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The Last Straw

Description: What was the final straw that caused the Howard and Brenda to decide they needed to move somewhere Iris wouldn't know about?

AN: Hello! I am currently working on another Final Destination fanfiction but got sidetracked writing about this while working on that one lol. it was mentioned at the beginning that they moved after iris kept on sending graphic letters that got worse once they had children, so I came up with a small thing about it :) Hope you enjoy!

TW: Violence, gore, fluff, angst, death (not main characters), vomit

Word count: 2678

"Hey Darl," Howard immediately says when his sister picks up the phone, the exhaustion evident in his voice.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Darlene asks, concerned.

"We got more letters from Iris." Howard states, glancing down at the papers on the kitchen table and then walking out into the garden, not wanting to risk his 6-year-old son overhearing their conversation.

"More? God dammit." Darlene mutters, her tone immediately changing.

"It is just as bad as when Erik was firstborn, with the obituaries and graphic letters. I didn't bother looking through after I realised what they were." Howard brushes a hand through his hair and slumping against the bench, his anger and pain at his mum just as painful as it was when he was a child.

They both sit there in silence, understanding the mixed emotions each other has.

"Thanks for the heads up," Darlene finally responds. "I'll make sure to throw it out once it arrives. I know Marty is someone who ignores stuff and tries to be optimistic, but I don't think I could handle even trying to read something like that so soon after having Stef. It was bad enough remembering the shit she sent beforehand and after she found out Erik was born."

"Dad's death really messed her up," Howard utters, recalling on a time where he used to think his mum was incredible, with her blonde hair and kind eyes. She always tried to turn negative things into positives, and spoke in a soft tone - even if they were in trouble. It is hard to remember her like that now.

Suddenly a terrified scream rips through the air, coming from inside the house.

"I've got to go," Howard says quickly to Darlene before hanging up, immediately recognising his son's terrified tone, causing him to race back to the house and through the door.

As soon as he steps inside, he sees Erik standing in the kitchen, frozen stiff and staring at the letter from Iris.

"Erik, are you alright?" Howard asks, wrapping his arms around his horrified son, his face as white as a sheet, his eyes wide with terror.

"I didn't mean to look," Erik sobs out, the warm embrace from his dad snapping him out of his shock. "it had fallen off the table. I didn't mean to look."

Howard glances at the pile of paper on the floor, noticing the breeze from the open window causing them to flutter harmlessly.

"Shh, it is alright sweetheart, you're alright." Howard tries to comfort Erik, rocking them gently side to side. As Erik continues to sob, Howard's concern and confusion begins to grow - with Erik being so young, it is hard to imagine him being able to fully understand the graphic details with Iris' typical use of complex words.

Making the quick decision, Howard lifts Erik into his arms and takes them away from the kitchen and into the living room, allowing them both to curl up on the sofa, Howard desperately trying to soothe his distressed son.

They sat there for over an hour, with Erik's sobs slowly quieting as he becomes too exhausted to shed anymore tears. Howard kept his son in his comforting embrace, rubbing his hand gently against his back in a soothing manner. While staying calm on the outside, inside his mind was racing with fear, with having his cheerful and energetic boy cry himself into a state of exhaustion in his arms.

"Are you able to tell me what happened?" Howard finally managed to murmur softly, only to feel Erik tighten his grasp on Howard's shirt, shaking his head and burying himself further into his shoulder.

At that moment, Howard hears a key in the door, signalling Brenda arriving home from visiting her friends with Julia. Stepping inside, her arms gently wrapped around their 1-year-old daughter.

"Hey, what's happened?" Brenda asks once seeing them on the sofa, her smiling immediately shifting to worry at seeing her child - who normally rushes to the door to greet anyone coming in, so full of life and energy that even in sleep he cannot stand still - laying so still in his father's arms.

She rushes over, gently setting Julia in her play-pen, before kneeling down beside the sofa.

"Hey," Howard responds, slightly shaking his head at her, not wanting to cause Erik to become distressed once more, "hey buddy, why don't you stay with you mum for a minute, can you do that for me? I will be right back, I promise."

"I could do with a cuddle from my little boy," Brenda softly encourages, running her hand through her son's dark hair. Erik stays laying against Howard for a moment longer before nodding softly, moving himself carefully with both of his parent's guidance into his mum's warm embrace. Brenda immediately wraps her arms around his small form, glancing up at Howard in concern and slight fear, before kissing Erik on the forehead and slowly starts to sway.

Heading back into the kitchen, Howard passes by Julia, pressing a soft kiss against her head as she coo's up at him. Once stepping into the kitchen, he immediately grabs the fallen letter - the pages all in a messy pile.

Flicking through them, he notices the typical pages in Iris' writing, the cursive written messily along the multitude of papers - as though her mind is going too fast for her pen, too desperate to get all the words out. With how challenging it is for him to read, even with being so familiar with her writing, Howard knows there was no way Erik would have been able to understand what was written. Moving onto the newspaper articles and other pages, he finds different obituaries and articles dedicated to unnatural deaths all over the world. While these were much easier to read, Howard knows that the graphic details were kept out of the articles, and nothing that would cause such an extreme response from his child.

It wasn't until he came to the rest of the pages that he knew exactly what had terrified his son. There laid copies of police reports and crime scene photographs of violent deaths. Howard stares in horror, baffled at how Iris even got her hands on the classified documents, especially with being so isolated from the world. He knew where she now lived, having once drove there himself once he became an adult, a helpless attempt at seeing if she has changed or ever recovered from losing his dad.

Glancing over the images, he stares helplessly at the images, knowing the common pattern of the victims being young. Two teenager girls, burnt alive in malfunctioning tanning beds, another having been torn apart on train tracks. The amount of images continued, from a woman being torn apart by a bear, a man being crushed to death by a piano. The images captured every detail.

The worst of all, was the photos of the two children - a set of twins the same age as Erik, according to the police report, who had lost their parents a few days previous. Their remains of their bodies laid side by side, the eldest, the young girl, laying over her brother, a desperate attempt to save him from being crushed to death. Howard feels bile rising in his throat, staring at the little bodies, their blood splattered around them, soaked into the white carpet below them, their remains twisted unnaturally, making it clear that whatever crushed into them shattered their broken forms - at least making it a quick death.

Rushing to the bin, he feels his stomach twist as he ends up throwing up, the image of the children burnt into his mind. Once recovering, he quickly rushes outside and lights the barbeque, setting the papers upon it and stands there - watching as they turn to crisp, before pulling out his phone.

Upon looking at the screen once more, he notices the multitude of texts from Darlene, full of concern and worry at his sudden departure and lack of response. Calling her back, he stares helplessly at the pages at the fire quickly consumes them.

"Howard! What on earth happened? Is everyone okay?" Darlene's worried voice snaps him out of his thoughts.

"Erik accidentally saw Iris' letter." Howard states, his hands shaking as he tries to explain, tears beginning to build as the reality of what his son saw hits him.

"Shit... I mean, he couldn't have understood everything Iris said, surely? He is only six," Darlene replies, the worry for her nephew immediately hitting her.

"It wasn't just her usual fucked up letters, Dee, she sent fucking images from crime scenes and police reports. The letter blew off the table at some point and Erik picked it up, only he found the photos and... god," Howard feels his throat tighten as his mind recollects the images, "she sent photos of so many dead people, including children."

"How the fuck did she get her hands on that?" Darlene gasps in response, her eyes flickering to her daughter, who was playing near her.

"I don't know, but this one picture was a set of twins Erik's age... I don't even know if he saw it or one of the other ones. He has been crying nonstop since then and hasn't said a word." Howard feels his tears roll down his face, terrified for how this will impact his little boy.

"Fuck," Darlene murmurs, her heart breaking for her brother and nephew. "Do you still have the letter?"

"No, I just burnt it." A tense silence fills the air before Howard rubs his hand down his face, quickly forming a plan. "I need to get back to them. Would you mind giving Brenda a run-down if I ask her to call you? I don't want to leave him alone right now, and she needs to know."

"Of course," Darlene softly responds. "Let me know how Erik gets on?"

"I will - thanks Dee." Howard hangs up and puts out the remaining flames before heading back inside. Going back into the living room, he finds Erik, still resting in his Mum's arms, though sitting on the floor with both Brenda and Julia, his focus on his little sister who is busy playing with her soft toy.

"Everything alright?" Brenda asks Howard, noticing him in the doorway.

Howard shakes his head. "Would you mind quickly calling Darlene? it is important."

Brenda nods, confusion evident on her face, "sure, are her, Marty and Stef alright?"

"Yeah, they are alright." Walking over, Howard sits down beside Erik, wrapping his arm around him and slowly coaxing him over to let Brenda stand up to call Darlene.

"Kiki!" Julia's joyful cry breaks the tension, allowing Howard to see a small smile form on Erik's face.

"I think she want's you to play with her," Howard states, trying to hide his anguish at what happened.

Erik looks nervously between Howard and Julia, only for her calling out "Kiki" once more, winning him over. He moves over to her, grabbing hold of Julia's favourite dolphin plushie and passing it to her. Erik had won it for her on a claw machine when they went to the beach a few months ago, and she rarely goes anywhere without it.

While watching his children play, Howard notices Erik glancing around a lot, checking that his dad was still in the room and that there was nothing happening around them. In particular, he kept on glancing up at the ceiling.

Hearing Brenda walk back down the hallway, Howard gets up - causing Erik to snap his attention towards him, his eyes full of fear.

"Hey, it's alright buddy. I just need to speak to your mum for a moment, alright? We will just be in the hallway, I promise." Howard reassures, going over and brushing his hand through Erik's hair. For a moment he hesitates, before nodding and turning his attention back to Julia, quieter than he has ever been before.

Stepping into the hallway, Howard immediately notices Brenda and brings her shaking form into his arms, his heart breaking at the sight of his beloved so hurt by his mum's actions.

"Is he alright?" Brenda whispers, cautious of small ears hearing them.

Howard shrugs, "I don't know. He still isn't speaking, but he isn't crying anymore."

"The pictures Darlene mentioned..."

"I burnt them. My god, I have no idea how she got a hold of them but they were... I don't think I will ever be able to forget what I saw."

"And Erik saw them-" Brenda cut herself off, her throat tightening.

"I believe so." Silence rings out, only broken by the gleeful cries from Julia as she continues playing - too young to understand what was going on. "We need to move. You don't need this stress, especially while being pregnant, and Erik has now been caught in her mess. Iris went too far - and I am so sorry."

"It isn't your fault," Brenda reassures, pulling back slightly and resting her hand on Howard's cheek. "You are not to be blamed for your mum's actions. I agree though, we should move. We will manage, okay? We won't let her ruin our family. We will find somewhere, and if Erik did see those pictures, then we will find him a therapist. We won't let her harm us, and Erik will be okay because we will make sure he is."

Howard nods. "What did I do to deserve you?" he asks, relieved at Brenda's quick thinking.

As the rest of the day passed, Howard and Brenda noticed how Erik clung to their sides, only leaving to get ready for bed, running back into the front room as soon as he was done. But still, not a single word left his lips - even when saying goodnight to Julia. Instead, he just wrapped his arms around her, kissing her lightly on the cheek, watching as Howard set her small body into her bed.

"She will start to walk soon," Howard mentions to Erik, seeing if he could coax him into a conversation. But still, he got no response.

By the time Erik's bedtime came around, Howard knew it would be difficult. Glancing at his son, his small body curled up underneath his arm, his spongebob pyjamas contrasting his downcast expression, Howard makes a quick decision.

"What you saw in that letter was very scary, wasn't it?" Howard asks quietly, feeling Erik tense up underneath his arm before sharply nodding, his fingers fiddling with a loose thread on the end of his sleeve.

"I know you didn't mean to look, and I am not angry at you for picking it up. I didn't know what was in that letter, and it was very scary." Howard pauses, trying to think of how to phrase things in a way that will help Erik understand. "My mum, your grandmother, is a very sick person. When I was a little boy - not much older than you - my dad passed away. When he did, she became very unwell, and unfortunately that led to her hurting me and your Auntie Dee. She doesn't mean it, and did not mean to hurt us with that letter, but sadly, she does. What was in that letter will not happen to us, okay? We are safe here, and your mum and I will not let anything happen to you, Julia or the baby in your mum's tummy, okay?"

Howard presses a soft kiss against Erik's dark hair, feeling Erik nod in understanding at Howard's words. "How about you stay in our room tonight?"

At his words, Howard immediately feels Erik slump over in relief, his fear of being away from his parents leaving his body. Howard keeps his arm wrapped around his son as he guides him to bed, Erik's exhaustion hitting him all at once, forcing him to struggle to keep his eyes open. Laying down and under the covers, quickly joined by his parents - both of whom on either side of him, he manages to fall asleep, the safety of his parent's embrace making him feel guarded by whatever may come.

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Finally did the skull cavern mission at the cost of my sanity

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The Role of a Big Brother

I am currently obsessed with final destination bloodlines and desperately wanted to focus on the family bonds among the characters - but especially in this one scene with Erik and Julia. This took longer than intended to write as I kept on rewatching this scene to get the dialogue and details for the characters accurate lol. Hope you enjoy - I have some ideas for other scenes as well to expand on if this one goes well!

(If you saw this uploaded briefly before it was finished, no you didn't lol tumblr decided to glitch and post half way through when I went to save it to my drafts ffs lol)

there are no exact ages for any of the characters so I went with this:

Erik: 25, Julia and Stefani: 20, Bobby: 19, Charlie: 18

TW: violence, death, grief, blood, angst

Word count: 4319

---- 2005 ----

The sound of Erik's trainers against the gleaming white hospital floor's echoes along the corridor as he jumps about excitedly next to his Uncle Marty.

"Erik, I know you are excited, but you need to wait a moment - can you come and stand here, please?" His uncle asks, unable to stop his smile as he watches his small nephew.

"But it's taking ages!" Erik grumbles, before slumping against the fall next to his uncle and begins to chew against his already destroyed sleeve - the dark blue fabric already tearing.

"It won't be long now, your Dad is on his way, and then you will get to meet your new baby sibling."

"Will they be as noisy as Steffie?" Erik asks, looking up at his uncle, having stayed over the past couple of nights and having been around his cousin who was born a few weeks ago.

Marty chuckles, finding it adorable how quickly Erik gave her a nickname, "most likely, I'm afraid. It is just what babies do when they need attention as they can't speak. But soon enough they will be as big as you are now, and you will be able to play together."

At that moment, Howard pushes open the doors further down the corridor - his smile growing even larger at the sight of his son.

"Dad!" Erik cries at the sight of his Dad, rushes towards him and throwing himself into his arms, glad to be with his Dad after not seeing him for the past few days.

"Erik! How is my little man doing, hey?" Howard asks, easily picking him up tightly.

"Good, I missed you and mum though. Is she okay?" Erik asks.

"She is alright, just very tired. Have you been behaving for your aunt and uncle?" Howard asks, looking at Marty as he walks closer.

"Yeah! I even helped Auntie Dee with Steffie!" he responded, causing both men to chuckle.

"He has been as good as gold, Brenda and the baby okay?" Marty asks.

"Yeah, labour went on longer than expected, but everyone was okay luckily."

"Good," Marty responds, "anyway, I best be off now, Dee is still recovering, and I don't like leaving her alone for long. Let me know if there is anything else I can do for you."

"Thanks' for everything Marty, seriously." Howard responds, taking Erik's spiderman backpack off his hands.

"I'll see you soon, okay Erik? Thank you for helping us with Stefani, it has been lovely having you over."

Erik unlatches himself from his Dad to quickly wrap himself around his uncle's legs, before watching him leave.

"Come on bud, you've got someone very important to meet," Howard states, taking Erik's small hand into his own.

They walk through the halls, reaching a wooden door. Howard crouches down next to Erik, laying his hands gently onto his son's face, "when we get in there you are gonna have to be really good for me and make sure you aren't too loud okay? Your mum is very tired and hurt, and your baby sibling, much like your new cousin, can get scared easily by new things."

Erik nods his head rapidly in excitement, "I'll be good dad - promise! Aunty Dee and Uncle Marty can tell you how good I was with Steffie, even when she was crying!"

Howard chuckles, before running his hands through Erik's black hair and knocking on the door and walking inside.

"Mum!" Erik calls, walking quickly towards his mum who was laying in the hospital bed, her blonde hair shining in the sunlight from the window as her head snaps towards him.

"Erik! Oh how are you sweetie, come up here and give me a cuddle." Brenda responds, unable to stop her smile at the sight of her eldest child. Within an instant he climbs on the bed, gently wrapping his arms around her. Brenda wraps her arms around him in return, watching as Howard goes over to their newborn.

"How would you like to meet your baby sister?" Brenda asks softly.

"I have a sister?" Erik asks, shooting up and turning his attention towards Howard, who returned to their side and sat down carefully beside Erik on the bed. Within his arms, there lied the small baby - with small strands of golden hair sitting upon the crown of her head.

"She is so tiny," Erik whispers, his eyes unable to leave her form, "can I hold her?"

Howard chuckles lightly, "of course, you remember how your aunt and uncle showed you how to hold Stefani?"

"I do!" Erik responds, his legs kicking back and forth in excitement as he holds his arms out, watching carefully as Howard places his little sister on his lap.

"This, Erik, is your little sister Julia." Brenda states, her eyes filling up with tears at the sight of her children as she shares an emotional smile with Howard, who carefully rests his arm around Erik and holds her hand.

"Hi Julia," Erik whispers, staying perfectly still as she shuffles slightly, her eyes opening and staring up at him.

"As her big brother, it is your job to look after her," Howard states.

"Like I do with Steffie?" Erik asks, glancing up at his Dad before looking back down and letting Julia wrap her hand around his finger.

"Exactly," Howard chuckles, "while it is our job as your parents to look after both of you - we can't always be there. It is your job as her big brother, and in Steffie's case, her eldest cousin, to make sure they are okay when we are not there."

Erik nods in agreement, "I can do that - I promise! I will be an amazing big brother!"

Brenda and Howard share a laugh, "I know you will baby," Brenda replies, soaking in the sight of her family.

---2025----

Exhausted, Erik heads down the street - his body aching from the chaotic fire that erupted at the tattoo parlour the previous night. While the medics gave him the all clear, with his leather jacket paying the price rather than his flesh, it did not mean nearly having his septum piercing ripped out due to his boss' shitty interior and falling into fire didn't hurt like hell. Erik, while furious with his boss - especially as he didn't even bother coming back to the shop once the police were able to get a hold of him, is too exhausted to truly fight about it. He only went as a favour and to try to take his mind off of what happened to his dad - the sight of his dad's face being shredded by the lawn mower being forever burnt into his mind, with chunks of flesh sprayed around beside his skull and his eyes turned into mush.

Desperate to push the memory out of his mind, Erik focuses on the orange juice in his hand - his only energy booster until he can collapse onto his bed after explaining everything to his mum, albeit with a lot of the danger cut out to reassure her that he was okay. She hasn't been able to do anything but cry these past few days, with barely having the energy to get out of bed - especially after Stef dragged them all downstairs the day after his dad's funeral to tell them how they will all die. Erik scoffs, still feeling annoyed at his cousin's behaviour. From barely speaking to them since going off to college, to coming back saying that death is coming for them and that he is going to die - right after choosing to use his dad's death for attention? He doesn't even know what part of Stefani's actions has pissed him off more.

SREECH

Suddenly, his mind is snapped out of his wandering thoughts as a car slams into his legs - forcing him onto the hood.

"Ow!" He exclaims, looking up through the window, only to come face to face with the terrified faces of his cousins. "Are you trying to kill me?"

"Erik?" Stef's muffled exclaim of surprise immediately causes him to be reminded of his annoyance towards her once more.

"Oh, yeah no, of course it's you," Erik groans, slapping the roof of the car and turns back towards the pavement as he tries to ignore how the pain in his legs has increased. As he takes a sip of his orange juice, he hears the car doors slam shut behind him.

"Dude," Charlie exclaims, causing Erik to roll his eyes in frustration, "we heard about the fire, we thought you were dead."

"I'm fine," Erik responds, turning back around to face them.

"Oh my god, are you okay? I was so worried about you," Stef rushes out, immediately grabbing onto his shoulders.

"Yeah, the firefighters said I was lucky as fuck that I was wearing that leather jacket, I barely got burned." He explains with a slight smile, wanting to reassure them if they already got the news that the whole place burnt down. That, and they would be easier to reassure than his mum. "Ruined my favourite jacket though."

Stef picks up his arm, quickly noticing the wrapping around his forearm, "what's this?"

"Oh!" He exclaims, "yeah, check it out."

Erik quickly pulls back the gauze to reveal his new tattoo and the - very painful - heart shape that is now burnt into his skin. "I got branded! Sick, right?" He states, raising his eyebrows, trying to lighten the mood as he glances over to his youngest cousin, "You like it?"

Stef's concern and worry quickly turns to anger, "you said you were asleep."

"Well you were blowing up my phone like a goddamn stalker, what do you want me to do?" He retorts, his annoyance growing.

"No, I don't get it," Stef argues, "you should be dead." She turns to Charlie in confusion.

"Right, right, yeah," Erik responds, tilting his head up towards the sky to hide his growing anger at Stef, trying to push it aside to focus on getting back home to sleep off the terrible night. "Or, you know, maybe," he begins as he wanders into the road to try and get away from them as he tries to play it off with a smile, "maybe death's not actually coming for our family. Because that would be fucking crazy."

A van screeches past right behind him, so close the wing mirror brushes against his hair, unrelenting in its pursuit down the road, with it's only acknowledgement of the near accident being the blaring horn.

"Jesus, shit!" He yells, his heart races out of his chest at the close-call, just wishing this day was over with. He looks back to his cousins, seeing the terror and panic etched clearly on both of their faces.

"Or maybe I'm invincible?" He jokes, hating to see such fearful looks on their faces. He chuckles, backing up and getting back onto the pavement - knowing with his luck they will follow him and continue Steffie's pursuit - but at least they will be off the road and away from any more reckless drivers.

"Erik!" Stef cries, her footsteps quickly racing after him with Charlie's following, "Erik!"

"Yeah," he responds, focusing on his house down the street and trying to ignore Stef's rambles about death until he has had some sleep.

"Erik wait, stop! Just wait, okay?"

"Hm." he hums in response, trying to brush off Stef's fixation on his death.

"Just because death didn't kill you last night doesn't mean that you're safe." Stef glances up at the tree, noticing the tree trimmer leaning against the branches. "Stay away from that tree trimmer!" She cries, grasping hold of Charlie's arm and pull him to the other side of her and away from the trimmer.

Erik looks over towards in and purposefully slows down, "ooh," he mocks as he scuttles past - focusing purposefully on the tree trimmer while doing so, "oooh, gonna move on it's own Stef is that what it's gonna do?"

"I-it could fall," she stutters, trying to rationalise her thought process and worries. "And stay away from those kids."

Erik glances over at the kid's lightly kicking the soccer together, the ball barely leaving the concrete, "I'll take my chances."

"Stef," Charlie begins, his concern for his sister's wellbeing growing, knowing that she hasn't been okay since returning home from college. "How's a couple of kids with a soccer ball gonna kill him."

Erik mindlessly listens to their conversation, finishing off his orange juice and chucking the carton into the open bin - understanding why Charlie is encouraging Stef's beliefs about death coming for them. He knows how much he missed his older sister, with Charlie often coming to visit them, asking if they had heard from her, or if he could hang out with them. With her suddenly being back for a while, it makes sense to Erik for Charlie to join her in this disturbing crusade as it means he gets to spend time with her once more, especially with how close they were before Stef went to college.

"I-I mean, I don't know, the trimmer could fall and hit the leaf-blower guy which causes him to... blow stuff into the kid's eyes and then kick the ball into his face." Stef blurts out, her mind racing as she tries to piece it all together.

"Woah, woah, woah," Erik sarcastically beings, turning around, mockingly serious as he faces his cousins, "a soccer ball to my face? That does sound deadly." He glances down to the concrete, trying to maintain a straight face. "I should be more careful."

Finally reaching the driveway, Erik notices Julia leaving the house about to start her usual morning jog.

"Hey," Julia calls, looking up from her phone.

"What's up." Erik responds, his exhaustion evident in his tone, knowing he is so close to being able to finally go to bed.

"What happened to you?" Julia asks, the news about the tattoo parlour having not reached her yet - much to Erik's relief.

"Charbroiled by death apparently," he jokes, showing her his new tattoo and burn mark.

"Kiki," Julia softly says, the familiar nickname causing Erik to feel slight guilt settling in his stomach at causing her to worry. "That look's really bad."

"Yeah, it's fine." Erik quickly reassures her - letting her grab hold of his arm to look over the burn, knowing she would be even more worried if he told her about the jacket and how close it was to being much worse.

"No, wait - let me see that." Julia responds, refusing to let Erik brush aside his burn mark - knowing that it is probably as bad as it looks and his nonchalance is bullshit.

"No, stop, stop" Erik teases Julia, slapping her hands away as soon as her finger goes near the burn, ignoring Stef beginning to press her hand against his back.

"Erik just stay away from the truck," Stef says, her eyes glued to the rubbish truck, backed up closely against Erik as though she was his shield.

Erik turns around, seeing the typical yellow truck slowly begin the process of emptying their bin. "Oh, what this truck?"

"Stop, stop," Stef panics, trying to stop Erik from walking backwards towards the truck, his carelessness causes her heart to race as she stands frozen, watching him get closer to it.

"Oh my god," Julia mutters, glancing at Charlie in annoyance that Stef is continuing the belief that death is after them after seeing how much it upset them so soon after just losing their Dad.

"This truck right here? But it's such a beautiful truck!" Erik states, ignoring Stef's pleas as she continues to try to get him away from it.

"Please, please just listen to me for once," Stef calls out - her worry evident as she glances between Erik, who turns around and begins to mockingly kiss the truck, "please, stop, stop," she stares intently at the metal arm grabbing the bin, glancing over at Erik, as though it may break and hurt him, "don't touch... Erik get away, stop."

Erik continues to ignore her, becoming more dramatic to wind her up, "you like that?"

He glances over his shoulder, seeing the slightly-disturbed and deadpan expressions on his cousins and sisters faces, before looking down at the tyre, "oh my god," he smacks the tyre, "uh oh!" looking back over to see Stef finally stop worrying for a second, with both her and Charlie looking mildly uncomfortable instead while Julia is busy on her phone.

"Oh Erik is tempting death again," he calls out, purposefully staring at Stef as he jokingly rubs his hips into the tyre, "what's gonna happen?"

"Stop doing that!" Stef snaps, more disturbed and angry at his mocking than worried.

"What's gonna happen?" Erik mocks with a grin, dancing towards Stef and pointing directly to the truck, just as it begins to drive off, "nothing at all."

"Wait, just please," Stef tries to explain.

"How about that." Erik states, just wanting to go to bed, his frustration at Stef growing by the minute as he walks towards her, wanting to get in the house.

"I am just trying to help you-" Stef is cut off, accidentally backing up into Julia, who was focusing on her phone.

"Okay," Julia startles, tucking her phone into her pocket,

"I swear to god," Erik mutters, "try less."

"Yeah, honestly, we are so done with your garbage," Julia states, tucking her earbuds into her ears as she begins off down the road.

Hearing Julia's response, Erik feels proud, knowing how much it hurt Julia when Stef went off to college and continuously blew her off and ignored her messages after being as close as twins with their birthdays only weeks apart. He had seen her cry on multiple occasions from Stef's actions once going to college last year, hearing her question his parents, Uncle Marty and Charlie whether she did something or if she found others she preferred spending time with there.

Trying once again to head towards the house, Stef turns towards him and quickly stops him once again, "can you please-"

"For the fifteen hundredth time," Erik snaps, his anger at Stefani finally blowing up, "no one gives a shit about your silly little death curse okay. So take a hint and leave us alone, because death's not coming for our family."

Julia's shrill shriek of surprise echoes around them, cause Erik to snap his attention towards his sister, only to see her body falling straight into the rubbish bin and emptied into the truck.

He freezes in shock, only for Stef pushing past to snap him out of it. He races towards the moving vehicle, ignoring the pain in his body from the fire and focuses on trying to get to his sister.

"Julia!" He cries, noticing Stef race towards the ladder while Charlie follows after him. He slams against the truck while Charlie tries to yell for the drivers attention - desperate to try and get the driver to notice them.

The truck's compacter begins to whirl into action, his heart pounding in his eardrums, his heart dropping into his stomach at the sound as he pushes himself to move quicker - the terrified and desperate screams from his little sister filling the air.

He reaches the passenger side of the truck, unable to open the door due to the lock. He slams on the window, yelling at the driver as he tries to get his attention, only to realise it isn't working and using the adrenaline coursing through his veins to push himself towards the front of the truck.

"Woah, woah! Hey, stop!" He yells throwing himself in front of the truck, uncaring about his safety as he desperately tries to save Julia, "stop!"

The truck comes to a screeching halt, however the sound of the compressor continues - alongside Julia's terrified screams.

"My sister's in the back!" He bellows, barely able to hear anything more than the the whirring compressor and Julia's scream turn into screams of agony, the blood curling cries filling the air just as he races around the other side of the truck - only to suddenly go silent.

Erik feels his body go numb as the adrenaline is replaced with dread, his heart pounding uncontrollably as his little cousin's screams of horror fill the air, still clutching tightly onto the ladder and Julia's arm.

The engine for the truck turns off, though Erik knows it is too late - his baby sister is dead.

He was too late.

"Charlie, go back to the house," he utters, desperately wanting to shield his youngest cousin from this, "now Charlie!" he pushes, not wanting him to linger around here anymore.

"Oh- oh god, what have I done. I didn't... I didn't know she was there..." the driver stutter's out, collapsing to the floor as he gets out of the truck and realises what happened.

"Call 911!" Erik yells towards the driver before forcing himself to climb up the ladder, his legs shaking from adrenaline as he focuses on getting his cousin down.

"Steffie," he murmurs once close to her, trying desperately not to look into the truck. Her sobs racks through her whole body, her hand still tightly holding onto Julia's.

He gently wraps his arm around her, with taking hold of Julia's still warm wrist, purposefully ignoring her blood now on his hand and on Stef. "You need to let go, okay? We need to get off the truck."

Stef shakes her head, words unable to leave her mouth as sobs uncontrollably rip their way through his body. "You must Steffie, we need to get down." Slowly, he is able to coax Julia's dismembered arm out of Stef's grasp, laying it down on top of the compressor as though it was made of glass.

Slowly, he is able to begin to get them both to climb down the ladder, but not before he catches a glimpse of what remains of his little sister. All that is visible is half of her skull, with her jaw having being crushing in half. Her eyes, frozen in fear and bulging out of their sockets - the once green eyes now bloodshot, with blood oozing from them. Blood splattered around her, and running from her nose onto the few teeth that were not destroyed. The rest of her body would be lying in the back of the truck - mixed with the typical waste from the street, reduced to nothing more than a bloody mess, as though she was just as insignificant as the orange juice carton he threw out moments ago in the same bin she fell in.

Clenching his eyes shut, ignoring the burning in his eyes as tears uncontrollably began to form as he focuses on getting Stef to the ground. As soon as they reach the ground she collapses to the floor, her anguished sobs racking though her body and she curls up against Erik, his arms wrapped around her tightly as he tries to comfort her.

Distantly he can hear the driver behind him breaking down while on the phone, stumbling over his words as he desperately tries to explain the situation, his guilt overwhelming him as he realises what he done.

Erik clings tighter onto his cousin, tears running down his face without his control. His heart clenches painfully as his gaze focuses unseeing on the ground, his mind struggling to wrap around the knowledge that his baby sister is gone. He can still hear her screams echoing through his mind, the pain and terror of her last moments forever imprinted in his soul - knowing that he was not quick enough to save her from her horrific fate.

His little sister was gone.

His little sister who used to follow him around with Stef, begging him to play with them.

His little sister who wanted to be just like him, to the point of cutting off her hair to match him when she was four.

His little sister who used to love bragging about her tricks on the trampoline and her skills at just dance, always roping him into contests.

His little sister who loved painted his nails and testing new styles and designs on him first.

His little sister whose first word was "Kiki", and always looked up to him and relied on him.

He was meant to look after her. That was his job, he was her big brother. And yet, even though he was inches away from her, Erik was too late and wasn't able to do anything. He failed her.

Suddenly, Erik hears footsteps racing towards them, Stef still inconsolable in his arms, as he looks up to see his Mum and little brother, both wearing matching expressions of distraught and disbelief.

"No..." Brenda manages to croak out, realising the truth when seeing Erik and Stef's crumbled forms on the road, "not my little girl, not my Baby."

Darlene quickly catches up and wraps her arm around Brenda just as she lets out a blood-curling scream, her agony at losing her daughter causing her to collapse to the floor. Darlene looks over at Erik and Stef, disbelief and horror in her eyes as she quickly realises the truth behind her own mother's beliefs about death being true.

Erik continues to watch the remains of his family as they fall apart, Bobby still staring at the truck, terror and distraught apparent on his face as he gently tries to comfort his mum, leaning against her with his hand pressed against her back. Charlie stays standing beside Darlene's, tears streaming down his face as his arms wrap around themselves, trying helplessly to figure out what to do.

"My little Julie, she can't be gone, tell me it's not true, please, Erik, tell me it's not true." Erik hears his mum pleads, guilt building in his lungs, powerless and unable to try to help or comfort her in anyway.

He failed his little sister, and she is never coming back.

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dads trash talk at the egg festival

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Woe, realistic Junimo be upon ye

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sebastian <33

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Something about the Legendary Fish.

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The dog needs affection, ma'am. Not that you'd know much about it

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The Jojamart Junimo

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more stardoodles i finally got around to finishing

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Mermay? Luvey? Heck yeah i won't miss this chance for them

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Sweet Bianca

Description: The destruction of Skalitz feels so long ago, but now that Henry is finally able to rest, he realises he never fully had time to mourn for anyone besides his parents. Now within the safe walls of Rattay, it all begins to catch up with him.

Word count: 3266

My first kcd fanfiction :) I also posted it on ao3, but wanted to share it with the rest of my fanfiction as well. Hope you enjoy!

'Mutt!' Henry calls, watching his loveable hound run about the stalls in Rattay, 'Come here, boy!'

Mutt runs over, his tail wagging aggressively behind him in his glee. Henry, unable to hide his fond smile, immediately reaches down and rubs Mutt's head.

'Good boy,' Henry softly murmurs before heading towards the apothecary.

Once inside, he quickly gets to work refilling his potions, making sure he has enough marigold decoction just in case his father sends him off to deal with any issues outside of Rattay. While he believes that Henry won't need to for a while, Henry would rather be prepared - especially with how often he has been running about these past few months. 

Getting lost in his thoughts, he mindlessly works his way through the potions - only to freeze when the sudden fragrance of belladonna sends his mind back to his girl in her red dress. 

Bianca.

Henry quickly drops the potion vial and removes the cauldron from the flames before slumping against the wall. He closes his eyes tightly, feeling a tightness in his throat form.

Why am I being reminded of you, now of all times? Henry ponders, his heart clenching in his chest, before looking over the cauldron and realising that he was automatically making saviour schnapps. 

Even before they became a couple, she always went out of her way to make him some. Even with having learnt the recipe off by heart, Henry could never replicate Bianca's.

At that moment, the door flies open.

'Henry! I was just looking for you,' Hans exclaims with a wide grin before stopping short at seeing Henry's troubled expression, 'are you alright?'

Henry nods his head shakily, 'it is nothing, sir. What is it you needed?'

Hans continues to stare at him, before stepping into the room and shutting the door behind him, 'Nothing important, what is it you are doing?'

Henry looks over at Hans, watching how his brow furrows in concern and how his hands twitch, as though he wants to pull Henry closer, but is aware that anyone could burst in at any minute.

'Nothing important? The world must be ending if the Lord of Pirkstein deems his desires as unimportant compared to the tasks of a humble blacksmith's son,' Henry teasingly replies, trying to push aside the memories.

Hans chuckles, though the concern doesn't leave his eyes, 'what sort of Lord would I be if I didn't care for my subjects wellbeing?'

'Well, I am fine, just restocking my potions,' Henry gestures towards the cauldron, his small smile falling when he looks at the belladonna, 'if you need something, I can do it later, I've done the most important ones anyway.'

Hans watches Henry before shaking his head, 'It is alright, I won't pull you away from your work. I am going to the tavern tonight, so come and find me once you're finished.'

Glancing at the door, Hans quickly cups Henry's face, kissing him softly.

'Alright,' Henry murmurs, unable to stop his smile, before watching Hans leave. As the door shuts behind him, Henry turns back towards the cauldron.

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Making his way outside, Henry lights up his torch, idly scratching Mutt's head, before staring down the street towards the tavern. As much as he wants to spend time with Hans, the idea of the tavern turns his feet into lead. In Skalitz, it was where everyone went to spend time with one another after a long day of work. He remembers the late nights he spent with Matthew, Fritz and Matthias chatting away; the hours spent flirting with Bianca and watching her work in her father's tavern, waiting for the few hours she would have spare to spend time with him. He remembers the night before the attack on Skalitz, how he and Bianca sat beside one another in front of the fire, getting up every so often to dance together - no matter how bad he was at it. She always loved dancing with him, having helped teach him before they were together. She laughed off every mistake, her soft brown hair swishing about with her movements, her sweet smile rarely leaving her face. 

Henry stands there, feeling his throat tighten once more, the lights in Rattay becoming blurry through the tears he quickly blinked away. Making the decision, he walks away from the taverns and heads to Han's room, knowing that there are very few guards stationed around the castle to become suspicious.

Without any hesitation, he enters the room, lights the fire and strips out of his clothes - idly noticing his scars in the firelight - before climbing into Hans' bed, feeling too warm to sleep in anything aside from his underwear.

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All Henry can see is red, watching as fire consumes the linden tree, his parents' rotting bodies lying amongst the roots.

'Henry...' his Ma croaks out, her decaying arm lifts helplessly towards him, her blood dripping down onto his Pa, 'help us, Henry.'

'Ma!' He cries out, helpless and unable to move.

'Why won't you help us, Henry? Why are you leaving us?' She cries out, sobs wracking her broken body, barely able to lift herself off of her husband's decaying corpse.

Henry desperately tries to move, his legs feeling as though they are stuck to the ground; he stands there, forced to watch his Ma desperately plead with him for help.

A sudden crack burst out over the roaring flames. Henry looks up, only to watch as burning branches begin to fall from the Linden tree, burying his parents amongst the burning remains. He stares powerless, hearing his mother's screams of agony before his parents are consumed by the flames.

Finally, his legs become unstuck as he falls to the ground before scrambling down the familiar path to the main part of the village, racing past his dying neighbours, their screams and cries for help echoing around his head. Bursting into the tavern, he is greeted by the sight of Bianca sitting at one of the tables, staring out of the window.

'Bianca,' he mutters.

'Why did you leave us, Hal?' She asks quietly, her hands brushing through her father's hair, his corpse lying on the floor next to her chair, blood running down his chin and onto his intestines, having spilt out from the attack. 

'I didn't want to,' Henry pleads, forcing his legs to move closer to her.

'I called out for you; I tried desperately to get to you, but you left,' her shoulders shake with her sobs, 'I loved you so much; why did you leave me behind? What did I do wrong?'

Henry reaches for her, his hand shaking as he watches blood begin to soak the back of her dress.

'I did love you; I still do. I didn't want to leave. I am so sorry,' Henry whispers.

She turns to face him, blood pouring from her mouth, her face covered in dirt and tears, 'I didn't die at the tavern, you know. I died on the path going towards your home. I remember hearing your parents near me as they were cut down, but I don't remember you being there. You found me near the tavern though - not that you spared me any thought before or after you returned to bury your parents. I know I can't compete with your love for them, but how can you expect me to believe you ever cared when you didn't spare a single thought as to what they did with my remains?'

Henry stares in horror, guilt pooling into his gut, unable to speak.

'Henry, wake up!' A familiar voice cries from outside, drawing his attention away.

'Don't forget about him the way you forgot about me, Hal,' Bianca whispers, staring at Henry as tears continue to streak down her face.

'Henry, come on, wake up! It is just a nightmare; wake up!' the voice calls again, just as everything around Henry fades into black.

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Suddenly Henry shoots up, choking on sobs as he wakes up - unable to recognise his surroundings.

'Henry! Breathe for me, love. It's alright, come on,' he hears next to him, feeling someone wrap their arms around his shoulders and pulling him into their chest.

God, Bianca, I am so sorry, Henry thinks, sobs racking his body.

'Shhh, it is alright, breathe, Henry,' Henry hears once more, soon realising it was Hans.

After a little while, Henry is able to get his breathing under control, too exhausted to cry any more and able to focus on Hans' heartbeat thumping against his chest.

Henry pulls back slightly, noticing how Hans' arms linger around him, his care and worry evident. 

'Sorry,' Henry manages to croak out, reaching for the water on the bedside table, resting his other hand on Hans' hip, unwilling to be far from him.

'Sorry? What are you blathering on about? You have nothing to be sorry for aside from not meeting me at the tavern like you agreed,' Hans retorts, baffled. Hesitating, he watches Henry drink before reaching out and wiping away some of his tears, caressing Henry's face, 'do you want to talk about it? You haven't been acting well for weeks now,' Hans stomach clenches tightly in fear, 'is it because of the wedding?' he whispers, as though saying it any louder will cause Henry to break down once more.

Henry looks up at Hans, noticing the fear and worry in his eyes, 'it isn't to do with the wedding,' Henry reassures him, placing the water back down and reaching back for Hans, though staying far away enough to see his face in the firelight, 'It's about Skalitz. I guess, now we are back and finally getting a break from everything, it has finally hit me. Not just the loss of my parents, but... everything else.'

Hans nods, his shoulders slumping in relief as he leans against the headboard, tugging Henry back with him as they sit on the bed, 'anything in particular about Skalitz? You were calling out for someone called Bianca.'

Henry shakily nods his head, 'she was my girl. We were together for over a year, she worked at her father's tavern.'

Hans nods in understanding, 'is that why you never got with that woman at the mill?' Noticing Henry's look of confusion, he continued on, 'when you first got here, you sometimes mentioned spending time at the mill with the girl who saved you. I always assumed she wasn't interested.'

Henry smiles slightly, 'Theresa and I have only ever been friends. She was Bianca's best friend, actually.'

'What was she like?'

'Kind,' Henry immediately responds, 'she always went out of her way to help people around Skalitz. She knew everyone well due to growing up in the tavern, especially after her mother died during the birth of her baby sister. Her father wasn't the same after losing his wife and newborn daughter, so Bianca and her brother picked up more of the work around the tavern. She always went out of her way to make me Saviour Schnapps, even without me asking for any, and whenever she went into the forest to collect herbs, she always brought back extras for my Ma to use. My Ma taught her, actually, about some different potions to use for injuries and illnesses - with us being a small village, we didn't have an apothecary, so everyone turned to my Ma for help. My Pa and I were definitely in need of her help with how often we got injured at the forge. She was always smiling and trying to think positively,#; it caused a lot of people to underestimate how smart she was.'

'She sounded like a wonderful person,' Hans responds quietly, watching as Henry nods in agreement.

'She was; I didn't deserve her.'

'I beg to differ,' Hans responds, baffled by Henry's response, 'you also help people out. I have heard people all over Bohemia praising you for your deeds, and don't even get me started on how recklessly you will act to protect those you care about.'

Henry shakes his head in response, 'maybe now, but that doesn't change the fact that I left them behind. I didn't even think of Bianca at all until I found her body outside of the tavern when I returned to bury my parents. The way she was lying... she couldn't have died in that position. I left her there, and they defiled her body.'

Hans stares at Henry, his heart breaking as he watches Henry blame himself without any hesitation.

'Is that what your dream was about?'

Henry nods, 'it started off with my parents, like usual, with me watching them die. Only this time I ran to the tavern. She just kept on asking why I left and whether I ever loved her. I don't blame her for thinking it's true - it wasn't until today, when making my own saviour schnapps that I remembered her. She smelt of belladonna with how often she went out of her way to make me some.'

Hans, unable to handle Henry's guilt any further, climbs into his lap and, grabbing his face, forces him to look at him, 'listen to me Hal, you are not at all to blame for what happened in Skalitz, do you understand? You ran because it was your only option. By doing so, you were able to buy yourself time to get revenge and help those who did make it out gain their freedom. If you didn't run, you would have died there as well. Many of the survivors of Skalitz would have died without your help, and many people all over Bohemia would have suffered if you were not there to help. Jesus Christ, I would have died - many times - if it was not for you. The war has been causing issues for months now, with this being the first time in ages that either of us has been able to take a break. I may not have known the girl, but I can guarantee that she would rather you live than risk your life in battle by letting your mind wander to her. You are not to blame, Henry. Their abhorrent actions have nothing to do with you.'

Henry rests his head on Han's shoulder, wrapping his arms loosely around his hips. He knows, deep down, that everything Hans was saying was true. From helping Johanka treat survivors to getting reinforcements for Suchdol with Sam. It doesn't stop the guilt from festering though, especially as she never got buried, and all he had was the ring Theresa gave her. 

Hans leans down and softly kisses Henry's head, wishing there was a way to end Henry's turmoil, 'will you be able to go back to sleep tonight?'

Henry shakes his head lightly, turning his head to the side, looking at Mutt lying by the fire, his eyes staring back at Henry.

Guess you understand how I feel, Mutt, Henry thinks, remembering the Butcher's remains and how Mutt stayed by his side until the others turned up, do you often think about your old master?

Thinking back, he can recall multiple times where Mutt finds his way to the butchers in new villages, and he always visits the Rattay butcher whenever they travel past.

'Henry?' Hans asks, causing Henry's attention to snap back towards the golden haired man.

'I think I'll just stay up and read a bit. I don't think I'll manage to fall asleep again tonight, but you should get some rest.'

Hans sighs softly before nodding in agreement, knowing just how stubborn Henry is, 'alright, but don't complain you are tired tomorrow,' he responds teasingly, causing Henry to crack a smile.

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As the weeks pass, Henry continues to have nightmares about Bianca. He never brings it up with Hans, not wanting to worry him, but he doesn't bring it up with Theresa either. They never really did talk about Bianca, even though both of them were so close with her. Once or twice he tried, but it felt as though the words got stuck in his throat. How could he ask her whether her closest friend's death haunted her the way it haunted him?

'Hal! I have something very important to show you.' Han's calls, bursting into the forge, smirking slightly as he admires the sight of Henry, drenched in sweat, as he worked.

'Sir?' Henry says, 'do I have time to clean up first?'

'Not at all, follow me!' Hans calls out, leading the way.

Henry rolls his eyes fondly before quickly following after him, walking past the tournament setup and heading straight for the upper castle gardens.

'What are we going in here for?' Henry asks, confused as he wanders through the doorway, only for the strong fragrance of belladonna to fill his lungs. He stops short, glancing at Hans before walking further in. Beside the rose bushes, rather than empty plots of land that were left abandoned to weeds over time, there sat bunches of belladonna.

'I know you don't have much to remember Bianca by, but I thought this might be a nice way to have a part of her with you,' Hans explains, anxiously glancing around the garden and back to Henry, only to realise Henry was crying, 'Henry? Oh heavens, I should have asked if this was okay. I am sorry, I can get rid of it, or change it, if you would prefer, please don't cry.'

Henry wraps his arms around Hans and, without a single care, crushes his lips against his, 'what did I do to deserve you? This is incredible, I... how on earth did you organise it all?'

Hans smiles in relief and brushes away Henry's tears, 'I think putting up with my noble ass means you deserve more than a part of the garden. It was easy enough to organise, I am the Lord of Pirkstein after all, and I wanted it to be something special. Not that Hanush knows that, he thinks I just have increased an interest in herbal remedies and potions after everything that has happened.'

Henry snorts at trying to imagine Hans trying to make a potion, 'I think you would have blown up the cauldron if you ever tried.'

'Well it is a good thing I am a noble then isn't it?' Hans retorts, kissing Henry once more, 'if it was anyone else, I would be furious. But I am more than happy to share your heart with Bianca. She sounded like a wonderful woman, and if these plants are anything to go off of, smelt amazing as well, especially compared to you and your inability to bathe.'

Henry quickly jabs Hans in the side, grinning, 'I do bathe, thank you. Not all of us live in the bathhouses or do so little manual labour that we barely sweat. Thank you, really though, for all of this. I can't even begin to explain just how much I adore you.'

Henry watches as Han's face turns red as he tries to hide his smile, 'all I ask is for you to tell me more about her. She was important to you, after all.'

Henry nods in agreement, glancing back around the garden, his mind drifting back to his sweet Bianca, remembering her dancing around the tavern on their last night in Skalitz, her grin able to light up a room, 'I will. You would have liked her, she never put up with anyone's nonsense, though she was so sweet that most of the time people never realised that they were being kicked out or being put in their place until hours later. She was incredible.'

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Couldnt stop myself from doing a version of this with Sebs and Sam from stardew hahahahaa 🤣🫶 (original is from milramemo on insta and x) and now that I have this out of my system back to requests of Seb villain >:D HEHEHE

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local chicken man gets roasted and then steals money from coworker (don't worry he doesn't actually take the dollar lol)

based on these treasures:

putting links to the original tumblr posts in reblog cuz i'm afraid tumblr will stop my posts from showing if i put links in em :/

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I did it!! I asked for his hand in roommate-age!

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sebbyyy... <3 <3 <3