighted me for it.”

Pidge’s jaw drops, she hadn’t even been involved in court life but she remembered that fire and how everyone praised their young queen for coming back from the ashes.  “Allura was ten when that happened. That was your fault?”

Lance grins, his sharp teeth gleaming. “Magnificent, wasn’t it? Keith couldn’t make half as awesome a blaze if he tried.”

Suddenly, Allura’s insistence that everyone stay away from the mountain made much more sense. It wasn’t out of fear of her past, it was so everyone would leave Lance alone. 

Pidge gapes, much to Lance’s presumed pleasure. Kind he may be, but he was just as vain as any dragon she’d seen. 

“I need to get back now,” she says after several moments. “I need to tell Allura--”

“Nah uh uh,” Lance says, wagging his claw. With more gentleness than she ever expected from such a large creature, he pushes her to lie back down on the bed. “You are still recovering. This guy sounds nasty, you won’t be any use if you’re not prepared to fight once you get home. You like garlic knots? I got some baking in the bread oven.”

Pidge’s rumbling stomach answers for her and Lance trots off.

It finally allows her a chance to look around. The room is a strange blend of human conveniences and a distinctly dragon feel. She lies in a human sized bed fit for a king and the fireplace roars across the way. Between are drippings of gold and silver treasures of all kinds. 

Lance has been nothing but benevolent so far, so Pidge has no reason not to trust his word that he will bring her home. Though… dragons are dragons. She can’t help but wonder if there might be a price for his kindness. 

In the meantime, she'll have to take his hospitality. 

At least, she feels safe enough to sleep some more.

#plance #whumptober2019 #no.29 #numb #voltron legendary defender #vld pidge #vld lance #dragon lance #rueitae #left out in cold #pre relationship #first meeting

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Title: (Honey you Should) See Me in a Crown 3/?

So it’s late here, I’m hot and sleepy but here! Have chapter three of this train wreck! This is... well, not a lighter chapter really, but it a bit of a breather from the heavy torture to see what else is going on in the world and get a bit of plot. And then more pain. 

Also there is no unsympathetic characters in this story, but the fake Anxiety is a mean boi who has a lot of mean thoughts about the characters so be aware of that. 

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Summary: A fake Virgil has been sent into the mindscape. How will he fare? 

Word Count: 4.8k

Characters: Fake!Anxiety, Patton Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Roman Sanders

Trigger Warnings: Possession/Corrupted Side, Evil!Roman, blood, illness, confusion, lots and lots of negative thinking. If I missed any let me know and I will edit.

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So this was the area where the main sides lived. Anxiety wasn’t impressed by it, hunching deeper into his purple and black hoodie, suspicious eyes darting around as he stepped out from the Imagination and into a hallway that was at once familiar and completely new to him. He wasn’t really very fond of this hoodie either. What had been the problem with the old one? It was all black, it was comfortable and he didn’t have to stand out while wearing it. All and all, it had been a perfect hoodie. Perhaps he could wear it in the comfort of his own room - the memories he had taken told him that the other main sides didn’t come in unannounced and that the ‘others’ didn’t come in at all. Which was almost a shame, Anxiety had all sorts of ideas as to how to distract them from the Boss and what sort of fun he could get up to now he was off the leash. Ideas that would be so much better if he could somehow rope in Deceit and the others.

Perhaps once he was back in the safety of the room that was now his, along with the hoodie, he could plot how to approach them without giving the Boss’ game away. It wouldn’t do to upset the new Creativity, Anxiety giving a little shiver of fear at the thought of making this version of Roman angry. He had to toe the line, follow orders. 

Which wouldn’t be so hard when the main order was to distract the two idiots left running the place so that they didn’t notice until it was too late. Anxiety could do that, his gaze still shifting around, on alert for any threat as he headed down the stairs. 

It was all so... bright. There were no shadows, no place to hide, to watch events from a distance. He was supposed to protect by his fearsome reputation but how could he possibly do that when everything was so disgustingly... soft? These idiots had no idea what sort of monsters lurked in the darker corners of Thomas’ mind. They saw Anxiety, Deceit and thought they knew the worst of what there was on offer? The fools were going to get themselves overrun and corrupted, as surely as Creativity had been and Anxiety wouldn’t do a thing to stop it. He would rather enjoy seeing them be broken and changed for the worse. 

Just think what Thomas could get up to, when he wasn’t shackled by such petty ideas of good and evil. 

His name would be in lights, that was for sure. Just perhaps not the sort of lights that they had originally hoped for him. It was perhaps not the best thought for an Anxiety to have, but as much as Anxiety had claimed that title for himself, he knew he wasn’t an exact duplicate of the Anxiety that had come before and was now enjoying his Boss’ own brand of hospitality. There was some of Creativity in him too, some Intrusive Thoughts, some darkness that let him enjoy the thought of a dark Thomas in turn and being feared, respected. Having them cower in front of him. That promised to be more than entertaining. 

What could the memories of the old Anxiety do against the rush of power that was that? 

“Virgil, there you are, did you find Roman? Is he okay?” Morality came out of the kitchen, drying his hands on a towel as he spoke, a so painfully obvious fake expression of concern on his face. As if Morality cared about Anxiety or even Creativity. Anxiety tried not to let any of his discomfort show at the use of that name. It didn’t feel right, not when he was different to the Virgil they knew. But he had to play the part and that meant trying to embrace the name as best he could. At least until things changed and he could find a name of his own. Or the Boss killed him. Whichever way it went and he was loyal to Roman, he would follow him anywhere. Even to his death. It was one of the few things that the two of them agreed on, their loyalty towards the other side, even if it manifested itself in different ways. 

“Yeah, he needed a little help but we managed to solve the problem,” Anxiety replied, the not quite a lie rolling off his tongue with ease. He couldn’t do an outright lie on the off chance that it summoned Deceit but a different type would hopefully slip by without being noticed. He pulled his phone out of his hoodie pocket, doing his best to appear casual about the whole conversation. 

“I think he’s almost... embarrassed honestly. Princey needed some help. He said he was gonna go fight the Dragon Witch or something. Just a way to boost his ego I guess, give him a while and he will come swanning back with some grand tale we all have to listen to and pretend to be impressed by.” 

The trick would be not to press too hard, not to make it seem like he was trying to convince them not to go looking for Roman. Anxiety had other ways to stop them if it came to that, but he was, by nature, lazy and he didn’t really want to have to go to those lengths straight away. The aim was to distract them, not to go to war with them. 

Not to mention, they would be far more suspicious of his intentions if he was that obvious. Logic especially, despite his name, was the sort to want to do something because one of the others tried to stop him. Some Logic he was. The Boss would make him better. The Boss would make all of them better, just as soon as he was done playing with the original him and getting whatever he wanted from him. Anxiety had no idea what that was, but then it wasn’t his job to know that. 

“Oh come on Virgil, his tales are very entertaining,” Morality protested, Anxiety successfully managing to hide the smile he wanted to give and just as he had hoped, the moral side had latched onto his slight dig and so been distracted from the fact that Creativity was still within the Imagination. 

“Yeah, I guess,” Anxiety mumbled, and he didn’t want to push it too far. From what he knew of Virgil’s memories, he rarely disagreed with Morality and he had to play by those rules for as long as possible. The wimp, always agreeing with the other side, always going along with whatever plan he had because it was better than showing his own views. It was pathetic, how scared he was all the time. Convinced that if he dared to show any original thinking, then they wouldn’t be friends with him anymore. 

 “I just wish he could... be more open you know?” Anxiety finished, pushing aside those thoughts for now. 

“I get it kiddo... come on! Wanna help your old man make some dessert after dinner? If Roman’s busy it’ll just be the three of us but we can still cook up a storm, whatcha say?”

That... sounded like hell. He didn’t want to have to spend any more time with Morality than he had to but Virgil was apparently a masochistic moron who enjoyed the company of this blind but sunny idiot. Morality might be upset, or worse, suspect something if he said no and Anxiety couldn’t risk that.

“Sure,” Anxiety agreed with a tight smile, following Morality back into the kitchen. He could do this. It couldn’t last forever and as soon as possible he would make some excuse and get out. That, at least, was the sort of thing that Virgil would do. There was only so much socialising either of them could do. Anxiety was rather looking forward to getting his hands on his new bedroom. There was a lot of stuff he would no doubt have to throw away, but at least there he could express himself properly. 

The Boss could end this at any moment and while Anxiety was determined to do his job to the best of his ability, he was equally determined to have as much fun as he could. For as long as he could. Who knew what could happen tomorrow. All he had to do was think of an excuse to get out of this ridiculous ‘family bonding’ that Virgil willingly subjected himself to. 

He watched as Morality bounced around the kitchen, pulling out various pots and pans, collecting what seemed like a ridiculous amount of things in order to make what looked like some kind of pasta and garlic bread dish. Who knew you needed that many vegetables and green leaves in order to make a sauce? Why didn’t he just click a jar into existence like any normal side? 

Why did he have to make something complicated? What was wrong with a power bar or some takeaway if they wanted to be more elaborate. It was less work and Anxiety felt as though he had already done more than enough of that already today. Well. Convincing Morality had taken less work than he expected. One of the perks of looking like his precious ‘dark strange son’ he supposed, but it had been enough for him. 

Anxiety opened his mouth, his mind working away, a dozen possible excuses coming to the forefront as he tried to decide which one he was going to use to get away from this room. He never got as far as actually speaking. 

A sudden stabbing pain shot through his body. Anxiety gritted his teeth against the sudden agony, turning his head away from Patton and towards the wall as though that could mask his expression. Without conscious thought, his fingers twitched towards his thigh as he tried not to make his discomfort too obvious. 

What on earth was the Boss doing to the original? 

Not that he particularly cared one way or another. Not until it became so violent that it actually spread across the blood bond and affected him too which seemed to be exactly what was happening now. It had to be bad, really bad. Maybe there would only be one Anxiety sooner than he expected and that was almost enough to make him smile through the pain. Almost, but not quite. Anxiety certainly didn’t smile. It would ruin his whole look and unlike Virgil, he had no intention of softening his edges just to be accepted. He was here to spy on the others - and to keep Thomas safe - not play happy families with them. 

There was another stabbing pain in his thigh, Anxiety unable to stop his whole leg from twitching in pain, a soft little curse slipping out from under his breath. 

“Language!” Morality sang out from the other side of the kitchen and just how good was his hearing? Anxiety had been attempting to be quiet and yet he had heard it? That was just annoying. Yet another thing to add to his list of what annoyed him about the light sides and he was going to fill a whole mental notebook at this rate. Maybe he should actually conjure up a book once he was back in his new room. Something to keep himself sane with, he could write down all the disgusting, fake things they had done during the day.

Maybe, he could even show the Boss. It would be a good way to record down information he needed, as well as working out his issues with the idiots. Not to mention, it would be just pain, good, spiteful, fun. 

The bubbly side moved up to him, his head cocked to the side like a rather stupid dog. That was a pretty adept description now he thought about it - all wagging tail and soft dumb eyes with nothing going on behind them. Anxiety repressed another curse and he had wanted to get away from him, not have Morality come closer. 

“Virgil? You okay there kiddo?” Morality asked, his face still that mask of syrupy concern, acting the worried parent. It was a good act, he had to admit. Not good in that he was enjoying it in any way, but good in that he seemed able to keep it up permanently. 

It was sickening. How could the old him stomach all this? All the sticky sweetness, the fake honey that made him feel so dirty, and then worst of all the lies? Morality was just stringing them all along for the sake of his own superiority. He liked having the three of them dancing to his tune, following his outdated and boring ideas of what was right and wrong. 

There was no way he could be sincere in caring for Virgil. Who could have possibly cared for that screw up? 

No, it was all just to keep Virgil under control. All the better to make sure he didn’t get in the way of what Morality wanted. Just like the Boss was doing, but at least he was honest about it. He had said from the first second of Anxiety’s existence that his whole purpose was to make him ‘sing’, to break him and have him dance to his whims instead of Morality’s song. Anxiety much preferred the honestly of his Boss. 

“I’m fine,” Anxiety muttered, staring down at the floor and hoping that the lie would be believable enough. Or if not, then Morality would accept that he wanted to be left alone. Not everything had to be talked about and explored in any great detail. As though they really needed to talk about feelings, ugh. 

“You don’t look fine. It’s okay Virge, you’re allowed to be feeling rough. You’re allowed to admit if you’re under the weather,” Morality lectured, lifting a hand to press it against his forehead. It took everything in Anxiety not to slap the touch away, to growl and snarl as he wanted and how dare he think he could touch without permission. How dare he put himself into Anxiety’s personal space as though he has any right to be there. 

The nausea that rose in his stomach for a moment was only partly due to the pain still throbbing in his leg. It felt like a fire, radiating out from one single spot on his leg. 

Although. This could be just the chance he had been waiting for. The way out of having to help make a meal. He would have to be careful. Play the sick card too strongly and he ran the risk of Morality transforming into a mother hen and insisting on nursing him, which would be so much more worse than a meal with them. He sighed, making an attempt to look reluctant, almost embarrassed. 

“Okay, maybe not fine. I think I just pulled a muscle or something? Seriously... Pat, I’m good.” 

He shrugged his shoulders, adopting that casual slouch that was as much a part of Anxiety’s persona as his outfit. It felt comfortable, slipping into the role for real. He wasn’t the warm, nurturing type. It felt much better to be the edgy emo. Why would Virgil ever try and be something he wasn’t? 

Anxiety started to limp towards the fridge. It was only half acting, his leg still throbbing from the phantom pain that was spreading out from a spot in his thigh. It ran along his veins, something hot and unpleasant. Anxiety had to keep reminding himself that he wasn’t actually bleeding. If he touched his leg, his hand wouldn’t come away sticky and wet. 

It was infuriating that Virgil wasn’t even here and he was still ruining  his day. Anxiety was going to have to get Virgil back for that. It didn’t matter that Virgil had no idea they were connected in this way, or that he wouldn’t have done it on purpose. It didn’t even matter that the Boss had been the one to actually injure Virgil - as far as Anxiety was concerned it was still his fault. He reached the freezer, hand curling around the handle. Without looking back at Morality, he spoke, pulling it open as he did. 

“I’m going to get some ice and lie down for a bit okay? I’ll get myself some food later.”

By the time Anxiety turned around, ice pack clutched in his hands, it was to find Morality visibility deflated, a disappointed and resigned look in those brown eyes. No doubt disappointed that he would only have Logic for company that evening. It was hard for Morality to manipulate Logic - oh, he could still do it, of that Anxiety was sure, but he tended to need the others to sweep the logical side along in the direction that he wanted. So much the better. The two of them probably wouldn’t get any silly ideas like going to look for Creativity tonight.

Morality nodded slowly, taking a step to the side which finally opened up Anxiety’s escape route. He was so close to getting out of this. 

“You’re right of course Virgil. You go rest it. I’ll bring some food on a tray up for you kiddo, so you don’t have to walk too far. I’ll leave it outside your door, just make sure you do some easy stretches.” 

That was. Surprisingly nice of Morality. Not the niceness itself - he expected that. What was strange was that Anxiety couldn’t see the point to it. If he left the tray outside without trying to talk to him, then he couldn’t try and guilt him into joining them for some family bonding. 

Was it to make him feel guilty? Obligated? Ah. Yes, that had to be it. Do something nice and pretend you didn’t want something in return. And then, down the line, after Anxiety had made the mistake of accepting the gift, then the trap would be sprung. Easy, Anxiety just wouldn’t touch it. Except then he might knock and there would be more interactions. Okay. He would take it inside but not eat it and then with Morality tried to use it against him, he would be ready. 

He grunted instead of answering properly and limped out of the room and started to climb the stairs. It was time to do some redecorating in his new room. 

--

The world was a confusing mix of pain and the complete absence of sensation. Was he ill? Virgil had been ill once or twice before but it had never felt quite as bad as this before. He remembered having the flu, long after he had properly moved upstairs into the main side area but at the same time long before he had been accepted by them. He remembered lying in his bed, shaking and shivering. The world had shifted from hot to cold back to melting again in the blink of an eye. Just like now in fact. 

Did he have the flu again? 

Virgil felt so weak, so terribly weak. When he could focus enough to think at all, those were the thoughts that consumed him. How ill he felt, how he could feel the cold sweat across his body. Sometimes, he was aware of other things too. Such as the brush of a wet flannel across his forehead, a cooling relief to the fire that was raging under his skin, albeit only for a moment. As soon as the flannel had passed, that coolness shifted to new cold sweat, a shiver wracking his frame. Could you be both on fire and freezing at the same time? It certainly felt like it and that meant there was no real escape from the torment. 

Over the sound of his own laboured breathing, he could occasionally hear a soft voice promising that things would be alright. Virgil always wanted to answer that voice, but his throat was so dry. Even swallowing was painful, talking felt far beyond him.  Every now and then - but far too rare for his liking - something cold would be lifted to his lips and Virgil would be able to swallow a mouthful of blessed water. It was never enough to soothe the ache in his throat, instead it only seemed to make him that much more aware of how much it hurt. 

He wanted another mouthful. He always wanted another mouthful, Virgil able to make a pitiful sound or two that could have been a request for more. It was the same routine, with Virgil only ever remembering after he made the sound what would happen next. The glass would come close again, would hover against his lips and then pull away without another drop.

Despite knowing it was futile, Virgil couldn’t help but try and follow that glass as it was pulled away from him. Every time, his body refused to work as it should, his head falling back into the pillows with a pained little cry. Every time two sounds would come to his ears. One, the soft clink of a glass set down upon a table somewhere. And two.... And two. Well, it almost sounded like a laugh. But that had to be the flu talking surely. Why would someone help him, only to laugh at him? 

There were rare moments of clarity as well. Moments when he was alone and the fire and ice had shifted to mere hot and cold. Seconds that told him the problem was coming from his leg. The slightest movement would set off the pain, would leave him helpless and broken upon the bed. In those moments, more than ever, it felt as though he was on fire and the source of the flames was his leg. You didn’t get the flu in your leg. You didn’t get any sort of illness in your leg, not like this. But if it wasn't the flu, what was it? 

Virgil tried to snatch at those thoughts, to knit them together into some kind of cohesive thought process. All too soon, however, that moment would pass and he would slip back into semi-awareness, moaning softly from the pain. 

He had no idea how long he existed in the haze. It could have been an hour, an afternoon, an eternity. Time had long since lost all meaning but gradually, he could feel himself start to float upwards, towards a lighter shade of darkness. The murmur of a voice became somewhat more distinctive, so much so that Virgil could almost make out what was being said. He didn’t want to wake up properly. Virgil knew that much. The real world was dangerous. It was sharp where his current world was all soft edges and pain yes. But even the pain had an element of softness to it, a detachment to it because he could slip further back into the dream world at any time. 

He wasn’t ready to wake up.

Something pressed down on his leg. 

The world exploded, Virgil arching upwards in an agonised scream, the sound torn from his vocal cords as he thrashed in the bed. Where the energy was coming from, Virgil didn’t know. He didn’t know a lot of anything right now, except the pressure was still wrapped around his leg. That almost but surely not, laughter sounded again. 

“It’s okay little bird, its okay. Hush sweetheart.” 

Virgil know that voice. He could recognise the sweetness, the melody to it. Roman. Roman was here. Roman had to be the one who was looking after him. Roman had brought him drinks and wiped his brow and was now sitting with him so he wasn’t alone. It both comforted and scared him. Why would it scare him? It was Roman, and Roman was his friend. Was his family and now that Virgil was starting to under the meaning of that word, having Roman here meant so much more to him. 

So why did Roman sound so... so gleeful? 

“Your leg got infected but it's going to be fine. I’m going to take care of you, okay?” Roman again, and infected? His leg? What had happened to his leg? Why couldn’t he remember? At least he finally knew why he was sick, even if he didn’t know the ‘how’. 

The pressure vanished once more, Virgil feeling his whole body go limp as he left out a sharp exhale. The pain was still there of course, sharper than before, a throbbing, piercing agony that kept him from slipping back into the safety of the daze.

“Come on darling. Open your eyes for me. Let me see those beautiful browns,” Roman coaxed. Dimly, Virgil could feel his hand against his face, fingers dancing lightly against his cheek. He wanted him to open his eyes? But that sounded so hard, that sounded like effort. Roman had been looking after him, had taken care of him and the least he could do was try and look up at him like he wanted. 

With a great force of effort, Virgil forced his eyes open. It felt as though he was prising open a really strong set of magnets. Finally, light spilled in, the world blurry and made up of a mass of odd shapes and colours. He would say it didn’t look like his room but it was hard to make out anything in this state. It certainly was lighter than he remembered his room being, but perhaps Roman had simply managed to convince the curtains to remain open. If he had been unconscious, he wouldn’t have been able to keep them closed on purpose.

Virgil blinked but the world remained out of focus. A shadow fell over him, a blend of red and black colours swirling together and it took him longer than he would have liked to realise that he was staring up - probably - at Roman. 

It wasn’t his usual colours. Why was... why was Roman wearing something else? For that matter, why was he in his room at all? It wasn’t safe for them to be in his room and Virgil was sure he would have dragged himself to the one place he felt truly safe the moment he realised he was hurt. 

Like an animal crawling into some dark corner to die. 

Something was wrong. His anxiety was finally kicking in, his mind screaming at him, that something was very wrong. Beyond his leg injury. 

“-ear me? Songbird, come on darling, I need to focus, just for a moment, please?” 

Songbird? What kind of nickname was that? Roman was really slipping in the whole insulting nicknames based on his looks and interests if all he could come up with was a songbird. That was nothing like Virgil. Anyway, what was with all the darling and pet nicknames in general? That wasn’t like Roman at all, and Virgil knew he was missing something important. Something that was hovering just out of reach, an elusive memory that he couldn’t quite latch onto. If only he could remember how he hurt his leg. Somehow, Virgil just knew that was the answer to all his questions. Roman started to talk again. 

“Going to let me take care of you? I’ll make it all better I promise. Just say yes. That’s all I need to hear sweetness. Yes and I’ll get you some water, I will get you fixed even better than before...” Roman sounded so sincere, so persuasive as he made his offer. It sounded wonderful, Virgil was already so sick of being sick. Of being weak and helpless. He wanted to be better, no he needed to be better. Who was going to look after Thomas and the rest if he was ill?

Virgil didn’t understand why Roman was asking instead of just helping, but maybe he was making a real effort with consent and stuff. He was pretty sure that kind of thing didn’t count when you were ill and needed to be looked after. It was... nice, to think that Roman wanted to look after him. Even nicer to think that he cared enough about Virgil and his issues to get permission when it wasn’t really needed at the moment. Roman was the best type of friend. 

Not to mention, water would be amazing right now. 

“Yes...” Virgil mumbled, forcing out the word, his throat protesting painfully against even that. He couldn’t see the smile on Roman’s face but despite that, Virgil couldn’t help but give a little shiver, as though someone had just walked over his grave. He closed his eyes as he felt another cool flannel pass over his forehead, trying to still the nagging doubts that were pressing in on him. 

Letting Roman help him was the right thing to do. 

So why did he feel as though he had just made a terrible mistake? 

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Roleplay Server Log #284

"Karla Releases Sammn, Evil In The Flesh, Ever And The Crafting Table”

-It's the end of the second week, by now Sammn was essentially physical-

[Lie] - Doc...  Do you want me to call Ever?

[Doc] I think that depends on Sammn. How do you feel?

[Sammn] - shrugs groggily - Less sleepy, just sorta out of it, but not. Still can't belive I did all that.

[Lie] - It gave us quite the scare...

[Sammn] - sighs deeply - I am very sorry. I had no idea something was inside me, causing all these issues.

[Sammn] - Wish I knew how or why it's there, might help get rid of it.

[Doc] Lie seems to think her new friend has the answer. So we'll see.

[Lie] - The choice is yours Sammn

[Sammn] Call them, I'm more of a danger like this to everybody. Plus if it's gone, maybe... I'll remember something.

[Lie] Nods and grabs her phone, dialing Ever's number-

[Ever] Picks up the phone and there's cooking sounds in the background- Yellow?

[Lie] - Hey, you guys terribly busy?

[Ever] Well I was making dinner but I can accommodate company. What did you have in mind?

[Lie] - Our friend is awake and fully physical now, she'd like to see if the thing inside of her can be removed

[Ever] Oh. Did you get the... animals?

[Lie] - The spawn eggs I can easily get right now

[Ever] Can we beg some food for them off of you as well? I can go out tomorrow and get everything else, but it's late afternoon here.

[Lie] - Absolutely, do you want the horses right away?  Or the eggs so you can spawn them when you want?

[Ever] You can do that?! Whoops! - There's a plunking noise like a ladle falling into liquid- Dammit! Just... just come over. I can't do this with the phone balanced.

[Lie] - Computer free?

[Ever] Pretty sure. Just go out the opposite door of that room and I'm down the hall on the left-

[Doc] Jumps a little as hir own phone goes off- Uh-huh... yeah.. oh... I'll be.. yes, I'll come right home. Lie...? Deerheart's having a small technical issue. Can you handle this without me?

[Lie] - See you in a few minutes then Ever- She hangs up- Yeah, absolutely Doc

[Doc] Thank you. - Xe goes around and turns off a few things to prep the bunker to leave it alone and empty again. - Do you need anythign before I leave?

[Lie] - Yeah actually, some horse spawn eggs and a few bales of hay

[Doc] Okay? Here- Xe takes the items out of creative and passes them to her.

[Lie] - Thanks- She puts them in her inventory

[Sammn] - stands and watches, rubbing her arms -

[Lie] - You ready to go Sammn?

[Sammn[ - nods -

[Lie] Goes over to the tv and creates an opening, holding her hand out to Sammn-

[Sammn] -swallows nervously and joins her - Let's hope this works.

[Lie] - Bye Doc, we'll see you...  well, we'll see you.  I don't know how long this will take- She guides Sammn through and out the computer on the other side, helping her out

-The black leaved tree almost seems to inhale their aura as they come out of the computer and then settle back into the fragrant soil that's been heaped up around it's trunk.

[Lie] Can smell the food Ever is making- Come on, let's introduce you to Karla and Ever- She follows Ever's directions to the kitchen

[Sammn] - follows, distractedly as she feels like something is lurking behind her -

[Ever] Is bustling. He's made a pot of soup that's thick with onions and beef and he's buttering slices of bread with a garlic paste. - Oh hey, there you are. Who's your friend?

[Lie] - Ever, this is Sammn

[Sammn] - looks around before settling gaze on him - Hello

[Ever] Makes a failed attempt to smooth his pointy blonde hair and the silver ring on the collar he's wearing jingles merrily. - Nice to meet you. I'd shake hands but I've been cutting onions.

[Sammn] Its alright, I'm not the diva myself. - Her black and white hair is a wild mess, her blue dress has seen better days, its still stained with blood. Pale as snow, with odd solid purple eyes, she tries to be friendly and smile at him. -

[Lie] - Is Karla preparing?

[Ever] Notices her eyes and the blood and pauses - Are you.. a creepypasta?

[Sammn] Creepy pasta? No.

[Ever] Oh. - To Lie- Yes and no? I don't know what you want her to make. But we have the materials.

[Lie] - You guys are the experts here

[Ever] Well... lets eat first, and we can talk. Nothing formal. [It's a large kitchen and there are stools around the island in the center]  I'll get Karla. -There's already a stack of bowls and plates and such on the counter-

[Lie] Grabs the bowls and fills them for her and Sammn- You're actually probably pretty hungry Sammn

[Ever] I'll be right back.

[Sammn] - not fully paying attention, but grabs the bowl and stares at it. - Yeah... somewhat. Can I ask what this is?

[Lie] - Soup, it should warm you up

[Sammn] - sniffs cautiously, then tries a sip - Not bad.

[Lie] Sits at the island- Go ahead, sit down

[Sammn] - moves to a stool and sits, but only gets a mouthful or two before stopping to look around and listen -

[Lie] - Sammn?  Everything okay?

[Sammn] - cocks her head to the side, listening - Not sure. I hear something.

[Lie] - What do you hear?

[Sammn] - looks over to the doorway - Whispering.

[Lie] Reaches for Sammn's hand- Do you want any of my flowers?

[Sammn] - her hand is cold and she's shaking - Yes. Quickly... they are getting louder.

[Lie] Spawns her calming flowers all around Sammn, even putting a very short wall of Xophiel's fire around Sammn- It's alright, I'm right here

[Sammn] - wraps arms around her - Yeah, but what else is here. As soon as we got here, I felt something ... following us.

[Lie] - I don't know, Karla does have an interest in the occult...

[Sammn] - tries to keep calm and struggles to eat some more - I really hope this helps. I don't want to think what will happen otherwise.

[Karla] Walks into the kitchen with a creak of boot leather, hir long silver braid thrown over one shoulder. Her scarred face creses slightly- Why it the floor covered with fire and foliage?

[Ever] Runs around her and starts trying the swat the fire out with a wet dishtowel- Oh NO!

[Lie] - Ah!  It's alright, those are my flames!  And my flowers!  They aren't actually hurting anything!

[Sammn] - flinches and drops her spoon, splattering the counter with soup -

[Ever] Oh.... sorry. - reaches down to straighten a flower he accidently stepped on.

[Lie] - It's alright, the flowers would have calmed you eventually

[Sammn] Sorry... sorry... I - is totally distracted watching something move in the shadows behind everyone -

[Ever] Is still a little shaky and grabs some food. Prepping a bowl and some bread for Karla as well.

[Karla] Looks her slowly up and down and her expression softens slightly - you're the one who wants my help, aren't you? I've been where you are.

[Sammn] - blinks and refocuses on Karla - I... I think so, maybe...

[Karla] I wonder if those eyes will clear afterwards... - she sits down smoothly and takes her food.

[Ever] scarfs his happily, occasionally staring at the fire and plants-

[Lie] Finishes her food and strokes one of the closest flowers which eagerly responds to her-

[Sammn] - turns back to her bowl and stares at it, trying to ignore everything around her as best as she can -

[Karla] Eat, you'll need your strength.

[Ever] So... what does it look like?

[Sammn] Limbs, a lot of them. Hooves, claws, hands, tentacles, all black as shadows, but liquid.

[Ever] That's gonna be hard....

[Karla] I cannot sew liquid. It merely needs to be a suitible shape to contain the thing.

[Sammn] - stares at the soup - It has form, a black mass, a blob. They come from it, but only when the mouths whisper.

[Karla] Just a blob? That I can do in one night. - Eats contentedly-

[Sammn] - the soup swirls and glorps, thin strands of black start leaking up - Yeah, sure...

[Ever] Finishes first - I'll go get the materials-

[Karla] Good. - Watches his rear as he goes then turns to Sammn - Dare I ask why your clothes are bloody?

[Sammn] - watches the soup - We died.

[Karla] Then we have something else in comon.

[Lie] - I've died once, do not want to repeat

[Karla] Turns to Lie, and the huge scar beneath her shirt is visible through the neckline as she turns - You seem such a delicate flower. Did you learn from it?

[Lie] - Yeah, let my far more murdery and battle trained husband tend to his seed when there's a murderous NOTCH running around... Oh and being stabbed and deleted really hurts

[Karla] Nods knowingly and dots her lips with a napkin.

[Lie] - I was so panicked I actually forgot to summon my defense

[Karla] I think you've never been in a war. It gives you instincts you never truly forget.

[Sammn] War is hell, neither side wins.

[Lie] - Nope, never had to truly fight until CP dragged me in

[Karla] Rubs her gloved hands together thoughtfully- The most we can hope for as individuals is to escape with our true selves intact...

[Lie] - Well considering how a good chunk of my memories are just gone...

[Karla] That's a pity.

[Lie] - No, it was my choice.  I gave all my happy memories from before I was brought into the game to a god.  It helped make my decision to stay in the game easier

[Sammn] - whispers - Nisi victor est, qui metet animas.

[Lie] - Sammn?  Are you feeling okay?

[Sammn] - blinks and looks up - I think I remembered something, but it doesn't make sense.

[Lie] - Well you were just speaking that other language again...

[Sammn] - The only winner is those who reap the souls...

[Lie] - Well at least you understood what you were saying

[Sammn] Yeah, but why would I know or even say that? That's the part I don't understand.

[Karla] I don't think He considers it a win. It's just his job.

[Ever] Comes back with a clear jar containing a white cotton packet and a ball of foil- I found the spares.

[Lie] Looks at it- Do you need a rose?

[Karla] Turns to her quickly and her eyes narrow- why did you ask me if you already know the method?

[Lie] - I don't, but I recognize that set up.  It's what Dawn made for us when we went to...  Well, resurrect somebody long dead.  She had me make a rose for it

[Sammn] - stares at Ever, the feeling of something lurking is back tenfold, along with the whispering - What is that for?

[Ever] Is a little excited and it's unnerving- It's a heart and a brain.

[Karla] Stands up - shall we get started?

[Lie] - Where do you want us?

[Karla] The study. I need to do a little sewing first.

[Ever] Come on! I'll show you!

[Lie] - Okay- Offers her hand to Sammn

[Sammn] - takes effort to move, but finally manages to grab her hand - Whatever you are going to do, do it soon. The whispering is scared.

[Karla] Darkly - Good.

[Ever] Leads them around the curving hallway into the study. The fireplace isn't lit at the moment and some of the tables have been pushed to the walls. The couch looks as over-stuffed and inviting as ever.

[Lie] Dismisses the fire-

[Karla] Kicks over a bolt of denim, unrolling it on the floor, and slices it with a razor into large lozenge shapes. She adds a few skinny triangles as well and starts aggressively pinning it together.

[Ever] Watches her with love in his eyes.

[Lie] Sits on the couch- Lean on me if you need to Sammn

[Karla] Warms up a huge sewing machine with a loud thrumm and feeds the fabric through it in practiced motions.

[Sammn] - follows numbly and slowly sinks into the couch, unable to tear her eyes from watching Karla -

[Karla] Turns the heavy skin out and motions for Ever. The two of them drag out a trash bag of shredded rubber tire bits and stuff the cloth bag with fistfuls of it.

[Lie] Makes certain to keep in contact with Sammn, trying to keep her calm-

[Karla] Will you be able to provide suitible... restraints... if it gets out of hand Lie?

[Lie] Blushes a little remembering what happened the first time- Yes, I can

[Karla] Then we'll work in here. - she roughly forces the foil and cloth packets inside the bag and closes the last seam. It looks like an evil beanbag chair with tentacles.

[Sammn] - is shivering, radiating cold. Any shadows in the room deepen and a faint sound like wind moving leaves can be heard -

[Karla] Leaves the room and comes back with a box and a knife. She threads a needle and sticks it through the fabric of her shirt to keep it handy. - Sammn? Are you prepared?

[Ever] Leaves briefly as well to get a fruit from the tree and cradles it gently-

[Sammn] - stands - No, but do it... quickly.

[Lie] Watches nervously-

[Karla] Indicates the floor beside the bag- Kneel please-

[Sammn] - stumbles forward a few steps then stops, her head lowered. The temp drops enough frost is starting to form on the floor around her. She speaks, but it's not her voice, but many - Temptress prohibere tua stultitia.

[Lie] Leans forwards a little, ready to summon her vines-

[Karla] Chuckles- that's not going to help you now. - She takes the knife and slashes a hole in the bag with it. Then reverently holds the fruit of the tree aloft and cracks it against the flat of the knife. It breaks like an egg and the whitish sludge inside is full of tiny black seeds. She dribbles the contents into the gash and sews it back up again as quickly as humanly possible with large looping stitches-

-The thing seems to shift in the shadows-

[Lie] Her focus is on Sammn-

[Sammn/?] PROHIBERE! - she snarls, drawing both combat knives and lunging toward Karla -

[Lie] Vines shoot up out of the ground to tangle around Sammn- Shit!  I forgot she had knives!- As soon as the vines make contact, they begin to frost over a little

[Karla] Barely bats an eye. She takes the box and opens it reverently. Inside is a very large dark gray feather that's exhuding a bluish aura. - Do you know who I stole this from, demon?

[Sammn/?] - is screeching loud enough to be painful. The ice spreads across the floor and over Lie's vines, withering them - HOC PUER EST MEUM, ET LOCUTUS EST AD ME!

[Lie] - Looks around a bit frantic- EVER!  THE FIRE! LIGHT IT!

[Ever] Huh? Okay?! - He rushes to the fireplace, squirting lighter fluid on the logs and fumbling with the matches-

[Karla] Does a palmstrike on Sammns forehead with her free hand-

[Lie] Adds more vines to Sammn as some crack and break away-

[Sammn/?] NULLA! NOS NON ERIT CAPTI ITERUM! UNUM LOCUTUS EST NOBIS MORTEM ET SANGUINEM ANIMARUM! - the voices rise to even louder pitch -

[Karla] She brandishes the feather like a weapon and sweeps it across Sammn's brow, gathering up the entites on it's angelic bristles-

[Ever] Gets the fire lit-

[Lie] Focuses on the fire, letting her powers merge with it nicely this time- Let's hope this isn't as stinky as last time- With a burst of energy dark red vines flow from the fire, their heat a contrast to Sammn's cold as they grapple for a hold on her

[Sammn/?] - the voices scream in pain and rage. There is a deeper voice underlying the whole mess - NOS SUNT LEGIO! REGERE NON POTES NOBIS!

[Karla] Grins wickedly as she pulls the feather and the entities away from Sammn- Rette deine Bitten für die Engel. Schmutziges interloper.

[Voice/?] - screams unintelligibly, as the whole room shakes. A black mist forms around Sammn and follows the movement of the feather -

[Karla] Carries the feather across the gap and wipes the mist off the feather against the cloth of the sack before stepping back-

- Like a switch, the voices disappear and the warmth floods back into the space -

[Lie] Quickly removes the vines, ready to catch Sammn if necessary-

[Karla] Puts the feather away and watches the bag as it opens several red eyes and begins to move-

[Voice/?] - the eyes swivel around, all finally focusing on Karla. A single mouth appears below one of the eyes and it speaks in a deep raspy voice - Quid fecisti nobis?

[Ever] It can talk? The others never could....

[Sammn] - crumples, gasping for breath - It... wants to... know, what... what you did to it...

[Karla] Evicted it.

[Lie] Grabs Sammn, guiding her to the couch-

[Voice/?] - Several of the eyes blink, as they open they all look different. Some are different colors, a few clearly not human looking. The thing shudders and wails. - Carcerem nobis!

[Karla] Excuse me? If that's some sort of complaint then you shouldn't have possessed someone in the first place.

[Sammn] - looks up at the thing, scowling - Speak something... other than a dead language. You can, I know it.

[Karla] Puts her hands on her hips expectantly- Yes, let's see what you have to say for yourself.

[Lie] - If it's body weren't made of the materials it's made out of, I would absolutely have one of my pods bite it

[Karla] I don't think that would have any effect either.

[Voice/?] - whines, slowly wiggling a few tentacles - wE wErE pRomIsEd fReEdOm

[Ever] By who?

[Voice/?] tHe oThEr...fOuNd uS...sToLe uS...forced uS...pRoMiSeD uS bLoOd, sOuLs fOr oUr aRmY

[Karla] Well that's unfortunate for you then. So... shall vhe take it out and test zhe wunderwaffe on it?

[Voice/?] - writhes tentacles - pRoMiSeD uS, tHe child sAvEd oUr pRiZe! sAvEd hIm!

[Karla] Ignores it and addresses Sammn - Well?

[Sammn] - stares at the creature, thinking - Saved its prize... saved him. I did something, I had to.... he was hurt.

[Ever] Sounds like there was a deal and they included you without permission Sammn.

[Voice/?] oUr wHiTe eYeS! yOu tOoK uS iNsTeAd! rObBeD!

[Lie] - Now that part I understand, it has something to do with your brine

[Karla] So... no target practice? Damn.

[Sammn] - shakily stands up and marches toward it - How did I rob you?

[Lie] - If you really want to shoot at something Karla...   I might be able to convince CP to spawn some zombies for you

[Karla] Slides over to Lie - Perhaps. But for now I'm more interested in the tribute you brought me.

[Voice/?] - it whines again, reaching out toward her - tOoK tHe bLoW iNsTeAd, dEaTh sHoUlD hAvE cLaImEd yOu, hE sAvEd yOu aS yOu sAvEd HiM.

[Lie] - The horses?  I've got the spawn eggs on me right now

[Karla] Wonderful, once this is sorted out, we should go out and.... 'spawn' them.

[Lie] - Sure, I've got hay for them as well

[Sammn] - stares at it, then looks around the room, stopping to watch Lie and Karla. She kneels down just out of reach - The Imposter... the battle at Capital City.... he trapped you and planned on using you to curse, and.... I took the blow instead.

[Voice/?] - blinks all of its eyes - yEs!

[Karla] It appears you have remembered something?

[Sammn] - stands - Damn me nine ways to the Nether, its coming back slowly. What do we do with this thing?

[Karla] Kill it?

[Ever] Please don't leave it here....

[Voice/?] - screams -

[Karla] That's annoying.

[Sammn] I think we better not, it might be of some use. Plus... I think killing it, might free it.

[Karla] Is pretending to be agravated by this.

[Lie] Is thinking-

[Sammn] Anyone have something we can shove it into? I really don't want to touch it.

[Karla] Like what? A larger bag?

[Ever] Theres plenty of rope in my room....

[Sammn] A chest?

[Lie] - Hang on, I've got wood on me if you really think that will work

[Sammn] Can't hurt, plus that way no one else will come into contact with it either.

[Lie] Fashions a crafting table real quick and puts it down before crafting a double chest- Here we go

[Karla] Is boggling a bit at what Lie just did - what an... interesting table...

[Sammn] - takes chest and slowly scoops the thing into it. It wiggles and squirms, but is shut up inside -

[Lie] - It's a crafting table, it's how we make things in game

[Karla] Touches it gingerly and examines the block from all sides-

[Ever] Was watching Sammn but gets distracted- that's neat!

[Sammn] - sighs - Lie, can you send me back. I.... need time to think.

[Lie] - Sure, let's head back to the computer- She heads for the tree room so she can make an opening

[Karla] Follows her quietly-

[Sammn] - stows the chest in her inventory and follows, her brain on automatic - This.. has been ... strange.

[Lie] - That seems to be daily life for us- She reaches the computer and creates an opening, the server can be seen on the other side- Sammn, get some rest, I think you'll actually be able to sleep well now

[Sammn] - nods and turns toward Karla. Her eyes are still solid purple, although now they faintly glow - Thank you for the help. - She does a strange salute to her and heads back -

[Karla] You're welcome.

[Lie] Once Sammn is through she shuts the opening- Alright, now where do you want me to spawn the horses

[Karla] Gives her a slow look, making her hyper aware of the fact that they're alone together. - Outside...

[Lie] - Lead the way

[Ever] Is playing with the crafting table because he's unsupervised.

[Karla] Leads Lie past the kitchen and out the back door. There's a small structure outside with open stalls but no gates. - I can add to it later. The whole yard is fenced in all the way around twelve feet high, as you saw.

[Lie] - Oh yes I did- She pulls out the spawn eggs and offers one to Karla- Would you like to try?

[Karla] Takes one curiously and turns the brown speckled egg in her hands, holding it in the light from the back door. - How odd...

[Lie] - Just tap it, lightly that is, on the ground

[Karla] Leans down and does as Lie suggests-

-A full sized paint horse pops into existence-

[Karla] Skips back but recovers quickly- Mein Gott! I mean... that's amazing...

[Lie] - That's the miracle of birth in our game, everything comes from an egg- She taps out another horse, this one is a chestnut-

[Karla] Holds out a hand so the horse can sniff it- Are they female? Male? Something else?

[Lie] - Both

[Lie] Taps the one she spawned with an egg and a black foal spawns- And this is what the babies look like

[Karla] They're lovely, especially in the moonlight. You said you had hay for them?

[Lie] - Oh right, where do you want me to put it?

[Karla] I guess in the mud room will have to suffice for now. Minus a snack for each of them of course. I'll fill the water buckets. It looks as though Ever will have quite the shopping list for tomorrow, fence parts and grains and medication- She takes up te hose and drags it to some buckets under the small structure, neatly filling them

[Lie] Pulls out some apples in her inventory, offering them to the horses before going to put the hay away-

[Karla] Comes back and approaches the horses again. It's clear from her manner that she knows what she's doing checking them over. - It's been so long... And they are so wonderful.

[Lie] - They won't die of old age either unless they take extreme damage

[Karla] Perfection.... Will the little one grow up?

[Lie] - Oh yes, one moment they will be a baby, the next, an adult

[Karla] Gives the small foal a bit of scratching on the neck- The world you live in is one to be envied my dear. It sounds like a bit of heaven.

[Lie] - Not always, nightly there are monsters which will attack if given the chance, and there's always the dangers in caves

[Karla] What do you have to defend yourself from such creatures?

[Lie] - Swords, bows, light, shelter, and our own brine powers

[Karla] Gives the lightest little sigh - Seeing as I've had to take a vow to hide myself from the world anyway... it still sounds... forgive me. I'm rambling.

[Lie] - No, it's alright.  Many have expressed the want to be there

[Karla] I hope your friend recovers.

[Lie] - I'm sure she'll be fine, she's strong.- A few flowers spring up by Lie's feet, sensing her currently calm energy

[Karla] More flowers? What kind are these?

[Lie] - Just flowers, but I have many that do have purposes

[Karla] They are pretty all the same. - Looks back at the horses, who are wandering a little bit, but slowly. - It will be a pleasure to teach my kitten to ride as well as be ridden...

[Lie] Blushes some- Speaking of flowers, I should probably clean up my plants inside, I kinda filled your kitchen with calming flowers...

[Karla] Will they break the tiles with their roots?

[Lie] - No, minecraft flowers don't really have roots

[Karla] Then just leave them for now. The one your friend brought back to life on my shelf has flourished quite nicely despite the absence of soil or even light.

[Lie] - Alright, although I should probably remove those new vines, I'm not sure what they'll do...

[Karla] Motions for her to lead the way-

[Lie] Heads back to the study entering and looking at the bit of a mess that she's made-

[Ever] Is exitedly waving around a wooden sword- It works!

[Karla] -Blink blink confusion-

[Lie] - Oh geez!  Where did you even get the wood planks!?

[Ever] Gestures towards the fireplace, where the stack of wood cords in the brass holder is a bit smaller now-

[Lie] Groans a little and goes over to her new vines, touching them and memorizing their feel so she can recreate them later- Well this will probably be useful again at some point...

[Ever] Is showing Karla what he did and pulls a wooden shovel off the table-

[Karla] Magick...

[Lie] Let's the vines retreat away- I really don't have an argument against that, especially since I know Flux

[Karla] Flux?

[Ever] Starts throwing things out of a box digging for something.

[Lie] - She's the embodiment of magic in the game itself

[Karla] I'm suprised you didn't have her work on your friend. It seems nothing is impossible for your kind.

[Ever] Arranges some flat rocks on the table and a furnace falls off and clunks heavily onto the floor. - WOOO!

[Karla] Ever!

[Lie] - She was able to bind it, but she's much more used to running a server

[Karla] Stares at Ever-

[Ever] Sorry Mistress.

[Karla] It's blocking the door.

[Lie] - Do you need me to move it?

[Karla] If you can, please. I think Ever is... getting a bit over-excited.

[Lie] Gets up and gives the furnace a few swats, breaking it into a smaller version of itself- Should I take away the crafting table too?

[Ever] Looks sad-

[Karla] Is it dangerous?

[Lie] - I mean, without redstone the more dangerous things won't work...  But pressure plates could always be used instead so maybe?

[Karla] Then go ahead. I think it's for the best.

[Ever] Sad meeping sound.

[Lie] - Ever, I can always let you into the game if you want to play with a crafting table- She swats it away

[Ever] oookay....

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(CNN)San Francisco is small by urban standards, a compact swath of rambunctious hills, windswept bays and rainbow-colored Victorian homes. But it’s seen enough upheaval for a town twice its size.

And it’s been the adopted home of numerous seismic social — and geological — movements.

As a result, San Francisco is a crossroads of commerce and counterculture, suffused with noir moodiness as well as Gold Rush bravado.

Just remember that San Fran’s weather has mood swings that are as complex. To avoid becoming one of those sullen tourists shivering in shorts and a T-shirt as the fog crawls around their ankles, bring a sweater — as well as these suggestions for experiencing the best of San Francisco.

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Hotels

Luxury

Palace Hotel

The Palace’s ceiling is worth more than some entire hotels.

With a soaring stained glass ceiling, marble floors and mammoth chandeliers, the Palace summons the San Francisco of yesteryear.

It should: it was built in 1909 to replace an earlier version gutted by fire following the infamous 1906 earthquake.

It isn’t difficult to imagine a long, eclectic roster of high-profile guests that includes Soviet Premier Nikita Khrushchev, author Oscar Wilde and four standing U.S. presidents taking high tea in the Palace’s celebrated Garden Court.

Located downtown, the Palace provides easy access to public transportation, cabs, museums and the waterfront.

You can even do some sightseeing without leaving the premises: the hotel runs historic tours three days a week.

Mid-range

Hotel des Arts

With each of its rooms custom decorated by artists both local and international, the Hotel des Arts is part hotel, part art gallery.

Guests can bed down in settings conceived by the likes of Brian Barneclo, Jeremy Fish and Shepard Fairey.

Never heard of ’em? Rest easy, they create pretty surroundings.

Take heed, though: unlike the deluxe rooms and suites, standard rooms share a community bathroom and shower.

Located downtown, de Arts is within walking distance of Chinatown, North Beach and Union Square is and surrounded by places to eat and drink.

Grand Hyatt San Francisco

It’s tough to decide which is the more potent lure here — the hotel’s shop-and-attraction-friendly Union Square location, or the recent renovations.

All 659 guestrooms have been updated.

Great staff and famed Hyatt pillow-top mattresses help make the Grand Hyatt a reliable place to do everything from sip martinis to hole up flicking channels in high style.

Expected business amenities are all here — conference rooms, Uno-Bitell Media phones (sounds impressive), in-room Wi-Fi — along with the refurbished Grandviews Restaurant, which serves fresh California cuisine in a 36th floor dining room with, you guessed it, grand views.

Budget

Grant Plaza Hotel

The exception is this affordable semi-gem inside the Chinatown gate and just a block from a cable car line.

Rooms are functional if dated (the hotel’s website still touts “clock radios” as an in-room amenity) but the place is clean and within walking distance of many restaurants and bars.

For the price in one of the most expensive cities in North America, it’s an unbeatable deal.

All rooms are non-smoking.

Dining

Boulevard

Touting itself as “one of the most popular restaurants in America” (we don’t necessarily disagree), Boulevard is among the best places in the City to close a business deal or a new romance.

The “Belle Epoque-inspired,” 64-seat restaurant serves a unique fusion of French/European and modern American cuisine.

Roasted beet salad with Spanish goat cheese, and rabbit and wild greens tortellini are nifty.

But Boulevard is at its best when serving up big chunks of grilled and roasted meats: lamb, pork, beef and local fish are what bring in the crowds.

Elegant, pricey and pretty close to perfect.

Reservations a must.

Sons & Daughters

You’ll get a sense of Matt McNamara and Teague Moriarty’s culinary sensibilities when you enter their TenderNob premises: stylish without trying too hard.

Their deconstructed American dishes are creatively prepared and presented, making them as lovely to behold as to eat.

The menu is seasonal, offering two choices: a tasting menu and a vegetable tasting menu, with many ingredients harvested from Sons & Daughters’ own garden in nearby Los Gatos.

Since it opened, the restaurant has garnered a number of accolades, including a Michelin Star earned after just one year in business.

Changing tasting menus are offered daily for $98 with the option of a $69 wine pairing.

Gary Danko

Named after its founder, one of the country’s most respected chefs, this classy, 65-seat eatery spins out meals that combine Danko’s classical training in French and Mediterranean cuisine with California ingredients and innovative spirit.

You could live for a year off the appetizer menu: pistachio-covered sweet breads with cauliflower, goat cheese “truffles” and the like.

The entre selection includes many fresh seafood and meat options.

The roasted pork belly comes with red peppers and a maple-cider glaze, for just one example.

There’s also a large, high-end wine and cheese list.

Reservations a must.

NOPA

There are many of its kind in this city, but NOPA is San Francisco’s best at serving familiar, hearty and thoughtful versions of what it calls “urban rustic food”: wood-roasted salmon, grass-fed hamburgers and rotisserie chicken.

The small bowls of spiced chickpeas are seasoned to perfection and make a wonderful pre-meal snack.

Cocktails are also expertly prepared, and like the food, not overworked.

NOPA is in high demand and doesn’t take reservations, but the vibe encourages patrons to pull up a seat at its expansive bar and sample the snack menu while waiting.

Una Pizza Napoletana

Anthony Mangieri’s unadorned shop, with its concrete floors and bare white walls, quickly earned acclaim among San Francisco’s (many) artisanal pizzerias for its slavish adherence to the craft.

Mangieri reigns in the middle of it, making pizzas before an immense wood-fired brick oven, his arms covered in tattoos.

This master pizza-maker has more than once been referred to as a rock star of the genre.

Like the space, Mangieri’s pizzas are unadorned and perfect: anointed with San Marzano tomatoes, extra-virgin olive oil, oregano, fresh garlic, basil and sea salt.

Humphry Slocombe

Humphry Slocombe ice cream isn’t afraid to shock, either with the names of its ice creams or their flavors.

Take Jesus Juice, for instance: a sorbet of Ctes du Rhne and cola.

Or the shop’s most popular flavor, Secret Breakfast: caramelized corn flakes in a cloud of whiskey ice cream.

They’ve also served up scoops of foie gras ice cream, prosciutto ice cream and salt and pepper ice cream.

Humphry Slocombe has earned the right to these quirky flavors because they’re actually good.

Really good. Like, kill-the-guy-before-you-in-line good.

Off the Grid

Perhaps the only thing that has multiplied faster in San Francisco than artisanal pizzerias is food trucks.

There are Southern trucks, cupcake trucks, taco trucks, rib trucks, Thai trucks, noodle trucks, pizza trucks — there’s even a truck devoted solely to the food meme bacon.

While most trucks alert fans to their whereabouts via Facebook and Twitter, the easiest way to sample several at once is at events organized by Off the Grid, which assembles numerous vendors in one spot for weekly markets throughout the city.

Often accompanied by live music, these gatherings take on a festive vibe.

It’s hard to resist sampling more than one truck, so it’s best to arrive hungry.

El Farolito

Super shrimp and carnitas burrito from El Farolito.

Overstuffed, rolled tight and wrapped in a sheath of tin foil, the massive burritos served at this Mission taqueria are cheap, delicious and filling.

While excellent at any time of day or level of sobriety, El Farolito’s dependably delicious hunger bullets are particularly satisfying after a night of drinking.

Good thing it’s open late.

El Farolito serves up all the usual meats like carne asada and al pastor, but you can also get cabeza (beef brain) and lengua (beef tongue).

The squeamish shy away, but they are impossibly tender and juicy.

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Nightlife

Comstock Saloon

Named for Henry T “Pancake” Comstock, the man whose fortunes lured thousands of miners to San Francisco in the 19th century, this North Beach saloon is a refined tribute to those rough Barbary Coast times: dim lights, tin ceilings, classic cocktails and ostentatious wallpaper.

The bar also serves period-inspired food, like beef shank and bone marrow potpie.

On Friday, Comstock revives a Gold Rush tradition of serving a free lunch with the purchase of two drinks.

The deal almost makes more sense for travelers than locals, who may have to return to work with a brace of stiff cocktails in their system.

DJ Purple Karaoke

Many flinch at the word “karaoke,” which can conjure visions of poorly warbled Journey and “Total Eclipse.”

But DJ Purple (aka Steve Hays) is a Bay Area treasure, and he serves up a karaoke dance-party that reinvents the maligned medium.

DJ Purple favors upbeat songs and loud music, putting the focus on the crowd rather than the individual, inspiring group sing-alongs and nonstop dancing.

Oh, and he also plays the saxophone — often the highlight of the evening.

DJ Purple Karaoke, multiple nights, locations; budget (free to sing, but tip your karaoke jay).

Tommy’s Joynt

While complicated cocktails with organic ingredients may dominate the San Francisco drinking scene, Tommy’s Joynt proudly declares on its website, “We remain steadfast in our opposition to change.”

This large, wholly unpretentious family-owned spot is cluttered with fascinating bar junk, pours an impressive array of beers and serves meals like corned beef from its cafeteria-style buffet to be eaten on tables adorned with red-and-white-checkered table cloths.

Shopping

Valencia Street between 14th and 26th

This trendy corridor of small boutiques embraces everything from clothing and letter-pressed cards to taxidermy and books, much of it locally made.

Carefully curated used clothing stores like No Shop and Painted Bird are extraordinarily well priced.

Paxton Gate conjures oddities like carnivorous plants, while its children’s store provides lovely toys of the non-plastic variety.

The Curiosity Shop sells jewelry and trinkets as well as local art.

Dog Eared Books is the kind of store that’s fun to get lost in for an hour or so.

826 Valencia sells a gallimaufry of goods dubbed “pirate supplies.”

Coffee shops like Four Barrel and Ritual Roasters plus plentiful eateries supply ample shopping respite.

Valencia Street between 14th Street and 26th Street

Green Apple Books

Can any city really be great without a really great bookstore?

A rambling, multi-story shop with a winding staircase and secluded corners, Green Apple Books is the kind of experience that unfolds as you make your way from front to back.

Browsing and hanging out are encouraged, with chairs tucked away in remote spots, where patrons can leisurely thumb through a book on the occult, a massive photo compendium, a young-adult hit or a biography.

With books both new and old, there doesn’t seem to be a subgenre — or price point — unrepresented.

Japan Center

Chinatown isn’t SF’s only Asian community.

The Japantown mall is a series of buildings connected by courtyards and bridges filled with small shops and eateries that peddle Japanese wares.

PIKA PIKA specializes in whimsical Japanese photo booths where users can snap pictures of themselves then print the results as stickers.

Ichibahn Kahn and Daiso are Japanese dollar stores that sell a dizzying array of adorable, affordable items.

Bookstores stock manga and Japanese editions of magazines like Vogue.

Several variations of the pillow candy mochi can be purchased at Nippon Ya.

Meticulously crafted fake foods adorning the windows of sushi and noodle spots rank as bonus sightseeing.

Attractions

California Academy of Science

The California Academy of Science has mastered the modern museum experience: immersive and interactive without being gimmicky, there’s not an animatronic statue to be found.

Located in Golden Gate Park, the museum is easily identified by its massive, undulating living roof.

Once inside, visitors can tour a living rain forest, fly through space in the planetarium or descend to the darkened aquarium with its hypnotic displays of jellyfish, alien-like sea dragons, an octopus, electric eels, an anaconda and piranhas.

CAS is a functioning research facility, so employees can often be spotted performing taxidermy on a number of specimens.

The Presidio

A former military base near Golden Gate Park, the Presidio is filled with distinctive low-slung, white buildings that served as army barracks.

The tree-filled park packs in wonderful hiking and biking opportunities, sweeping vistas, beaches and marshes.

It’s also home to a military cemetery — including a pet cemetery where the army buried beloved animal companions.

Homemade tombstones and memorable epitaphs abound.

George Lucas’ Industrial Light and Magic is headquartered here, its Yoda fountain having become a favorite stop for Star Wars fans.

Post-hiking cocktails can be enjoyed at the charming Presidio Social Club, which boasts a historically themed drink menu.

Presidio Visitor Center, 105 Montgomery St.; [phone]

Filbert Steps

San Francisco’s famously hilly geography is crisscrossed with hidden, meandering staircases whose seeming impracticality is part of the appeal.

The Filbert Steps are the most magnificent.

They begin in a plain alleyway flanked by office buildings.

Surrounded by lush greenery, concrete steps give way to wooden ones, climbing up, up and up through a hillside neighborhood dotted with beautiful and quirky homes, statues and gardens.

Discoveries abound: the green and red parrots of Telegraph Hill overhead, a mural celebrating miniature poodles and fantastic views.

Finally, the stairs spit you out at Coit Tower, a monument to firemen with Depression-era murals inside.

Counterculture

But the city became the unique enclave it is because of the people and cultural movements that shaped its character.

Here are a few places where you can experience them.

The Audium

Visitors seeking vestiges of San Francisco’s bohemian heyday should skip Haight Street, unless they want to battle crowds for bongs and tie-dyed shirts.

Attendees of this half-century-old sound experiment sit in a dark, domed theater, surrounded by 176 speakers and listen to creator Stan Shaff’s mind-bending arrangement — a mixture of electronic music, giggling children, galloping horses and other sounds — while a light show plays overhead.

The performance can tread into kitschy territory, but Shaff’s ingenuity and dedication somehow elevate it.

Shaff might not call the experience “psychedelic,” but upon exiting, many an audience member will deploy the word “trippy.”

It’s certainly representative of the city’s permissive, experimental spirit.

GLBT Museum

The GLBT History Museum is the first of its kind in the U.S. and only the second in the world (after Berlin).

Opened in 2011, the GLBT Museum (Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual Transgender) was decades in the making and was the first of its kind in the United States.

A project of the 25-year-old GLBT Historical Society, the 148-square-meter space provides an intimate, handcrafted experience located in San Francisco’s historically gay neighborhood, The Castro.

Drawing on the society’s vast archives, the museum displays a wide-ranging menu of artifacts from matchbooks and manuscripts to Harvey Milk’s kitchen table.

Knitted together, the objects tell a larger story.

You can download the free museum tour to enhance your experience, and check out the roster of events for author talks and panels.

Vesuvio Caf

In North Beach, you’ll find these two paeans to Beat culture on opposite sides of Jack Kerouac Alley, named for the literary movement’s iconic pioneer.

City Lights bookstore will forever retain an air of daring and notoriety for publishing Allen Ginsberg’s “Howl” and weathering the storm that followed, including a high-profile obscenity trial.

The bookstore remains a cultural hub and favored destination for bibliophiles.

Down the street, you can grab a drink at Vesuvio, a bar famed for serving the literati of the Beat Generation.

Despite its tourist appeal, it’s a neighborhood saloon where drinks are strong.

On the mezzanine you can claim a private corner where you can drink and spy on the patrons below.

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