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Hiver By Pavel Valchev https://flic.kr/p/2qFeaVv

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G.D. Timms - The Fringe - BEB - 1973

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s5 spoilers

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https://www.washingtonpost.com/national-security/2023/12/22/teixeira-investigation-active-shooter-threat/?utm_campaign=wp_post_most&utm_medium=email&utm_source=newsletter&wpisrc=nl_most

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Accused leaker Teixeira was seen as potential mass shooter, probe finds

“Fellow airmen at the Massachusetts base where Teixeira worked warned superiors about his ‘fringe thinking’ and called him ‘the active shooter kid.’ Their concerns went unreported.”

[50c14lly4nx10u5]

gasp

what have i been doing my entire life without squidbeatz???

[lol-jackles]

Tbh we can fight all day about what “fans” were saying about who’s “stealing the spotlight” cause what matters now is who’s making better moves and that’s jensen. Y’all are so stuck in the past, writing essays abt what fans were saying from 10+ years ago and what your fav was doing 15+ years ago like who the hell cares????. Jared is simply not relevant anymore and he hasn’t since like the early 2010s. Jensen, who’s still stuck at B-C list is at least keeping his name in the public eye by going out for more diverse roles. Jared is relentlessly trying to force one specific image onto himself by going out for these roles that give nothing to his filmography and keep him from staying popular. You can come up all the ways to say Jensen is not taking good roles but cmon even you know that’s not true. Before he was on the brink of fading into irrelevance but he was fortunate enough to get the Soldier Boy which practically saved his career. What has Jared done of any real significance in the last 5 years since spn ended but a dog shit cancelled cw show and now a new formulaic doctor show (still texas centered)

Jared makes more money than all the SPN actors put together, yes that includes Jensen, during SPN and post-SPN.  I say Jared is still relevant because he's able to command nice salaries from CBS, which includes his executive producer title.

Not surprised to see the "2010" fixation.  Readers, I'll explain later.

So have you chided the AAs and Hellers for being stuck in the past?  No?  Yeah I thought so.  Though to be fair the AAs are always rewriting history so you would have some difficulties telling AAs to stop getting stuck in the past because which past? The 15th AU version or the delusion found in the 8th dimension?

It's always the same pattern with people like you when the silent majority isn't being silent, and then you won't say squat to the loud obnoxious fringers.  It reminds me of the "nice" Destiel shippers who keep telling non-shippers not to engage with hellers and to just stay quiet.  It's easy to see that the agenda of the "nice" shippers was to make their ship appear relevant because silence gets interpreted as agreement.

Readers, you know why AAs are so fixated on the 2010?  Because they thought season 5 was the turning point of Supernatural becoming Dean-focused and Jensen will finally get the spotlight and be on his way to a Marvel red carpet career while Jared is relegated to the has-been category.  Except that didn't happen.  Season 5 foreshadowed the season 10 debacle and the following respective season return to Sam-focused/Bi-Bro leaning formula and save the series.  

Jensen's career trajectory would have been fine without Solder Boy.  He got the Big Sky role and debuted Beau Arlen in May before Soldier Boy's debut in June.  It was Big Sky that helped him land a guest/recurring role on Tracker.  What Jensen has going for him is he is a good networker.

As always, you AAs are projecting your worst quality onto others.  As usual, you pretend that Jensen has all of Jared's best qualities, including his career.  Remember when AAs tried to claim that CBS first offered Walker to Jensen?  Yeah that was funny.  Spoiler alert, that's not how the industry works.

[jarredspec]

Probably one of my last Milkyway shots in the North Island of New Zealand for a while.

📷: Fujifilm GFX100S & Rokinon 24mm f/1.4 via Fringer adaptor. 13”, f/2.5, ISO 6400

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Posting about another lens that i have adapted! Today’s post is about the Tamron 45mm f1.8.

Where do i even start, this is a fantastic lens that feels like it was made for the GFX system. This lens completely covers the sensor with little to no vignette. The out of focus bits are so soft and pleasant, and the colors this lens renders are beautiful!! With the GFX’s 0.79x crop you get about a 36mm (35.55mm) equivalent with the depth equivalent of F1.4. Please note that this is the depth equivalent, not total light transmission!!

This lens is razor sharp wide open and somehow gets even sharper stopped down. A really cool and helpful feature of this lens is the built-in stabilization, which works wonderfully on the GFX50R (no ibis)! Also it’s weather sealed!! THEN ON TOP OF ALL OF THAT you can find these for about $200 or so online!!

NOW, i do need to speak about the cons, there’s not much but i do need to speak on this. The autofocus is definitely on the slower side. Not as slow as other lenses i’ve tested but still slower than the Canon 40 or the Sigma 50! It’s also a bit hit or miss, i usually get a keeper rate of 7/10 with this lens. I feel like sometimes the lens just doesn’t like to play well with either the fringer adapter or doesn’t work well with the 50R’s contrast based AF. I KNOW I KNOW the fringer was designed for the bodies that have phase detect, but i can’t justify dropping that much on a 100 series camera. not yet.

This is a fantastic offering, and a SHARP 35mm equivalent for the GFX that produces some of the most beautiful images i’ve ever created. The slower AF is a pain but it definitely helps you to slow down which helps you stay more involved with the photos you’re taken. You gotta remember that this is “medium format” so you can’t really spray and prey like you can with smaller formats.

This will be a lens that i will always recommend to people try when they’re wanting to adapt non native lenses to their gfx bodies!

[lustychan]

☆Puppy love

Pairing- Denji x reader

Info- edging, degrading, pet name mentioned once, slow smut, denji wanting to feel up your chest♡, strap/dick and no specified gender.

Additional stuff- YEAH um first time writing this type of stuff so idk if it's decent but I triedd feed back would be helpful ♡.

You and Denji have been really busy with devil work, so you guys haven't been able to spend a lot of time alone. It was 4pm, you and Denji had finished your last jobs, so you and he decided to go to your apartment to chill and eat.

After arriving, we changed our clothes and layed on my bed. You were doing your thing while he did his, then suddenly I felt a calloused hand on my hip rubbing it slowly up and down. "Hm… Denji what's wrong?", I mumbled, "I want you". He whined at me, so I turned over to look in his eyes "are you sure you aren't tired?", you said worried "[your name] I'm not tired, I want to", as he said that he rolled on top of you and pinned your hands to the sides of your head, and you smirk while looking up at him. "Since when did you become so bold?", you teased him as he started blushing then suddenly you raised up in a flash which made him fall back on the bed "tell me if you feel any comfort", he nodded quietly while blushing and you started kissing him slowly while moving my hands freely on his body until I slowly reached to his crotch and grabbed it roughly, he groaned out at the act and deepened our kiss even more.

I broke off the kiss and stared down at his list filled face, he looked like he was fucked dumb already from a kiss, I give him a quick peck on the lips before pulling off his shirt and shorts "oh your already hard what a slut, are you that desperate for me hm?", you teased him then pulled down his underwear gently, his dick looked so pretty hard as it hardened against his abdomen, as you dragged a finger up his dick he shivered then grabbed your hand "Ah.. ah stop teasing me", he moaned softly, you didn't respond as you slowly went down and gave his dick a small lick at the tip, you smiled as you saw small beads of pre cum come out, then you engulfed his dick whole and started bobbing your head up and down at a steady pace. "[ y-y-your name] slow down a little n-not not so fast ah ah", he moaned out your name with such pleasure you can't help but get turned on at it, you continue at a faster pace even when his hand was grabbing at your hair, after a while you pulled of as he was about to come "huh why did you stop??", he sounded like he was gonna cry "I want you to come from me pounding you". He blushed at what you said, you got some lube from your side table and poured it on your fingers, you then slowly pushed in your middle finger into his tight hole, he always felt so tight and warm, as you were doing this he started to slowly moan as he got used to it I added another after another until you had three fringers in him, you were going a little fast abusing his wet hole with your merciless thrusts "Ah ah ahhhh", he kept moaning "shh my little dog you don't want to make the neighbors hear you, after your deemed him ready you pushed in your strap/dick into him slowly so he could get used to the size of it, you look down at his hole smiling because of how he took your strap/dick so good. You started pounding him hard into the mattress while shocking him and singing praises to him "Hm you like that? You like how I mess up your hole so good", you ask him even if he could bearly form sentences to respond, you continue to have your way with him and even Peppering light kisses on his face.

You paused for a second to talk to him "you alright", he nodded slowly then spoke "it feels so good, b-but can I touch your chest?", he slurred out looking up at you like he was far gone. You nodded to the idea as you started picking up the pace but slower and allowed him to feel up your chest, him doing that turned you on and you suddenly felt the urge to mark him up so you started creating hickeys and bite marks on his "Mhm mm ah stop.. Ah people would see them", you smirked a shook your head.

As the night went on and you guys made passionate love it sadly eventually came to an end. "You good?", you asked as you guys relaxed in the warm tub " yeah", he smirked "I got to touch your chest after all", you playfully roll your eyes at the comment and just hugged him tighter.

[diomaialonedd]

society expects me to be tougher but i just want your pretty fringers all inside me and your strap in my throat until i can’t breathe anymore

[delicatebarness]

bring him home | chapter three

Summary: How has it been a whole year already?

Warning: MCU Spoilers. Mentions of Grief. Violence. Knives. Injury.

Word Count: 1376

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The first anniversary of the Snap, the second most difficult day of your life. Standing before the ‘Wall of the Vanished’ in Brooklyn, your eyes locked on a single name that meant everything to you. ‘James “Bucky” Barnes’. His name began to blur as tears welled up in your eyes, every letter was a reminder of the loss you were still struggling to accept. 

You woke up that morning with a heavy heart, the weight of the anniversary pressed down on you. As if you remind you of the silence that had followed that day, the city seemed quieter. 

The journey to Brooklyn was blurred as your memories of Bucky, his laugh, his smile, his stare, replayed in your mind. 

The ‘Wall of the Vanished’ was a structure, a monument of collective grief. Every city and county had built their own, a testament to the billions who had disappeared without a trace. As you approached, others were standing, some in silent reflection, others weeping as their fringers traced the names of their loved ones. 

It felt like a punch from The Hulk as you reached Bucky’s name, whispering it under your breath. As if saying it softly enough could somehow bring him home. Reaching out to touch the cold stone, you felt the roughness under your fingertips. You couldn’t believe that a year had passed since your world changed forever.

~

The memory of his tortured cries haunted your dreams, even into your teenage years. Some years had passed since that harrowing day, and you were not allowed to be trained by him afterward. As time went by, you knew you had to escape. You bided your time with your older sister Natasha, feigning obedience while secretly plotting. You seized the moment as soon as the opportunity arose, slipping through the cracks of their iron grip and disappearing into the shadows.

You managed to build a new life away from their horrors and your past. Living in hiding in a quiet town, trying to blend in. You began to attend a public high school and tried to reclaim something of a normal life. The world now only saw an ordinary girl, but you were always on guard, waiting for them to come. 

After a long day at school, you decided to walk home through the park, basking in the setting sun. The air was crisp, and the scent of the spring flowers beginning to bloom provided a fleeting comfort. 

You barely noticed a figure approaching as you got lost in thought. It wasn’t until he was right in front of you, that you noticed him. 

“Soldat,” you whispered, the name catching in your throat as your heart stopped. He didn’t look different, his hair was the same length as you remembered and his eyes were still that intense blue.

There was no response, he lunged at you with a knife. It grazed your arm as you barely managed to dodge it, indifference over his features.

“Don’t you recognize me, Soldat?” you pleaded, your voice trembling as the memories flashed in your mind, you continued to dodge.

He stared blankly at you while not backing down, his movements were as mechanical as you remembered. Your heart pounded in your chest.

“It’s me, your Spiderling,” you said desperately, hoping to reach the side of him they would try to erase.

For a moment, he paused, his gaze scanned you up and down. You saw a flicker of something in his eyes, but it disappeared as quickly as it appeared. You had grown, and aged since the last time you saw him. 

“Liar,” he hissed, his voice was cold and detached. 

He began lunging at you again. Summoning all your strength, you accepted that the brief hesitation was all you were going to get. You prepared yourself for the hardest fight in your life. One against him.

His knife came at you again, but this time, you deflected it was a swift motion you learned from him. Knocking the knife out of his hand, his response was immediate; launching a barrage of punches. You countered and dodged, drawing on every bit of training you’d received from him.

“Soldat, please!” you shouted between strikes, testing your hope again. “It’s me!” 

He didn’t respond, he was relentless. The initial adrenaline rush you had began to fade as you tired quickly. The sound of HYDRA agents filled the previously deserted park, they were closing in. You could only imagine they were tracking him to ensure he completed his mission. You. 

You darted into the woods, him hot on your heels as the agents followed. Their shouts echoed through the trees. The only chance was to lose him in the woods, hoping that his memories of you, however buried, would slow him.

As branches whipped your face, and the ground became uneven, you heard him behind you. And, he was gaining ground. Your small frame began to feel as though it couldn’t go any further, yet a shot rang out. A searing pain rushed from your leg, and you stumbled, falling to the ground. 

He was on you in an instant, and fear began to rise within you. Yet, he hesitated again, instead of completing the mission, he looked down at you. Your eyes pleaded with his as you met his gaze.

“You don’t have to do this, please.” 

His grip tightened on your arm, his eyes flickering with confusion and pain. The voices from the distance grew louder. A sudden burst of strength came over you, wrenching you free from his grasp. You tried to stand but your injury caused you to collapse once more. 

“Finish it!” An agent demanded as they reached you, roughly pulling you to your feet. A piercing scream escaped you as the pain through your arm. 

His eyes locked onto yours again, for a moment, you didn’t see the soldier. You saw the same man you did as a child. But then, the cold mask returned. You struggled against the agent as darkness closed in around you. 

The last you saw was him being led away in the opposite direction. 

When you woke up, you were in a dimly lit room. Bandages covered your wounds, and you recognized the faint hum of medical equipment. Leaning over you, a kind-faced nurse began speaking to you.

“You’re safe now,” she said softly, relief washing over her features as she saw you waking up. “We found you just in time.” 

The days quickly turned into weeks as you recovered, the emotional wounds taking longer to heal than the physical. At night, the memories haunted you, the sight of him being taken away scared into your mind. 

You had lost him once again.

~

That evening, back in the quiet solitude of your room, you found yourself surrounded by a blue glow, a small hologram appearing on your table. Natasha had given it to you, as a way to keep in touch with those still fighting. With a deep breath, you accepted it, and a tiny shimmering figure of Rocket appeared. 

“Hey, kid,” his voice crackled through the device, his sarcastic tone was surprisingly soothing. “How ya holding up?”

His expression softened as you sat down, the weight of the day continuing to press. “Not great. Saw Buck’s name on one of the walls they built today.” 

He let out a small sigh, “Yeah, I guessed it might be a tough day.” he took a moment to pause, no doubt thinking about the family he lost a year ago too. “Look, I know it ain’t much, but we’re out here, doing everything we can to fix it.” 

Tears welled up in your eyes, only this time there was a small flicker of hope. “Thanks, Rocket.” you sniffled. “It means a lot to know you’re out there, still.” 

“We’ll get them back,” another pause from him. “All of them.” his voice became full of determination. “And, when we do… we’ll all have a big, stupid celebration.”

A small smile tugged at the corners of your mouth. “Yeah, I’d like that.” 

Rocket chuckled. “I might finally get that arm.” 

The weight of your grief lifted, for only a moment, replaced by the warmth of Rocket’s humor and the promise of a fight not yet over.

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Leaked photos from Stranger Things season 5 episode 7 The Bridge

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Chapter 14 - The Butcher

This story contains major spoilers for Dragon Age the Veilguard. Read at your own discretion!!

Kalais x Lucanis

Summary: Kalais meets with the Crows' mystery contact and things get uncomfortable for her. Spite is having new feelings he doesn't understand.

Word Count: 5.6k

Warnings: Swearing, the butcher makes me uncomfy, protective Lucanis, protective(possessive) Spite

A/N: This is longer than I thought it would be 0_0

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When I woke, Lucanis was sitting on the floor in front of the chaise, his head leaned back against my thigh. I smiled softly, taking a moment to simply look at him---more relaxed than ever. Since my trip through his personal Ossuary---in his mind---he had been sleeping better, and Spite had let him. The bags under his eyes weren’t quite so heavy and the tension between his brows had eased.

I smiled softly, my hand drifting to Lucanis’s hair, fingers threading through the tousled locks. He didn’t stir at first, his breathing deep and even as I worked out a stray knot with a gentle tug. His hair was surprisingly soft, and I found myself lingering, letting the quiet of the morning settle around us like a fragile peace.

A low hum escaped him, a sound of pure contentment that caught me off guard. His brows twitched, and he shifted slightly, his head leaning into my touch like a cat seeking warmth. The corners of my mouth twitched upward as I kept up the rhythm of my fingers, brushing through his hair in soft, deliberate strokes.

“You’re enjoying this far too much,” I murmured, half to myself.

Lucanis stirred, his eyes fluttering open, still heavy with sleep. He blinked up at me, disoriented for only a moment before his lips curved into the faintest of smiles. “Morning,” he mumbled, his voice rough but warm, a tone that made my chest ache in ways I didn’t care to examine.

“You didn’t have to stay here all night, you know,” I said, brushing his hair back out of his face.

He tilted his head, brow furrowing slightly as he sat up a little. “I told you I would,” he replied simply, as if it were more natural than breath in his lungs.

I rolled my eyes, though the warmth in my chest spread a little further. “You could’ve at least rolled me over and taken the chaise for yourself,” I teased, smirking. “Sleeping on the floor can’t be good for the body of an assassin.”

I leaned over him slightly, threading my fingers once more through his hair, though more firmly this time, and gave a tug. He looked up at me with wide eyes, a light blush dancing across his cheeks. 

“Someone had to keep an eye on you.” His smile widened just enough to show the hint of dimples hidden by his beard, though he tried to keep his tone serious. “You’re trouble, Kalais.”

I hummed, pressing my lips to his gently, sighing as his lips molded to mine eagerly. I pulled back after a moment. “You’ve been saying that since we met. If I’m so much trouble, why stick around?”

He nipped my lower lip with his teeth. “Maybe I’ve found I like trouble.”

I couldn’t help my lips turning up in a sincere smile. For a moment, the air between us stilled, the teasing slipping away as the weight of his admittance settled in. I loosened my grip from his hair, fringers carding through the locks and scratching his scalp lightly with my nails. Lucanis’s eyes fluttered, and he hummed. I moved my hand to cradle his jaw, thumb stroking over his cheek.

The air was heavy with all the things I wanted to say. I could see in his eyes Lucanis was having the same battle with himself. I leaned in slowly, breathing his breath before kissing him. It was small at first, just a peck, but then his tongue traced my lips, and I was opening hungrily for him. 

He sat up on his knees, leaning over me, a hand falling to my waist, the other braced on the edge of the chaise. My stomach fluttered, hands falling over his chest. After a moment we pulled back, panting. 

“Next time, I’ll take the chaise,” he said with a wink, his tone lighter now.

I couldn’t help my startled laugh, and I swatted his chest with the back of my hand. “Next time, I’ll push you off it,” I retorted, though my grin gave me away.

His laughter echoed softly through the room as he offered me his hand. It was light and free like he had never been allowed to be. I was glad that I was allowed to see it.

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“I can’t believe you’re defending them!” Jacobus shouted as we approached.

“I am not defending anyone, Jacobus,” Viago said calmly.

“You’re letting them be a part of this? My cousin died because the governor didn’t stop the Antaam from—”

“Jacobus—” Teia began.

“No,” he said. “I’m not going to stand around and listen to this. I’ll see you later.” 

He walked away as we came up to the group, facing Teia, Viago, and Governor Ivenci. “Well,” Ivenci said. “Now that that unpleasantness is dealt with… about your mysterious informant.”

“Whoever they are, they know the Antaam. And Treviso,” Viago said.

“Your message made it sound like this informant also knows where the gods are staging their ritual,” I said, propping a fist on my hip.

“Treviso does not need this troublemaker. This should be left to proper officials,” Ivenci spat as they faced me.

“It very much concerns Rook. We have a contact who offers access to the Butcher and ‘privileged information’ on the gods,” Viago replied.

“A chance to find your gods and to free the city. A prize for both our causes,” Teia added.

“Both are important,” I said. “Strong with the Crows, strong against the gods.”

“Someone else seems to think so,” Viago said carefully. “The contact knows the city and the Antaam.”

“How do you know it’s for real?” Ivenci asked him.

“They gave us patrol patterns. Dreadnought arrivals. Their information is real,” Viago responded, on hand on his hip.

“And you didn’t share this with me?” Ivenci questioned. I fought to not roll my eyes.

“The bookkeepers can bookkeep when the meeting is done,” Teia said.

“When and where do we meet?” I asked.

“They’ll be in the market,” Teia told me.

“And they asked for me? Not you or Viago.” I looked between them.

“You helped this city, and you’re helping all of Thedas,” Teria said simply. “You’ve earned respect.”

Oh. I hadn’t even thought about that. I was used to being turned away at the slightest interference. Namely the wardens before Weisshaupt. Most in authority didn’t want some inexperienced girl messing in their affairs. No matter how dire things were getting.

“We just… don’t know from whom,” Viago clarified.

“I’ll talk with this mystery contact,” I told them.

“And the rest of us will hope to not get caught in your crossfire. Again,” Ivenci said snidely. Yep, there it was. That was the attitude I was used to dealing with.

“We fight for everyone. And a chance to strike at the gods and the Antaam? It’s worth the risk,” Teia said to them before turning to me. “Good luck, Rook. See what this mysterious informant can give us.

I nodded to them before making my way out of the Cantori Diamond and to the zipline leading to the market square. Taash and Lucanis flanked me.

“So we’re supposed to meet this unknown contact? Feels like a trap,” Taash said.

“We’re fighting gods with the Crows. I’m curious who would try to trap us,” I said. “If our informant actually knows where Elgar’nan and Ghilan’nain are performing their ritual, it’s worth the risk,” I told them.

“Agreed,” Lucanis answered.

We made our way through the market to the Cafe Pietra where the meeting would happen. Fingers crossed that it wasn’t a trap and nothing bad would happen. Though at this point in time, that really felt more like wishful thinking.

When I first stepped through, I was greeted with the scent of Antivan coffee and the memory of when I first came here with Lucanis. It felt like a lifetime ago. Though as I made my way down the steps, two Antaam blocked my passage.

A deep, gravelly voice greeted me. “Rook, I presume?” I felt Lucanis and Taash shift closer to me. “I thought I specified to come alone?” The voice purred.

I caught a glimpse of him past the Antaam blocking me, and my eyes widened. “The Butcher! You can’t blame a girl for a little extra security. Half of Thedas would kill to have their hand at capturing me.”

He scoffed. “There’s no need for that. Treviso is the trap, not this meeting,” he said to me and the Antaam to signal them to stand down. I carefully stepped through, examining the man. “Please,” he said, gesturing across the table from him.

I don’t care who you are, if you were faced with a mountain of a qunari man, you would do what he asked. I carefully pulled my chair out, Lucanis and Taash remained standing behind me on either side—Lucanis closer than my Rivaini companion.

“So tense,” The Butcher crooned with a grin. “I promise, I’ll signal when it’s time to fight.”

“Strange way to ambush someone,” I said carefully, folding my hands in my lap. Even sitting he was three heads taller than me.

The Butcher breathed in slowly and chuckled low and deep. “I don’t have to ‘ambush’ anyone. You think I couldn’t just march on the Crows? Scattered Antaam flock to me. I have the soldiers to raze your casino and every inch of this city.”

Lucanis was tense beside me, and I shifted carefully, leaning slightly toward him, and I sensed him relaxing only slightly. “I’ll bet there’s no profit in actually winning,” I said.

He hummed. “There’s money being made my the occupation, but not by me,” he said. “I said Treviso was the trap, and I meant it. The jewel of Antiva… she sings even while caged. Such purity in every stone. It’s trapped my heart. I love this city.”

I fought the curl of my lip in disgust. The way he was speaking made my skin crawl. Like loving it gave him the right to own it completely. That wasn’t love. I knew that better than most. “Everyone loves Treviso. Doesn’t mean you get to conquer it,” I said carefully.

“That explains why the streets crawl with undeserving cattle,” he said disgusted. “You know there are traitors here. They ransom their own city. Literal gods stalk the land, but these filth worship their own purses! But you… you’re different,” he purred. “You and the Crows stay true to your roles. It means something when you die, and even more when you kill. You’re as much a work of art as this city,” he crooned. “And you want a secret from me,” he said.

A shiver ran down my spine. I’m sure the right person would’ve been flattered, flustered even, but I was not that person. I was not something to be owned, or someone to put on a pedestal. I was just trying to survive and help others do the same.

I took a breath before speaking. “If you really do love this city, you’ll tell me where the gods are holding their ritual,” I said.

He breathed deep, his voice rumbling in his chest as he put his fists up. “The gods!” he laughed lowly. “They give strength. But all they ask in return is everything. I can feel their corruption. I can hear their whispers,” he said through gritted teeth. “They’re calling for ritual. If I give in, I’ll know where you’ll need to go. But I will lose my jewel. My city.” He stood, slamming his hands down on the table, and I flinched, feeling like a small child holding a dead cat. “So!” He grunted, short and pained. “You live in a casino! Let us make a game of this!” He growled. “I will become what the gods want, welcome their whispers!”

His hands gripped the table’s edge, throwing it to the side, knocking me and my chair aside in the process. Lucanis ran to me and pulled me up as the Butcher started rampaging.

“Meet me, and show me if the Crows deserve my city!”

Taash pulled her axes and charged the two guard Antaam. I summoned flames beneath them as Taash melted their shields. Lucanis took them out from behind, and we ran after the Butcher.

I heard his taunting calls across the city. “Come, Rook! I wait among the Drowned!” We sprinted through the market toward the Drowned District. “The gods gnaw at my mind! I see what you need! Prove you deserve it!”

“Hear the shift in his voice? He’s changing!” I warned my companions.

“My city, my Treviso! I will not abandon you to the traitors who gave you to me!”

We sprinted to the worst part of the drowned district, getting there just in time to see the Butcher transforming. He became a reaver, and he was fighting his own Antaam. 

“That thing cannot answer questions,” Lucanis said behind me.

“We have to hope he’s still in there somewhere,” I said.

On top of having to fight the Butcher himself—now even bigger and harder to kill—there were also about twenty Antaam swarming the area who were trying to take us out also. Suffice to say there was a lot of dodging happening and only getting hits in where I could—when I was sure I wasn’t about to be cut or ripped in half. 

I couldn’t tell you how long we were in the battle, but it had to have been a long time with how my body cried for rest. If I couldn’t even take down the Butcher as a godsdamned reaver, how was I supposed to face the gods?

Doubts swarmed my mind, and I missed a blow with my dagger. The glaive the Antaam across from me wielded sliced through the gap in my armor just below my ribs, and I cried out, tears filling my eyes immediately.

“Rook!” I heard Lucanis yell. 

“I’m fine, just take the bastards down!” I yelled, holding my hand over the wound. It came away warm and wet with blood. I yelled in outrage, holding up a fist and pulling down a meteor on the Antaam in front of me. “Fucking cunt, that hurt!”

All the Antaam around us were finally dead, leaving only the Butcher. I saw Taash running and dodging as he targeted her. Good, I thought. Let me get him while his back is turned.

“I’m tired of this game, Butcher!” I yelled, a ball of fire growing between my palms as I poured my energy into it. Everything that was left in my reserves was going into this shot. If I missed, I would be left to either pass out or resort to melee range. Neither seemed like a good idea at the moment.

I sprinted, climbing atop one of the broken buildings as I chased him. “Spite!” I yelled out. A piece of brick from the Fade appeared in front of me, and I leaped, landing and running. More appeared in front of me as I went, the flaming monstrosity in my hands continuing to grow.

I was probably twenty feet above the battlefield now, and I continued to run after him, the flames in my hands flickering. 

“Taash!” I yelled, and they dodged behind cover as I loosed my magic at him.

The Butcher screamed as the flames consumed him, eating through his blight-flesh. “Tearstone Island!” He yelled. “That’s… where the gods are…” He struggled out.

The platform beneath me rumbled, Spite struggling to hold onto it. My stomach flipped as I fell, the world beneath me disappearing as I plummeted. I closed my eyes and braced for impact, though it came sooner than I expected.

I opened my eyes, and I was soaring parallel to the ground, Lucanis’s arms around me. “I’ve got you,” he said. I laughed, the motion bringing sharp pain to my midsection, and I winced. He frowned. “Tesoro…”

“I’m okay,” I reassured him. “We’ll worry about it at the Lighthouse.” I put my hand over the wound, healing it enough to keep me from bleeding out. If I expended too much magic now I wouldn’t be of any use to them for days. The price of power, I supposed. Not that I wanted it.

We landed safely on the ground, and Lucanis helped me on my feet, keeping a steadying hand on my hip.

“He’s gone,” I said as Taash came over to us. “And he named the ritual site. Tearstone Island.”

“Huh,” Taash said. “An Antaam who kept his word. Guess Treviso really rubbed off on him.”

“He got the death he wanted. Good trade, I guess.” I shrugged. “And he gave us the information we came for.”

“Yes. Truly, the Butcher was a paragon of honor and virtue, and we are all devastated to see him go.” A voice rang out over the battlefield, and I looked up, seeing a familiar pissed off face.

“Ivenci.” My lip curled in disgust. They stood with two Antaam flanking them.

“And now you have a location for your final, pointless confrontation. The gods are at Tearstone Island. Isn’t that what you wanted? A chance to die a hero’s death? So go. Leave Treviso to those who deserve it,” they spat.

Oh, fuck off. “The Butcher did warn us about a traitor. Didn’t get a chance to name them, though. Thanks for confirming that for us, Ivenci.”

“Given how much that man talked, I’m shocked he actually kept his mouth shut,” they said.

“You sold Treviso out to the Antaam,” I put my hands on my hips.

“I did what was best for Treviso,” they argued. “Who else would have done what was necessary? That troupe of fools in the casino? They would have provoked the Antaam to slaughter. The kind they carried out in every other Antivan city they crossed! I gave them the Crows, so they would not take the rest of the city. I gave them an inch, so they would not take a mile.”

“How’re the Antaam holding up their end of the bargain, Governor?” I questioned. “Not too well, from what I’ve seen. And now they’re working with the gods. You didn’t prevent slaughter. You just postponed it,” I spat back at them.

“If you hadn’t killed the Butcher—”

“Someone else would have. He decided he wasn’t their pawn anymore. The gods would have killed him. And then you would be ruled by someone much, much worse.” I put my hands on my hips.

“You should have been a politician, Rook,” they gave a disbelieving chuckle. “Instead of… well. Whatever it is you are, besides an annoyance. But this city is mine. We need a real leader. You know who else wants a leader? The Antaam. And if someone plays the role they want, they are very accepting. They also understand that bringing order to Treviso requires the purging of disruptive elements that cause nothing but chaos. So go to Tearstone Island. Have your little showdown with the gods. Fight your pointless battle. And leave this city to me.”

I flipped him the bird, shouting up to the rooftop. “For how much you despise the Butcher talking, you sure like to listen to yourself. Suck a cock, Ivenci. Though maybe that’s how the Antaam got here in the first place.”

“You little—”

“Let’s go, guys,” I said, turning away from him and walking back through Treviso to the Diamond.

Every movement pained the wound in my gut, but I ignored it. Lucanis was watching me, I could feel his gaze. We would talk later. Right now, I just needed to get to Teia and Viago so I could go home and pass out for a few days.

“Why would you— I said to make poison not this… slime,” Viago said, irritated. “Idiot, have you learned nothing?”

I saw a younger crow standing in front of Viago and Teia. “Oh hush, you’re too hard on her,” Teia said.

“She needs to learn,” Viago replied.

The girl with maroon hair and blue eyes looked between them. “I think poison might not be my strong suit,” she said.

He cut her off, clicking his tongue. “It will be. Go practice until it’s perfect. You wouldn’t be able to poison anyone with… this,” he said with disgust.

“Sorry, Viago.”

Teia put a hand on her shoulder as she spotted us. “Ah, good. You’ll get it, dear. Come see me later, I’ll give you some pointers.”

Viago scoffed and rolled his eyes. “You’re too soft.”

I smiled at the girl as I passed her, and her eyes went slightly wide. “You’re Rook, right?”

“Yeah,” I said. “I didn’t know my name was so popular.”

“Of course it is, you saved the city!” She exclaimed.

I tilted my head. “What’s your name?”

“Niamh. Niamh de Riva,” she told me.

“Viago’s protegee?” Lucanis asked, running a hand over his beard. “I’d heard he took you in, I didn’t realize… So much time.” Lucanis sighed.

I frowned, putting a comforting hand on his arm. Niamh looked between us before glancing down at her failed science experiment. “You’re bleeding!” She said quickly. 

I put a hand over my wound. “Not anymore, I’m fine.” I glanced up and saw Viago scowling at Niamh, and I chuckled. “You better go before Viago has my head for keeping you.”

“Oh, right,” she rolled her eyes. “He’s more likely to have mine, don’t worry.”

“It was nice to meet you, Niamh. I look forward to seeing your perfected poison,” I winked as she scampered off, laughing a bit.

“You’re amazing,” Lucanis said quietly, squeezing my hip. I felt my cheeks warm, and I walked over to the two Talons.

“Ivenci is the traitor. He sold Treviso out to the Antaam,” I told them.

“It makes sense now. Every decision they made shows it,” Teia said.

“The other officials of course know nothing,” Viago replied.

“Of course. I’m surprised they even remember the governor’s name.”

“The Butcher’s dead,” I said.

“And in his place is the traitor we knew was lurking. And the Antaam fell in line?” Teia questioned.

“Ivenci is apparently playing the role they want,” I told her.

“The Governor has given them a clear purpose. They were more cunning than I thought,” Viago said.

“Something always bothered me about Ivenci,” I said, crossing my arms carefully over my chest.

“Many things bothered me about Ivenci. Yet I did not spot the most important one,” Teia said with hands on her hips.

“This wasn’t a failure,” Viago told me. “You gave us the name we needed.”

“The hand that leashed Treviso. The Butcher was the mouth, but the hand was Ivenci all along,” Teia said. “They think they have power in the Antaam, and a network doing their will.”

“But we have the face of our enemy.”

“Ivenci will be in hiding, so we will hound their Antaam and make them desperate.”

“When the governor shows themselves again… we end this,” Viago finished.

“We’ll stop Ivenci,” I affirmed.

“The gods. Did you learn where they will be?” He asked.

“Tearstone Island. Ivenci confirmed it before they left,” I said.

“We know the time to face Elgar’nan and Ghilan’nain approaches, but it will not take us long to find Ivenci,” Teia told me.

“You have been our ally through all this. It would be an honor to have your help against the Governor again,” Viago said. It was high praise coming from him. Especially after seeing how he interacted with his protegee.

“We’ll let you know when we’ll make our move,” Teia told me. “And after that? Treviso will be free.”

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The trek back to the Lighthouse was slower than I’d have liked. My ribs throbbed with every step, a constant reminder of the glaive that had sliced through my armor. Taash had given me a once-over when I healed myself just enough to stop the bleeding, but we both knew I needed proper bandaging before the night was through.

The debrief felt like a blue. Viago and Taash went back and forth, strategizing the next steps while Teia murmured her agreement from the corner. Lucanis stayed uncharacteristically quiet, his hand brushing mine once when I swayed slightly on my feet. I glanced at him, but his face was unreadable, his gaze fixed somewhere beyond the room.

By the time conversation wound down, exhaustion had sunk into my bones. I excused myself with a weak smile, heading to the room I’d claimed for myself in the Lighthouse. It wasn’t much, but it was quiet, and for the moment, that was enough.

I eased the door shut behind me and leaned heavily against it, letting out a shaky breath. My hand drifted to my side, fingers brushing against the sticky remnants of blood where the wound had reopened slightly during the walk back. I grimaced and began unbuckling my armor, wincing as each piece came free.

The soft sound of a knock startled me. I straightened as best I could, clutching my side. “Come in,” I called.

Lucanis pushed the door open, stepping inside with a healer’s kit in hand. His brow furrowed as his gaze swept over me, taking in the discarded armor and the bloodstain seeping through my undershirt. “You should’ve told me it got worse,” he said, shutting the door behind him.

“I was going to take care of it,” I said defensively, though the sting in my middle begged to differ.

He shook his head and stepped closer, setting the kit down on the small table. “Sit,” he ordered, his voice gentle but firm.

I sighed and obeyed, perching on the edge of the bed. Lucanis knelt in front of me, his hands deft as he opened the kit. 

“You’ll need to take off your shirt,” he said without looking at me.

Heat crept up my neck, but I nodded, tugging the hem of my shirt over my head as carefully as I could. The motion sent a fresh wave of pain through my ribs, and I hissed softly, biting back a curse.

Lucanis’s jaw tightened as he took in the wound. “This should’ve been wrapped hours ago,” he muttered, pulling out a roll of bandages and a small vial of salve.

“It wasn’t exactly convenient at the time,” I said dryly, though the sharp edge of sarcasm fell flat when his fingers brushed my skin. His touch was surprisingly gentle as he cleaned the wound, the cool salve soothing the sting.

The silence between us stretched. I couldn’t help but notice how close he was, the faint scent of him---leather, smoke, and coffee---filling the small space. His hands moved with practiced ease, but his eyes flicked up to meet mine, and the intensity of his gaze stole whatever words I might’ve said.

“I didn’t like the way he looked at you,” Lucanis said suddenly, his voice low.

I blinked, startled by the shift in tone. “Who? The Butcher?”

His jaw clenched, and he nodded. “The way he spoke to you. Like you were something to possess.”

I exhaled slowly, dropping my gaze. “I’ve dealt with men like him before. It’s nothing new.”

“That doesn’t make it right.” His voice was quieter now, but there was an edge to it, like the simmering heat of a forge.

I glanced back at him, my breath catching slightly as I realized how close he was. His hand rested lightly on my hip, steadying me as he secured the bandage, but the warmth of his touch sent a shiver up my spine.

“I don’t like people thinking they can claim you,” he murmured, almost too softly to hear.

Something in his tone made my pulse quicken. I searched his face for some kind of answer, but all I found was the same intensity that had always been there, now burning hotter.

“You don’t have to worry about me, Lucanis,” I said quietly. “I can handle myself.”

His lips quirked in a faint smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I know you can. Doesn’t mean I won’t worry.”

He finished wrapping the bandage, his hand lingering as he traced lines on my exposed skin below, sending shivers over me. He caught my eyes and pulled back.

“There,” he said, clearing his throat and stepping back. “That should hold for now. Just… don’t push yourself too hard.”

I nodded, reaching for my clean rest shirt. “Thanks.”

He turned toward the door, hesitating for just a moment before looking back at me. “Get some rest, Kalais. We’ve got a long road ahead.”

And with that, he was gone, leaving me alone with the lingering warmth of his touch and the steady thrum of my racing heart.

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The Fade crept in softly at first, moving like the tide---shadows stretching long and thin, shapes warping and curling in ways they shouldn’t. Then came the feeling. That familiar pull, a tug in my gut like I was a puppet on a string, or a dog on a leash being led forward.

And I don’t know how, but I knew.

“Rook,” his voice purred from somewhere behind me. Low and full of that mocking purr I’d grown fond of.

I turned slowly, meeting the glowing purple form of Lucanis, a familiar form in this unfamiliar place. Though he rippled as though there was chaos beneath, claws and jagged angles that flickered out of sight. He grinned upon seeing me.

“Hello, Mischief,” I smiled, taking a few steps forward. “You dragged me here, didn’t you?”

He tilted his head, the motion almost animalistic, and began circling me in that slow, deliberate way of his that he used to study me. “Dragged?” he echoed, feigning hurt. “No, no. Called, maybe. You---” He gestured toward me, his hand flexing idly. “You bring yourself here. To me.”

“I did?”

His grin widened as he stepped closer, the Fade around him bending and twisting like it couldn’t decide how to hold him. His gaze darted over me. “You let him touch you.” His eyes narrowed and his grin faltered. Spite’s voice was clearer in the Fade. His sentences more complete.

“Who?” I asked. “Lucanis?”

Spite scoffed, shaking his head as though the name itself annoyed him. “No. Him. The Butcher.” His voice dripped with venom, and his form flickered, growing darker, his fingers twitching. “He looked at you. Spoke to you like…” He growled low, sharp and guttural, as though words weren’t enough to express his anger.

I blinked, for once unsure of what to say. “Mischief, I didn’t have a choice. I had to meet him—”

“No! You always have a choice,” he snapped, cutting me off. His voice cracked with something I couldn’t place, something raw. “You let him think… he could own you. He doesn’t get to look at you like that. You’re—”

His voice broke off, and his hands twitched again. “You’re not… his.”

I stared at him, his anger filling the space between us, oppressive and suffocating. But beneath it, I saw the confusion, the flickers of something else he didn’t understand.

“Spite,” I said softly, stepping toward him. His form shifted, pulling back slightly, but I pressed on. “Why does it bother you so much? That he looked at me. Spoke to me.”

His hands flexed, the crease between his brows deepening as his face curled in discomfort. “Don’t ask me. Don’t… do that.” His voice wavered, though he forced a growl to cover it. “I don’t know. I don’t know!”

“You don’t know what you’re feeling?” I asked gently.

He sneered, though it lacked its usual sharpness. “Feelings. Stupid things. Useless. They don’t… they don’t fit.” His voice grew quieter, almost lost. “But I—”

He stopped, turning his head sharply as if looking away might stop the words from spilling out. “I don’t like it. When you hurt. When they… when they try to hurt you.” His voice cracked again, and his hands flexed uselessly at his sides.

The ache in my ribs seemed small compared to the heaviness of the space between us now. “Mischief,” I said stepping closer still. “That’s not useless. That’s… that’s care. You’re feeling care, maybe even love. It’s complicated, but it’s not bad.”

He scoffed, his grin returning, though it was forced. “Love? Ha. No. I don’t… No.”

“It’s okay to feel new things,” I told him quietly, taking his hand. “It’s part of you now. Part of who you’ve become.”

He tilted his head again, his grin faltering. “Care,” he repeated, like he was testing the word on his tongue. His fingers twitched in my grasp. “For you?”

I nodded. “For me.”

He didn’t speak for a long moment, the smoke of the Fade drifting off of him into the darkness. “Stupid thing,” he muttered finally. “Stupid you. Always making this… mess.”

I smiled faintly. “It’s not a mess. It’s just… new for you.”

He scoffed again, his hands flexing as he looked down at where I held them. “New. Stupid. But…” His voice dropped, quieter than I’d ever heard it. “You shouldn’t hurt. Not like this. Not… ever.”

The admission landed between us like a fragile thing, and for once, I saw something softer beneath the sharp edges of him. Something even he didn’t fully understand. 

“I’ll be careful,” I said quietly. “I promise.”

His grin returned, warmer this time, and I saw a flicker of something less harsh in his eyes. “You better,” he said. “Or I’ll… drag you here again. Teach you a lesson.”

I couldn’t help the faint laugh that escaped me, though it was more tired than amused. “I’ll hold you to that, Mischief.” My lips turned up in a small smirk at the implications he probably didn’t even understand or even think about.

He said nothing, but I planted a kiss on his cheek as the Fade began to shift and pull away. As I drifted into the darkness, I saw fondness in my Mischief’s grin.

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Pandalily but as Achilles and Patroclus. Lily saves the Wizarding world and Pandora has to watch her sacrifice herself in the process.

Pandora is a seer of some sort, she sees people's fate by touch, the first time it happened it was with her brother Evan. She tried to convince herself it wasn't true, that it was some sort of unrational fear of losing her only sibling and her other half. Evan always hugged her after the bad nightmares, reassuring her that he'll never leave her, that he'll be always there to protect her.

She never has any friends as she grows up because she can't bear the idea of the weight a stray touch could bring her. But through the years at Hogwarts, she makes a friend without even trying to. They sit in silence in the astronomy tower, close but never touching, he doesn't like people invading his space and she can't however much she'd like to hug him whenever she sees his eyes welling up on some days, they begin to talk and talk, she eventually tells him and he doesn't look at her like she is a liar or a freak. The next day he brings her a pair of white silk gloves to wear, and he clutches her hand tight as she cries.

The she gets paired with a girl with eyes the color of bright emeralds shining under the sunlight, her red flaming hair swaying with the wind as she reaches for one ingredient or another for their potion. She smiles at Pandora the first day they're assigned together, and she only looks once at the gloves on her hands. She knew she was a goner the first time she laid eyes on Lily, and she also knew the girl was a forbidden flower Pandora was never meant to pluck, only watching it from afar unless she wanted to unleash the wrath of the earth. But she comes to her, and love her Pandora does, and she does not have to have the help of a measly touch to know that she will reach for the garden's most possessed jewel.

Lily kisses her, and she sees it all. Not just their ephemeral and juvenile love but she sees green light painting the sky and a child's wails that never stop haunting her ears. And for once in her life she clings to the last shreds of mortal humanity she has, she clings to the naive hope that she can challenge the wheel of fate, that she could cut the strings playing with the people she loves. They are happy, oh so happy, and she thinks if she loves Lily enough, she would not leave her for someone else, for if she doesn't there will be no green or piercing wails. She just has to love her enough to will her to life.

It turns out she can't, as much as she wants to open her heart and let it bleed and become one with the salt in the sea, to fill oceans and let the excess flood the earth, she can't love someone enough to let them stay. She falls down to the ground and holds lily's hands in her own, she begs her not to go, not to join the good side and for once choose her, choose life.

Don't go to Troy she screams, but she watches her walk down the aile to intertwine her fringers with another, every step stealing her away to the other side where a grimm reaper stands.

At least she has Regulus, he holds her cloth covered hands as she weeps, as she becomes a shell of herself he tethers her to the earth. Evan is also there, he promised he would never leave. She has them, and it might be enough, they might not fill the Lily shaped hole in her heart but they will be the warmth surrounding it.

First it is her baby brother who breaks a promise.

Then it's a black haired boy whom she had never even known the warmth of his touch.

And then she looks up to the sky one night and she sees the green she had loved years ago morph ito the coldest and scariest thing she has ever felt.

They all leave.

One by one they fall to the ground and Pandora is left alone, her hands cold and her heart forever frozen.

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Oppinion on some/any of the side charscters in tower prep?

My favorite is ray but thats more becauae of headcanons and theories the tv show didnt leave enough episodes for me to fully back up.

HERE WE GO.

i love the main four to no end, but the more i rewatched the show, the more i fell in love with the side characters.

my favorite character is actually emily wright. she just seems like one of the good ones. and she can't be that bad if she deals with gabe's shenanigans as his vp. she knew about their escape plan, but she wasn't a snitch (we know who that snitch was... welppp). i just think she's admirable.

i have a soft spot for fenton. he has that "i am who i am unapologetically" vibe. we don't know what skill he has, but i've heard it might be similar to cj's, just more honed. he's certainly not stupid, just different (maybe even different from the fringers), and i appreciate that about him.

the further you get into the show, i think the easier it is to warm up to ray. like, despite him and ian being at odds, he doesn't seem to be a complete jerk (i think we could deduce in the elections ep that he and emily were friends or at the very least acquaintances. so he can't be that bad). i think he just so happens to be depicted as the bully side character in "the ian show". the same with cal, tho i'm less inclined to trust him because of his disappearance and becoming a gnome.?!? i do like both of these characters, and they definitely deserve to get more of a background.

even norman who never actually made an appearance or penny who showed up for all of 5 seconds were fun characters to me. goodness, ross?? helping make chemica desin 2.0?! she only appeared in one ep but there are so many characters that they could flesh out.

and as a side note, adding more depth to each of these characters would have made it harder to figure out the "villain" of the week. we always had four or five new faces in each ep to figure out whodunnit. granted, it was the first and only season of the show, so it's not fair to expect that, but had tower prep been given more seasons... man, that would have been amazing.

we haven't even discussed any of the adults- headmaster, coach, art, history... and even nurse. cornelius tower and the man in the tunnels. AHHH i could keep going on and on. i'm sad we didn't see more of them. i didn't mind the mysterious air surrounding their backstories or motivations, it just made me more curious.

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Sixth chapter for @thunderandlightningstriketwice Thunder Legion Rarepair Week! Featuring Day 5: Red String of Fate, and a little surprise. It's not the last one!

For a moment, Freed considers lying to her, but in the end, he nods, softly tracing the red string around his fringer. "It has been pulling, lately."

"As if... It's time?" Carefully, she sits besides him, voice soft, as if she's afraid he'll run if she moves too fast. Like he's some sort of scared animal.

Rating: K+.

Pairing: Freed Justine/Midnight | Macbeth.

Tags: Hurt/comfort if you squint? Soulmate au (red string).