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lottiesnotebook · 5 months ago

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need me some rook!cara & anders content pls.

"your OC’s doctor/healer talking about their injuries"

So the background everyone else will need for this AU is that in my heart, the Lighthouse's Caretaker is in fact Justice keeping an eye on his scapegrace daughter.

Anders & Cara 'Rook' Hawke-Laidir, parenting, fluff

@adainesjacket | @dadrunkwriting

"I cannot believe," Cara grumbles, from the nest of blankets she's been buried in since Treviso- since Minrathous- since she had to make a choice without knowing how much the world would end because of it, "that Varric snitched to my dad that I wasn't getting back to work."

"Varric?" Anders' brow furrows. "No, Justice fetched me as soon as I heard you were injured." He smooths a hand over her forehead like she's a little girl playing sick to get out of school, the cool brush of a dreamer's touch rather than the warm, callused reality of his hands.

He usually let her get away with playing sick, then. She doesn't think Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain will be quite as indulgent. One doesn't get to call in sick from the apocalypse, even with a cracked skull, three broken ribs and frostbite across half her body.

"Justice shouldn't snitch," she pouts, and he gives a forced laugh that does not disguise his worry:

"You sound just like your mother when you say that." His brow furrows as he unwraps her blanket pile to reveal her battered, bruised body that Lace and Bellara between them had manipulated into a night shirt. "Cracked skull, three broken ribs, frostbite… What have you been doing, to end up in this much trouble?"

"Fought a dragon," she says, attempting to sound casual, and failing. "A horrible, Blighted dragon. Probably way worse than the one in the Bone Pit you made up."

"That dragon was very real," Anders says, as he always does - this is one of their oldest games. She will pretend he's made up one of his adventures with her mother, and he'll raise source after source to refute it. "Ask your Aunt Isabela if you still don't believe me."

She blows a raspberry, then winces at the pressure it puts on her aching ribs. "Aunt Isabela would cover for you because it makes her look cooler."

Anders hisses in sympathy, presses down lightly on her ribs. "The same three you broke at Skyhold. I'm having words with that Harding girl-"

"Daddy," she whines, miserably reduced from twenty-one to twelve in a single blow. "You can't blame Lace for this one. She's the one who had to patch me up."

She'd been frantic, too, from what Cara's blurred memories showed her - so pale her freckles had stood out like stars as she tried to form a makeshift brace for her neck from the rubble of Treviso's market.

"And yet," he grumbles, "these things always happen around her. Varric too. Isabela should never have let you run off with both of them, it was asking for trouble." Cool magic flows from his fingers and she sighs in blessed relief as her ribs crack back into place.

"You said it was asking for trouble when I wanted to join the Lords in the first place," Cara pointed out.

"And you caused a diplomatic incident two years in!"

She shrugs, winces, and stops trying to shrug till he's checked her over more thoroughly. "And where do you think I learned that from?"

He sighs. "A point fairly made, which is why I can't ask why I find you in the middle of an apocalypse as soon as you're left unsupervised for five minutes."

"I'm not unsupervised!" she argues, though she realises the slur in her words is not helping. Her father's hands wrap around her skull, and there's a sickening crunch as the plates begin to reform. "I have Varric, and Lace…"

"Cara-hase…" He smooths back her hair from her face. "Look at you. If I could come here in person, I'd bring you home now. Maker knows Justice would if he could, and as for your mother…"

"I know," she sighs, letting her eyes flicker closed despite her desire to bask in the warmth of her father's closeness, even through the flimsy magic of a dream, "but I helped cause this mess, Daddy. I have to be the one to clean it up, don't I?"

Another hissing sigh through his teeth. "You didn't get that from me, did you?"

Her mind drifts back to a day long ago in Skyhold, when she'd learned the truth about their last day in Kirkwall - her mother's flight, her father's disappearance. She could have forgiven him for the Chantry, Varric had said, maybe even the lying, but he asked her to kill him, after the years she spent cleaning up after other people-

"No, Daddy," she murmurs, as sleep pulls her under, and wakefulness pulls him away from her, "You taught me that."

Healer's notes

Attending healer: Anders Laidir

Patient: Cara Hawke-Laidir

Diagnosis: Cracked skull, three broken ribs, multiple contusions, minor frostbite over 70% of the body, major frostbite in lower left leg.

Treatment: Magical healing applied to broken bones and worst contusions. I have left a tincture of embrium and Andraste's tears to be applied twice daily until the frostbite and the rest of the bruising fade. Please see the reverse of this note for the recipe.

Scout Harding, take care of my daughter. She still thinks she's immortal. I never want to find out she isn't.

#fic #dragon age #dragon age veilguard #anders dragon age #cara hawke laidir

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just-someone-who-likes-to-write · 5 years ago

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Prince Nuada x Angel!Reader (P.3)

(Requested by @blackwoodwinter : Hello! Could i request a story of reader x prince nuada, where the reader is naturally born human with powers & mutations that make her look like an angel. She also works in the BPRD alongside Red and Abe and when she first meets Nuada he mistakes her for a mythical creature, initially not liking her of betraying mythical creatures for humans, but she clearfies she is technically human and shows him little by little there is still good in humanity.)

Warning: None I guess.

Word Count: 2,888

Part1 Part2

It has been weeks since the resurrection incident, (Y/n) had recovered and has rejoined the investigation for the Gargoyle. During the said investigation, Nuada has been keeping an eye on the little human angel, which surprised some because he always showed nothing but disgust towards her and now he will not leave her side unless she expressed wanting to be alone. Of course, he was subtle about it, only those who knew him well enough noticed such actions. Hellboy didn't like the sudden interest the elf prince had in (Y/n), Abraham was between being hopeful that Nuada accepted her as a friend and worried that he was up to something, Liz and Nuala on the other hand had a pretty good picture on what was possibly happening but said nothing only acted when Hellboy needed someone to hold him back or poor Abraham who needed reassurance that everything is fine.

However, unlike what the girls were thinking, Nuada wasn't staying close to (Y/n) because he had feelings for her, but rather was intrigued by her and wanting to know what else she is able to do.

"Can you fly with them?" He asked one day when he caught her stretching her wings, his eyes mesmerized by the feathers that shone against the light.

"Uh… Yeah." She replied a bit startled since she thought she was alone.

"How high can you go?" He took a few steps forward to get a better look at (Y/n)'s wings.

"Well, the highest I went like… 60 story building." You answered self-consciously. Nuada raised a brow of bewilderment.

"Only 60 story?" He repeated confused. "Forgive my bluntness, but I believed you could go higher since your wings look strong."

"I might be." You said with a shrug.

"Might be?"

"Well, I never really went any higher than 60 stories." You looked around to make sure they were alone before whispering. "I'm actually scared to go higher."

"Why is that?" Asked Nuada in bewilderment.

"I'm just afraid that something might go wrong." You answered. "What if I went too high that I can't breathe anymore and lose consciousness and fall to my death, what if my wings got tired and cramped and caused me to fall to my death, or what if I got high enough that-"

"Bunch of human hunters would mistake you for a bird and shot you down to your death?" Said Nuada with a smirk finding (Y/n)'s imagination amusing.

"No, that would be a silly thought." She retorted before continuing. "I was going to say, that I would accidentally be pulled into a plane's engine without me being able to prevent it.

Nuada looked at her with wide eyes of amazement before bursting into laughter.

"Why are you laughing!?" (Y/n) exclaimed with a bright red face, Nuada continued laughing.

Nuada agreed to keep her secret on the condition of allowing him to help her get over her fear, which she reluctantly agreed to. When the weather was clear they would go outside where she would try and fly a bit higher, she would get scared after a few meters away from what she was used to but with practice, she is getting used to it. Of course, flying isn't the only thing he was teaching her. In the training room, he would teach her hand in hand combat and that she should not just depend on her wings. One day she came forward and asked him to teach her how to fight with weapons specifically with sword…that she already has.

"Tell me again how did you obtain such a weapon." Said Nuada as he stared at the sword in her hands that he dared not to touch, for even if it was naked to the human eyes he could sense the holy aura around it.

"It was found centuries by humans who passed it from one generation to the other, then from and organization to the other until it was settling beneath the Vatican vault." She explained. "I remember that we needed further information about a monster we were after, and such information can only be found in the Vatican. It was one of my first missions outside the country, Professor Broom is the one who insisted to take me along with them in hopes that by seeing me 'An Angel' that they would be a bit lenient on us, of course, Hellboy was forbidden to go along with us, so it was just me, the professor and a few protection agents…. I remember that while the professor was looking into the documents I felt a pull towards a locked room that to this day I still don’t know how did I get into without alarming anyone, all I remember is one moment I was standing on one side watching the professor work and then suddenly I was holding the sword in my hand while Vatican security was pointing a gun at me to let the sword go."

Nuada watched her closely as she told the story, her eyes shone slightly as she stared down at her sword.

"And what convinced them to let you keep it?" Asked Nuada pulling her out of her thoughts.

"It was the Pope." She continued. "He said that the sword found its owner. I still don't understand. Of course, there were a lot who objected on letting me keep the word, but the Pope's words were final."

"Does anyone know where the sword came from?"

"They don't know exactly where, each one just said a different story." She sheathed her sword back to her side. "But the one I follow was the one Professor broom told me, That millenniums ago, in the war between Lucifer and god, that an Angel must have lost their weapon causing it to fall on earth…. I'm still skeptical about it but I think the story sounds really cool!"

Nuada just stayed silenced and nodded at her.

Everything was going well for Nuada. Manning trusted him more which allowed him more freedom to even walk outside the building unsupervised, He got to know Abraham more for his sister's sake, and even his relationship with Red become of a friendly rivalry rather than pure trust and distrust, and even humans around him started to become less tense around him, going as far as greeting him in the halls when they saw him or ask him about her day. Everything was going well…until Manning called for an emergency meeting that everyone including the paranormal agents had to be present in it.

"His name is Hugo." Said Abraham as he presented the few blurry pictures they were able to catch on the digital screen.

The moment he uttered the name Nuada could feel his blood grow cold and his heartbeat slightly rise with nervousness. He did his best not to show it. He would be lying to say that he didn't expect to hear about the gargoyle again, but part of him still hoped that the beast would follow his advice and disappear for a few centuries before striking again. The prince tried to ignore the bang of guilt he felt when remembering his first encounter with Hugo and how he let him go. His eyes looked to (Y/n) who was concentrating on whatever Abraham was saying with a serious look in her eyes while her hand rests on her sword, ready to fight. Aside from guilt now he also felt ashamed because he deceived her. The Elven prince stared back into the screen trying to mask his true feeling with a nonchalant stare.

"We found the Gargoyle Coven and asked them about if any one of their members went rouge and they confirmed that Hugo was one of them, that he spent centuries complaining about the humans and even refusing to protect them from harm when they saw them in danger." A few murmurs were filling the room but were quieted down as he continued. "They cast him out of the coven after he not only witnessed the death of an innocent human family but helped the culprit escape."

"How horrible." Said Nuala with a sorrowful look. "What kind of creature would allow such a thing."

Nuada averted his eyes with shame from his sister, looking down at his weapon which he refused to raise against the gargoyle. He was now part of such a crime because he too let the beast flee undetected.

"Listen, we still don't know what is his weakness since every book we had said that gargoyles are invisible…" Said Red earning everyone's attention. "Except against one thing and its sunlight, when it touches them they turn to stone, it still doesn't mean they are dead, they just become immobile until nightfall. So our best option is to find him, tie him down until sunrise, and when he turns to stone we break him to pieces!"

When he said the last part he slammed his stone fist against the table breaking it.

"…Oops…" He said as he took a step back.

"You know Red.." Called (Y/n). "I was really admiring your plan, that you finally said something that didn't involve shooting something down, but then you go and do this."

Her remark made the people in the room laugh or giggle, except Nuada who was trying to figure out what to do and how. Because if they did manage to catch the beast he will blurb out that he had helped him escape, which will lose him to lose everything he has now. Respect, Trust, and loyalty. The humans would probably lock him back with no hope of a second chance, his sister would look at him with disgust… and (Y/n) would never want to be near him again.

No, he needed to do something and fast.

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"What is troubling you brother?" Asked Nuala as she entered his room.

"Nothing is troubling me." He lied skillfully.

He was in the middle of preparing for leaving with the others to look for the gargoyle. They had been informed of a large group of humans going missing around a specific area in the city so they planned to make different search parties each one lead by either Hellboy, Abraham, (Y/n), or him. His plan however was simple, slowly separate from the human group, search for a possible lead to Hugo, when he finds the Gargoyle he will convince him to leave the city. Nuala's eyes narrowed at her brother, who still has his back to her.

"I sensed how agitated you were during the meeting." She said with her arms crossed. Nuada paused for a moment before continuing his work.

"It was just the fact that I have to work with humans." He lied swiftly but Nuala didn't believe him.

"Brother…" She called timidly, he just hummed in response. "Did you do something you shouldn't have done?"

Nuala came forward to place her hand on her brother's shoulder in hopes of learning what he was hiding, but Nuada dodged her hand, which fell in mid-air. His sister froze when she saw the harsh glare he gave her.

"You are my sister, and I love you dearly… But…" He growled. "If you tried to read my mind again without permission, I'm afraid I won't be so kind."

He then turns around to leave his stunned sister in his room, her eyes wide because Nuada rarely becomes angry with her, but also because his action reminded her of when they were little, he would avoid her like the plague whenever he does something he shouldn't, like stealing pastry goods or breaking something valuable, but they were adults now and for Nuada avoiding her touch let alone give her such a glare means that whatever he was hiding was big, which makes her very worried.

"What are you doing Brother." She said to no one in the empty room.

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Nuada was wearing a cloak to blend easily with the shadows whenever a human was about to see him. From the device, in his ear, Nuada could hear the human agents talking among themselves whether it was a casual conversation or just stating what they were seeing as suspicious, only rarely did they talk to him, and when they do it is only to ask him if he is seeing anything. He had enough when he saw that in a couple of hours they will have to go back, so Nuada told the humans that he was going to search from the buildings surface to have a better look at the dark sky to catch the Gargoyle if he was by chance flying over them. they trusted him and just told him to inform him if he saw anything so they can inform the other groups and come to help him. Nuada shook the bit of guilt he felt at the blind trust that these humans have given him, and continued jumping form a building to the other, when he deemed himself far enough he used the fire escape to go back down and go somewhere a bit more open for the Gargoyle to fly in freely. Nuada had seen how big Hugo was, not to mention the length of his wings, knowing that he would need an open place to be able to continue his kidnapping easily, Nuada had led the humans to an area that was closed, to keep them away and safe.

He was walking on the side of the road looking up to the sky and keeping his senses sharp, to any movement near him. He kept walking until he reached a park. He was outside by the high iron fences, his eyes glanced to the lack of green graces, how the ground was filled with brown spots, most of the trees were dead or dying, even the children's ground was dirty and broken. A small bush of yellow flowers caught his attention, the flowers were growing on the small space between the iron fence bars, and they were slightly beaking out in the sidewalk. He didn't know why but he wanted to at least feel the small petals of the flowers, he knelt and reached for them but before his fingertips could someone called for him.

"Don't pick the flower!" A small voice of a little girl who was running towards him.

Nuada quickly took a step back and he tugged his hood down to assure that his face wasn't visible, but he still could see the little girl who was kneeling down to inspect the flowers. She then looked up to him.

"I'm sorry for scaring your mister." Her tiny voice said politely. He just nodded in response to show that it was alright.

Nuada watched as the little girl pulled out a worn-out plastic bottle which was filled with water. She opened the cap and proceeded to pour an amount that was obviously too much for the flower to absorb, but she did know that. When the bottle was half empty she stopped, and gave a satisfied nod at her work before closing the bottle again.

"There used to be a lot of flowers, but after last summer almost all of them died because no one was there to take care of them…" The little girl explained. "So I decided that do it myself!"

She gave Nuada, who was staring at her with interest, a big proud smile at what she just said. The prince couldn't help the small smile that graced his lips.

"What is your name little one?" He asked gently.

"My name is Sophie."

"Well, Sophie, I must say that what you are doing is admirable." He said sincerely. The girl titled her head.

"What does that mean?" she asked confused. He chuckled at her nativity.

"It means good." he explained as simply as he could. "What you are doing is very good."

The girl's eyes widened in realization before giggling, delighted to being praised by a stranger. He was still curious about something.

"Why are you watering them at night?" He asked.

"Oh, My mom grounded me today and I couldn't go and water them, so I sneaked out." She said as if she was caught doing something wrong… which she was.

"It is dangerous to go into the night this late you need to return home now." Nuada said in a soft yet stern manner. The Girl's smile dropped, replaced by a sad frown.

"B...But my flowers…"

"Your flowers can survive till morning and I am sure if you told your mother she will understand." He said. "But sneaking out late at night with no one knowing your location, now go home now, it's dangerous."

The little girl looked as if she was going to say something but refrained from doing so and she turned and ran away. Nuada as well turned on his heel to continue his search for the Gargoyle. However, Nuada failed to notice how the little girl stopped her track after she thought she was far enough from him, and when she saw him turn in a corner and disappear the little girl returned back to the park to tend to the rest of her flowers, disobeying the stranger's orders, believing that she will be safe enough to water a few more flowers.

Unaware of the glowing red eyes that are watching her from afar.

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I hope all of you enjoyed this part and will look forward for more.

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#prince nuada x reader #nuada x reader #hellboy the golden army #hellboy 2 the golden army

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ihappentolikefnafsurprise · 4 years ago

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Personalities: FNaF 1

I’ve been meaning to do this for so long, just never decided to sit down and do it. Probably because I keep getting distracted with other stuff. Feast your eyes (is that how it goes, I might be dumb). I spent a couple of hours on this, and let me tell you I never thought it’d be this difficult. But I’m proud of this, even if it may be cringe.

(oops they ended up being really long I think you can tell who’s my favourite character (hint they’re a robot))

Basically everyone in this group are buds. Sometimes they don’t get a long but they know how to not take it too far. I tried not to repeat cliches (Goldie being either really flirty or really shy, Chica being a cook, etc.). I mostly went off of what they do in the game and took the traits I liked.

Note that these are the personalities of the animatronics themselves, not the dead children. The idea is that they started off as just the kids but then they got their own lives and slowly developed their own personality until they were separate. I might give them some personalities later on, but right now I’m focusing on the robots.

Likes to be the boss

Freddy

Seems grumpy and unapproachable but he’s actually pretty nice

Scary when he scolds you though

He doesn’t even realize he seems grouchy

Can be pretty boring to hang out with

Unless you enjoy cleaning, dealing with Chica and Foxy, and reading in silence

Bonnie is the one he’s the closest to

(sort of because of Fredbear and Springbonnie being friends, they’re not copying they just happen to mirror it)

Loves hugs and uses them to comfort others

He’ll also use his music box

He’s good at comforting others with hugs

Hates the “don’t touch Freddy” rule

Has a really nice singing voice

He hums and sings when he’s bored or when he’s doing something

The cook of the group and he can make a good pizza

He makes thin-crusted pizzas because helth

He can’t eat so he’ll leave them in the fridge for the kids

Everyone’s baffled on how it got there but accept it anyway

He remembers all the children who come and loves them all very much

He likes to keep things tidy

When Chica’s made a mess in the kitchen he goes in to clean it

He used to scold her for it, but he’s given up

He picks up random items that the children forget with the intention of returning them

Straight up eats them

(He steps in the backroom or goes behind the curtain to get the toys out, children don’t need to see that)

He still continues to pick up toys even when he can’t go off the stage anymore, just a habit that stayed

Frustrated that the new employees just throw away the toys instead of putting them in the lost and found

Sometimes he plays the arcade machines on his own time

He likes to read

There’s no books though, so he just ends up reading manuals, newspapers that people leave behind, employee files, etc.

Until he secretly ordered a book series for himself

It took some convincing from the others

But he ultimately decided to because he doesn’t like the owner

Also the owner is really bad at actually managing the restaurant so he never noticed

Because of this Freddy often steps in from behind the scenes when things are really going wrong, like employees misbehaving

He sends an email to them and then he gives them a little fright when they come into work and they usually either quit or straighten up

He likes earthy tones like brown and beige because he’s boring

Bonnie

He comes off as nonchalant and uncaring

People think he’s angsty

It’s basically his whole persona when he’s on stage, he’s supposed to be the party pooper that doesn’t like parties but is eventually convinced by his friends to join and has fun

Off stage he doesn’t have that much of a presence

He can approach people just fine and isn’t really that shy

He’s just a quiet guy

Probably the best one to chill with because he’ll talk if you’re talking but he’s cool with silence and just enjoying each other’s presence

The type to laugh at his own expense

Has some dark humour and likes to joke around with Foxy, who also enjoys that humour

Secretly the mother hen of the group (despite being a bunny and a guy, he just fits mother)

Would laugh if you trip but then subtly watch you for injuries

If it’s an animatronic he can do some basic fixing

Doesn’t know anything about human first aid, but he’ll help where he can and call for help if he needs to

The type of guy to seem calm but there’s internal panic

If something seems kind of dangerous he’ll watch from afar

But if it’s too dangerous he’s the first one to shut it all down

Good at comforting others

Worries a lot and is probably the most cautious of the group

Very protective

It’s why he’s the first one to come to your door, he wants to make sure it’s no one dangerous (even though they’re like 400lb robots but sssh)

Hides most of his worrying, thinks he’d come across as annoying

Weak to puppy-dog eyes

Likes happy alternative music, but he’s open to almost anything

Plays the guitar by ear

Is pretty good, not legendary, but he experiments on his own

Can’t read sheet music

His favourite colour is red

Takes random pieces of paper like articles and anything useless and writes on the back of them like a diary, he keeps it hidden inside of the backroom in one of the Bonnie heads

Chica

Chaos incarnate

She’s a hyperactive kid that has trouble considering other’s feelings

Struggles with responsibility

Her favourite colour is green

Not at all good at comforting people

But she can listen while you rant and chime in or give you a distraction if you need it

“you wouldn’t believe the crap I had to deal with today”

“I wanna know everything!”

She’s actually the physically the strongest in the group

They’re all pretty strong, she’s just at the top

Mostly uses her strength to lift tables in order to make forts and playing around in the kitchen

Has broken many pans and lots of cooking utensils

Terrible cook

Can’t be left in the kitchen unsupervised for too long otherwise you run the risk of her starting a fire

Good at singing

Loves happy-go-lucky tunes

Radiates positivity

Doesn’t like the others being sad, but doesn’t know what to do about it

She’d probably get Freddy or Bonnie to help

Baby of the group (she is an adult though)

Has excellent puppy-dog eyes, only Freddy can stand them

Has trouble dealing with her own emotions

Tends to idolize or idealize people too much

Doesn’t understand what the outside world is like, or any of the problems that people deal with

I think that you gathered by now that she is not the mother hen of the group, even though she’s chicken

More like the kid sister that wants you to play dolls with her

Doesn’t like being alone and will find others to keep her company

Her feelings get hurt pretty easily

She can take a joke, just don’t be mean even if it is funny

Easily made happy by food

Tries to convince Freddy to make her pizza

When he doesn’t she’s like “fine then I’ll make it on my own”

Spends like a half hour trying to decide which pan to use and even more time getting the ingredients together

Freddy stops her before she can actually make anything, otherwise the whole place will burn

She’s easily distracted and tends to be absentminded

But if she finds something she likes she can sit there and do it for hours

Doesn’t like sudden noises, even though she makes them

Impulsive

Doesn’t play the arcade games, they make her mad

Foxy

The other chaos incarnate, he’s Chica’s partner in crime

If they were left in a room together all the tables would be smashed the chairs would be arranged to make a fortress

Tends to cause a lot of trouble so he gets put in time out often by the Freddy’s

Claims they’re being bums but they just want to keep the building intact

He sneaks away when they’re not looking sometimes and gets in even more trouble

Has the same dark humour as Bonnie

But he doesn’t laugh at himself

Actually a little self conscious

He’s a psychopath that enjoys exercise

When I say exercise I mean running and that’s it

He likes to pretend he’s either running away from or being chased by a huge monster

It’s one of the few things that can calm him down, just let him burn off some energy

Makes the others time him, but Chica usually gets distracted

Not a bad person, he just has a very hard time sitting still

He likes to draw

Carves little pictures into the floor of the cove when he’s bored

He’s running out of space though

If you give him a colouring book (they have some children’s colouring books and crayons) he’ll be calm up until he’s finished, then he’ll want to do another one

He also likes storytelling

Don’t ask him to write though, he doesn’t have much patience

Struggles with feelings of sadness

Misses performing for the kids

Most negative emotions translate into anger

Which will result in him trying to smash things and they others having to hold him back

Says things he doesn’t mean and does things that he wouldn’t do otherwise

He just can’t handle the emotion

Luckily he doesn’t get angry often

More often than not he’ll just pretend the negative feelings don’t exist, which also isn’t healthy

Out of everyone in the group he wants to go outside the most

He likes movies

There was a cheap VCR and tv in the boss’s office that’s now in the pirate cove

Somehow, none of the employees realized he took it

Either that or they just weren’t paid enough to care

He has like two movies he watches on repeat, it’s another thing you can give him to calm him down.

His favourite colour is blue, like the ocean

The true angsty one

Golden Freddy/Goldie/Fredbear

Spends a lot of time alone

Kind of a grump

Doesn’t like being bothered

He got the nickname Golden Freddy because that’s what the others called him when they first met him

It didn’t stick at all until the night guards that saw him called him that

Now it’s something the others call him to tease him, but they usually shorten it to Gold or Goldie.

He doesn’t really mind Gold or Goldie, but Golden Freddy kind of bothers him because it makes it sound like he came after when he’s actually the original

Doesn’t say anything though

Hangs out in the safe room, so the others can’t really get to him anyway

But they can yell through the door so there’s that

(I know it’s supposed to be invisible to them but they have life and stuff so they can see, they just can’t go inside)

He’s very sleepy

Spends most of his time sleeping or daydreaming

Doesn’t really miss performing

Says it was fun while it lasted but he’s fine with it being over

Though sometimes he eats his words when it’s daytime and the kids come

The cheering gives him the urge to come out and say hi even though he knows he shouldn’t

Misses being able to hang out with Springbonnie all the time

Springbonnie is there in the backroom with him, it’s kind of why he spends so much time in there

He activates sometimes, but he usually stays shut down to conserve battery

It’s pretty random

Springbonnie doesn’t know much about what’s going on, he never stays up long enough to get a full explaination

But he does try his best to keep his friend in high hopes

(I’ll be writing his personality later on, with FNaF 4)

There’s no way to charge him because the chargers are on the stage and the others can’t come in to help move him and Goldie’s not strong enough

And he can’t get up on his own

He likes being able to talk to him sometimes at least

Every now and then the others have to convince him to come out

He comes out on his own occasionally

But sometimes he shuts himself out completely and doesn’t realize how lonely he is, even if it is self-inflicted

The best way to get him to come out is knock-knock jokes, he loves them and the irony of it being through a door is just perfect

Likes even the cheesy ones

You can tell him puns or some well-constructed jokes too, he likes pretty much everything

He’s the grumpiest but he’s also the best at making others laugh

What can I say, he has a lot of time on his hands

When he does come out he hangs out with Freddy or Bonnie, the other two are too high energy for him

He plays the arcade games

He has the highest score, since he literally lives there and can play them whenever he wants

Likes the repetitiveness of some of the games

Even if he’s kind of a grump and a recluse the others respect him and come to him for advice when they need it

It’s sometimes stupid stuff like “where did my guitar go” and “quick help me hide Bonnie’s guitar”

He likes the colour purple

#fnaf #fnaf headcanon #fnaf headcanons #fnaf personalities #fnaf 1 #freddy fazbear #chica the chicken #foxy the pirate #bonnie the bunny #golden freddy

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smalltragedy · 4 years ago

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* ryan destiny, cis woman + she/her | you know kira blake, right? they’re twenty four, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, ever? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to babooshka by kate bush like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole lazily stretched out in a ray of light, daisy shaped irises and daisy chain braids, performing an intricate dance to move the ocean's waves thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is october 31st, so they’re a scorpio, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( james, 22, est, they/them )

hllo ive hd kira in my head fr a bit bt i also know ntohing abt her! this is me winging it even though i hv no right to <3 this is my third character maybe whose birthday is in honor of ella n coincidentally 2/3 of them r in this rp. yea im messy smirks sexily.

DEATH, GRIEF, DRUGS TW

mini playlist.

wuthering heights ;; kate bush / babooskha ;; kate bush / dreams ;; fleetwood mac / california dreamin’ ;; the mamas & the papas / lavender moon ;; haroula rose / time of the season ;; the zombies / after the storm ;; kali uchis / left hand free ;; alt-j / always forever ;; cults / wait a minute! ;; willow / your dog ;; soccer mommy.

statistics.

full name: kira blake

nickname(s): keely.

birthday: october 31st, 1996.

zodiac: scorpio sun, cancer moon, aquarius ascending.

mbti & temperament: esfp & catalyst / sanguine.

label: the ebullient.

sexuality: bisexual.

pinterest.

biography.

born to two original hippies which hs pretty much set up who kira is fr the rest of her life <3 the type of ppl who didnt like the boundaries of marriage n held off frm it fr as long as possible until theyd hd a spur of the moment elopement involving a celebrity impersonator at fannie’s <3 yea theyre lesbians lets go <3

nvr rly took things srsly until kira ws like 5 yrs old n then they were like ah gee ah fuck we probably shld probably settle settle. n they job hopped n worked many odd jobs until they found their footing in careers they liked n one of them probably does like. blown glass art. n the other prob fixes old computers n other ~vintage~ mementos of the past fr ppl.

they make a decent living n they live in delpinius heights n they try a few times fr another kid bt it nvr rly works out (raises an eyebrow. adopted siblings anyone?) n fr the most part kira as a child spends her time running around town and tugging on the hem of other’s shirts to ask them small favors (mostly to play a game with her)

often left unsupervised as a kid, bt not in the way tht her parents dnt care (bc her parents love her a lot a lot a lot like she is their world) bt in the way tht they simply raised her the way they were raised. running amuck all day n coming home jst in time fr dinner, front porch light always on, cat always waiting faithfully on their stoop.

pretty evident frm a young age tht kira’s mind saw things differently, in a different light - the world an array of light n mystery n sound n taste n sometimes those collided n created new experiences. prob hs some form of synsthesia bt dnt ask me which one yet. she’s a painting prodigy with an excellent understanding of color theory.

always ws known as a kind of like. rambunctious kid. a well meaning class clown who cld nt keep her mouth shut fr the life of her. grew up constantly with a yellow card beneath her name in school bt ws always well liked by her teachers n classmates alike.

jst a very bright child who did well naturally bt always ws turned more towards art.

feel like her parents very noticeably turned a cheek when she started smoking weed w the cool older kids when she ws 13. the type of person who wnts 2 b liked so bad she’d jump over a hurdle fr it. hs jumped over many hurdles n many fences n many other obstacles to be liked bt does it without breaking a sweat.

(edit: nw tht i think abt it hwevr i dnt think she does tht anymore i think while a bit of a mess atm she. likes herself. n doesnt rly want or need the approval of others anymore she jst does her own little thing. bt when she ws younger? she jst wnted 2 b friends w the entire world.)

nothing bad rly happened fr like. a good bit of her life. got into psychedelics at some point in high school n tht only heightened her artistic abilities. most of her high school art portfolio ws probably done while high bt <3 does it matter.

hd a high school sweetheart n they were pretty serious like. full on in love. a total believer of soulmates kira ws jst like. this is the one. there is nobody else i cn imagine my life with.

death tw

death tw.

death n grief tw // yea. sometime during their freshmen year of college. car incident. kira ws nvr the same though she’d like to pretend tht nothing’d ever happened. like theyd nvr existed. like she didnt plan out their entire lives together hiking thru hills n valleys n boating across various bodies of water n traveling together until they were old n wrinkly. end of death tw //

cld nt explain 2 u why kira hd bought a van n completely demolished it only to drain all of her savings remodeling it bt nw she lives in it by the beach. hd dreams of travelling the world bt cannot go long distances in a car without feeling sick. sees planes n feels envy. stopped painting fr a long time bt she’s started back up recently. took on surfing. told her parents tht it ws fine n tht she ws fine n theyre concerned bt shes always by the beach, her van rarely leaves. she’s trying her best bt its only been a few yrs n i think ppl cn sense tht shes jst nt the same cheerful girl as they once knew. end of grief tw //

anyways. tugs on my collar. tht’s kira! she lives on the beach n surfs everyday n is obsessed with daisies n is prob growing her own shrooms somewhere.

personality & facts.

always been very emotional n a little dramatic. nt a drama queen bt is a little messy n does not hv like. many rational thoughts up in there. very cup full or cup empty.

regardless though she hs an. overall reputation fr jst being. enjoyable to be around. her her little moments bt shes also pretty like. laidback. in a way. KDSHFSDLKHGHFLKSD

prob bc she smokes a lot or is often <3 on a trip if u know wht i mean <3

god. got obsessed with the 60s n 70s aesthetic at some point n hs not gone back evr. big fan of psychedelic rock. is a prodigy painter bt her life dream outside of traveling ws always to own her own record label. hs nt happened yet, maybe will never happen? works at a record shop though n does hide the good vinyls tht she wants away frm the customers.

very cheerful n usually uplifting n she doesnt like to b negative around others bt smtms she cnt control it n smtms thinks tht ppl r out 2 get her jst out of. anxiety. hs long bouts where she’ll sit in a still sort of sadness n then shake out of it n hop back into conversation like nothing’s happened bt. its fine we’re fine kira is fine.

shes not gullible or naive bt wants to believe tht everybody hs a heart of gold even if its false. keeps giving ppl second chances bc she hs a savior complex n thinks she cn change ppl.

is very into zodiac n will judge u by ur chart. knows everybody in town’s natal chart. even newcomers. it’s a little scary hw quick she finds this information bt its very important to her.

kind of like. into spirituality bt i wont lie its very surface level n a little superficial. learning tarot cards bt cannot fr the life of her memorize the meanings so smtms she jst makes up things on the spot. hs so many crystals she will not stop buying them.

i think a part of her is desperately trying to cling onto tht like. think positive. self care. msg thts super prevalent online without addressing or actually helping any of her problems. it is her flaw </3

hates to admit when she needs help. wld rather do everything herself.

head is a little in the clouds n her parents r a little concerned fr her bc shes nt rly doing much rn bt like. she jst needs time i think. shes jst doing her little thing.

does not give up on ppl easily she absolutely hates dropping ppl frm her life even if she grows 2 resent them over time which is bad bc she is bad at hiding when she is upset at someone or when she doesnt like someone.

like shes jst passive aggressive abt it n does not properly communicate <3

bt this is rare i think ... negative feelings abt other ppl

self centered bt not selfish if tht makes sense. she will do things fr others without a problem n sometimes trips over herself 2 do it bt at the end of the day i think she cares abt herself the most.

hs only been in love once bt hs hd many infatuations n many like. admirations n very surface level feelings. her body is a temple n she loves 2 b worshipped.

prob does fkn. beach yoga. probably vegan bt also maybe breaks tht every once in a while. almost noncommittal its hard 2 distinguish between her being carefree, not taking care of herself, or jst hving commitment issues? flaky or not? who knows.

feels jst a bit too strongly bt tries to contain it. jst full of multitudes or smth. idk. icon <3

like. cares bt doesnt care. does thinks tht r purposely self destructive n then acts like shes like. cool girl monologue frm gone girl. bt does it while being like peace n luv on earth x

ok thts all i hv goodbye

wanted plots.

a pseudonym 2 fool ‘em... ;; jst hd this idea pop up bt i like the idea of kira going undercover 2 expose cheaters. whether she does this on her own accord or is personally requested by smbdy is up in the air. a plottable point. she h8s cheaters n is chaotic good she prob thinks shes the relationship vigilante testing the strengths of other’s relationships. once again she cld b. specifically going undercover fr smbdy 2 help them out. im sure she wldnt go 2 very. extensive srs measures like actually. sleeping w the assumed-cheaters bt once again. world is our oyster n i lov drama?

crystal visions ... ;; once again. shes super into crystals n astrology n she will base sm of her opinions of others on it. this is nt just abt her being judgmental of others bt also jst. catching her running around in the rain trying sooo hard 2 fkn. charge her crystals in the rainwater bc she forgot 2 charge them under the full moon the night b4. this is her giving wrong tarot readings. she hs no idea wht shes doing at any given time bt acts like she does know. acts like she knows the entire world. she gives crystals as gifts n will do ur natal chart for u bt will also pack her things n leave if ur a capricorn.

time of the season... ;; i dnt knw admittedly. this song’s abt being horny so perhaps? perhaps. kira isnt rly able to keep a grasp on long term relationships rn due to. factors in her life so she hops frm person 2 person often. smtms jst flings smtms its jst a relationship accidentally led on. shes noncommittal n a little flaky atm when she’s usually ride or die fr others. perhaps this is all in the name of some good fun! world? oyster.

literally anything .dsfskhdkgs ;; god. shes so new i jst dnt know. childhood friends. current friends. friends shes hd frever. enemies n ex lovers n ppl shes constantly pushing away or scorned lovers or both or anything?? she pushed them out of the roller rink to make more room fr herself or maybe they did tht to her. perhaps theyre both constantly pursuing some sort of fkn. meaning in their lives tht they cnt quite grasp. mayb they go on an acid trip together. who knows.

#irvingintro #death tw #grief tw #car accident mention tw #drugs tw #specifically weed n psychedelics i think

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nanoland · 4 years ago

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new chapter (lucifer fic)

Ponder on the Narrow House, part 6

Mazikeen/Eve/Michael

(Whole thing can be read on AO3.)

Fuck the next bounty.

After thinking about it for ten seconds, Mazikeen turned them around and started driving straight for Los Angeles.

Eve can talk to him. Not me. He needs to talk to someone, and Eve will do.

Barely half a mile later, Amenadiel dropped out of the sky and landed in the middle of the road, just far enough away for her to bring the car to a screeching halt before it would otherwise have slammed into him like wet clay into a steel wall.

“We’ve got a problem,” he said, looking exhausted.

She snorted and pointed skyward. “Yeah. This? Not gonna lie, I was expecting something like this. But I thought it would take, like, at least a month.”

Wincing, Amenadiel said, “No, that’s… that’s a different problem and Chloe’s promised to discuss it with him. Maze, we need you back at Lux. Now.”

“Hi, Amenadiel!” Eve called, waving.

He succeeded in smiling at her without even glancing at Michael, despite his younger brother sitting right at her side, glaring fixedly.

“Why?” demanded Mazikeen, tensely drumming her fingers on the wheel. (Inner voice hissing, Shouldn’t have left him alone, you dumb bitch, you’ve been doing this for centuries and you know what he’s like when you leave him alone for more than five minutes.) “Seriously – what could he possibly need me for? He’s God.”

Sighing, Amenadiel put his wings away. “Mazikeen, we’re all well aware that Lucy often… has difficulty focusing. To put it mildly. There’s a lot more for him to focus on now than ever before. He’s trying to undo climate change. To that end, he started refreezing all the melted ice in the Arctic. But he did it too quickly and, resultantly, there are several hundred trapped ships we need to save and several thousand dead penguins to resurrect and, to be honest, he hasn’t really got the hang of resurrection yet – you remember what Dan looked like for the first few hours after Lucifer brought him back to life…”

“Eurgh. Yeah. Yuck. Totes not the kinda shit you’d wanna see in Happy Feet.”

Michael was snickering.

“Right. And then there are all the changes he’s been making locally,” Amenadiel went on. “The expansion of Lux, the overnight disappearance of all Los Angeles’ firearms, his deciding that the city’s white supremacist population should grow a third ear so they can be easily identified, and, well, it turns out that a lot of Chloe’s colleagues at the police station-…”

“I get it, I get it. Chaos everywhere. As usual. What, exactly, is the problem he wants me to fix?”

Amenadiel exhaled heavily. “The demons. The ones you brought from Hell to help us defeat Michael.”

“Oh, so you do remember I exist,” Michael muttered.

Stonily ignoring him, Amenadiel said, “They’re still on Earth and they’re causing trouble. The one called Dromos, in particular. He’s gathered followers and they’ve surrounded Lux.”

Her brother’s face – his real face, not the human puppet he wore – flashed through her mind’s eye; a memory from when they were unruly children and had raced through Hell together, using the stone pillars that they’d not yet known were cells as an obstacle course. She’d been faster; he, more athletic. Together with a few cousins, they’d made a fearsome team, and not even their meanest older siblings had bullied them.

She folded her arms and looked away. “They’re demons. Lucifer can deal with them. Snap his fingers and turn them into rats or whatever. Make them explode.”

“Mazikeen,” Eve murmured, soft and low, touching her shoulder. “You don’t want that. They’re your family.”

Amenadiel blinked, as though that hadn’t occurred to him. “Er… yes, there’s that. There’s also the fact that Lucifer doesn’t want all of humanity to see him as the type of God who casually annihilates his enemies; a harsh, vindictive God. He wants to be liked. To be loved.”

“Fine. So why don’t you and the other angels sort it out?”

“Come now, Maze. A bunch of angels and a bunch of demons waging war in the midst of a bustling city? Humans will die. But you’re the Queen of Hell now and, by extension, the Queen of Demons. If you command Dromos to stand down, he will. This can all be resolved peacefully.”

Eve’s fingertips were cool against her skin.

Mazikeen looked back at the sky. The cloud letters were starting to dissolve. “What does he want?”

“Who?”

“Dromos. He doesn’t act on instinct. He’s a planner. He wants something.”

Shrugging, Amenadiel said, “He shouted at me about demanding an audience with the king. I didn’t ask for details. I don’t really care. Dromos isn’t someone I’m inclined to listen to at the best of times. The last time the wretch showed his face on Earth, he kidnapped my son.”

“Mmm. Kinda like your sister was gonna do. Kinda like you were gonna do, now that I think about it.”

“Maze!” he gasped, sounding shocked and hurt. “You can’t compared poor Remiel’s misguided actions to-…”

“I’ll do it,” she interrupted. “Take me to Lux. Now.”

“Excuse me? What about us?” snapped Michael.

Mazikeen met Eve’s gentle gaze. “You don’t need to be involved in this. My family drama, it – it’s not pretty.”

“My son killed my son,” said Eve, taking her hand. “My husband loved another woman. I’m used to drama.”

Swallowing, Mazikeen glanced at Michael. “And you, wimp?”

Feigning disinterest – feigning it badly – he said, “You showed up to my last domestic dispute. Guess this’ll make us square.”

“I’ve only got two arms. I can’t carry all of you,” Amenadiel pointed out.

Mazikeen rubbed her chin. “No… but you can carry the car, right?”

He didn’t have time for this. There was so much to do.

“World hunger,” he recited as he bounced from one laptop to the next, all twenty-three of them displaying a different article or video by a leading scientific or sociological mind, “wealth inequality, pollution, cancer, droughts, racism, elderly abuse, housing shortages, cruelty to animals…”

“Lucifer,” said Linda patiently, sitting on his best couch with her legs crossed, a cup of coffee and a laptop of her own beside her. “You said you wanted my advice as to how you should manage this whole ‘being God’ business.”

“I do, doctor! Very much. Your input is invaluable. Blast, where did I put that map of Alaska? I’m thinking of making it bigger; slotting it in alongside the Arctic to help stabilise all that new ice.”

“Right. Thanks. So here – here is what I’m suggesting now; slow down. Seriously. Take a breath, step back, and think your next move through.”

He scoffed. “‘Slow down’? Doctor, I need to work at least three times faster if I’m to keep up with everything. There are people suffering everywhere, millions of them! There are sinners in need of punishment! I’m seriously considering asking Chloe to be my Deputy God. I never imagined omnipotence would entail so much paperwork and she’s always been better at that than me.”

Outside the penthouse, many stories below, the chanting grew louder. None of the human police officers, journalists, and gawkers who’d gathered to watch could understand it; it was in Lilim.

Cursing, Lucifer strode to the balcony and shouted down, “For the last time, would you all kindly piss off? I’m trying to fix an entire planet here!”

He heard the elevator open and moaned. “Detective, not now. Please. I’m very sorry I haven’t returned your calls – I swear I’m not avoiding you – it’s just that I’ve got a lot on my plate today and we did already agree to meet for supper at-…”

“Lucifer,” said Linda, sounding terrified.

“Lucifer,” said someone else, sounding irritable.

Now that he was God, rage didn’t turn his eyes red anymore. It turned them gold and blindingly bright, like spotlights. Fists clenched, he turned to see Dromos step into the penthouse, once again clad in the flesh of the late Father Kinley and wearing a leather jacket.

“Nice trick, making all the doors disappear. Finally decided to climb up the side of the building with a sledgehammer and burrow my way through into the elevator shaft,” said the demon, hands in his pockets and concrete dust coating his beard and his bald head. “I want to talk to you, sire.”

Storming across the room while Linda remained frozen, white-faced, on the couch, Lucifer snarled, “You! You have the nerve to come here, to stand before me, after what you did to my nephew?”

He took Dromos by the neck and lifted him off the ground, his wings opening in fury (he had six of them now).

Stoical even as he choked, Dromos said, “I need. To talk. I will leave immediately afterwards.”

“Oh, you’ll leave, alright! You’ll be lucky if I don’t throw you into an active volcano, you accursed traitor!”

Dromos’ stolen skin began to sizzle beneath his fingers. He waited until the demon’s face was wrinkled with pain before throwing him to the floor hard enough to crack the wood and make a crater.

“I will leave,” Dromos gasped, coughing up blood, “when I have spoken.”

“What could you possibly have to say for yourself? Kidnapper. Child-thief.”

Still on the couch, Linda said tremulously, “Lucifer, you’re… you’re hurting him. Stop it. Please.”

“Let us stay!” shouted Dromos, and coughed again before dragging himself up onto his knees. “On Earth. That’s what I came to say. Let your erstwhile subjects stay on Earth if they choose – at least, those who served you in the battle against Michael. Don’t force them to return to Hell. Let them, let us choose where we live, going forward. That’s my request, your Majesty. My only request.”

Lucifer boggled at him. “Is that a joke? Demons? On Earth, indefinitely, unsupervised? Are you out of your tiny mind, Dromos?”

Baring teeth, Dromos said, “Why not? What does it matter to you now? You’ve got everything you could possibly want. Everything anyone could possibly want! All we’re asking is the freedom to come and go as we please.”

“No.”

He spoke the word bluntly, and then he stepped back, adjusting his cuffs. Regaining his composure. “Never. You’re dangerous and untrustworthy. This world is for humans, not you. Good grief, haven’t I got enough to preoccupy my mind, without the added stress of demons rampaging around town?”

“We won’t rampage. We just-…”

“Why are you even coming to me with this? Mazikeen’s the new Queen of Hell. Didn’t you get the memo?”

Dromos wiped blood from his lips. “I don’t know if my sister and I are on speaking terms right now. And she may be Queen, but you’re God; I assumed you would be tasked with such decisions. After all, there’s never been a demon in charge of Hell before. We were told – we were always told – that only angels could rule us. I don’t doubt Mazikeen’s competence, but I…”

He seemed to run out of steam, spreading his hands and finishing weakly, “Lucifer, you’re the king. You’ve been the king for millions of years. For my entire life. Look, if you really don’t want us leaving Hell, then can you at least use your newfound power to improve it? Let us have the things mortals enjoy? Pianos, dogs, blankets, weekends, all that stuff?”

Lucifer rolled his eyes. “That would rather defeat the purpose, wouldn’t it? Hell is supposed to be a place of punishment. The ultimate consequence awaiting sinners. I need a carrot and a stick, Dromos. How else am I supposed to convince people to behave if I don’t? Imagine a rapist arriving in Hell and being confronted with demons playing pianos and walking their dogs. Wouldn’t have quite the desired effect, would it?”

Dromos was quiet for a moment, then said without inflection, “Perhaps you could find somewhere else to put rapists. Somewhere other than our home.”

Throwing up his arms, Lucifer said, “More demands! Don’t you see how selfish you’re being? Here I am, doing my best to end all suffering, and you’re complaining about babysitting a few evil-doers – which, might I remind you, is your job. Nay, your very reason for existence. Always has been. Why’re you getting stroppy about it now?”

“I think,” Linda began, taking a tentative step forward before stopping and clearing her throat. “Excuse me. May I interrupt? Um. Okay, so I think that maybe Dromos has a point here, Lucifer.”

“Doctor! This is the creature that stole your baby!”

“Yes, I know. And I’m not saying I forgive him for that, but…”

“I wasn’t going to eat the brat,” Dromos grumbled. “I was going to make him a king.”

“You took him away from his mother!” Lucifer shouted.

“Gentlemen!” said Linda, sharply. “Please! Let’s try to talk this through like adults.”

Overcome with frustration, and only vaguely aware that he’d not been sleeping well lately, Lucifer kicked the nearest chair. “I can’t believe you’re siding with him, doctor.”

“I’m not siding with anyone. I-…”

“You don’t know these people like I do. You didn’t spend millions of years in Hell alongside them. The only demon you’ve ever gotten acquainted with is Maze, and she’s not like the others; even without a soul, she’s learned how to behave like a more-or-less civilised adult, barring the occasional tantrum. But your average, baseline demon has nothing to them besides wrath and cruelty. Lilith made them to be weapons and that’s all they really are. I mean – just imagine, for a moment, how hard it was for me. To go from the Silver City, the most beautiful place ever created, to a lightless nightmare realm full of these bloodthirsty animals. To be surrounded by them, for endless eons, while they nattered mindlessly on and on about how much they love torture and pain and…”

He trailed off. Linda and Dromos were both looking past him.

To the elevator. Where – oh – Mazikeen was standing.

Where Mazikeen was crying.

No sobs, not like when Dan had died. No expression at all, really. Just open eyes, motionless muscles, and steady tears.

Before Lucifer could say a word, she pressed the button to close the elevator doors.

“Wait!” he yelped, sprinting over to stop them.

He needn’t have bothered. Now that he was God, objects did whatever he told them to do. The doors stilled, half-open.

“That sounded wrong,” he acknowledged, clasping her shoulders in apology. “You completely missed the context. What I was trying to say was-…”

“Don’t touch me.”

It was a phrase he’d heard many times before from mortal lovers to whom he had accidentally revealed his Devil Face. Some of them said it in horror. Some of them, the religious ones, said it in anger.

Mazikeen looked neither horrified nor angry. She looked sick. As though the very sight of him turned her stomach.

Lumbering over, Dromos stepped into the elevator alongside her and pointedly pressed the button again. With no idea what to do or say, Lucifer allowed the machinery to work.

The elevator closed.

“What have I done?” he asked Linda.

Nothing I didn’t know.

“Maze?” called Eve, waiting by the car with the others as Mazikeen stepped out of Lux’s front door and into the sunlight.

The door hadn’t been there when they’d arrived. She’d been forced to use Dromos’ route. Lucifer must have decided to put it back. He could do that now. Just decide things. Didn’t need servants, nor followers, nor anyone. Sure didn’t need a ‘more-or-less civilised adult’ whose kin were animals.

“Maze! Wait!”

Mazikeen didn’t know where she was going, only that she was walking very quickly and felt that she’d die if she stopped. She heard Eve’s heels patter on the pavement and heard her say her name a third time, quiet and worried, and that was what stilled her feet.

“What happened?” murmured Eve, cupping her face.

The fifty or so demons who’d been standing around outside Lux when Amenadiel had set the car and its passengers down were still there. Instead of chanting to get their king’s attention, they were now looking at her.

Michael and Amenadiel stood among them, the latter having been trying to convince them to stop blocking traffic.

Which was what she should have been doing. It was what he’d brought her here to do. But she’d been gripped by a sudden, violent need to see Lucifer, to check on him, just quickly, before tending to her siblings. Once a bodyguard, always a bodyguard.

Except that wasn’t what I was. Not to him. To him, I was a Rottweiler on a leash.

“Are you alright?” asked Amenadiel, his eyes overflowing with concern.

That was what cracked her.

To him. Not to everyone. Not to Eve, or Amenadiel, or Linda. It’s not that I’m incapable of earning love and respect.

I’m just incapable of earning his.

Her legs gave out. She crumpled against Lux’s outside wall and started to weep properly, loud and bitter.

Eve immediately dropped down beside her, holding her tight. Michael shuffled closer, rubbing his shoulder while his mouth opened and shut, testing out sentences that were never spoken.

Then Dromos was there, kneeling, his face sad and tired.

“We did what we were told,” she said to him in Lilim, through sniffles. “We obeyed. We were loyal. We… we…”

“We are alone, sister,” he replied. “But I think we always were.”

“We obeyed!”

“We obeyed Lilith and she left. We obeyed Lucifer and he left. No one wants us, Mazikeen. It’s just the truth.”

She took a shuddering breath and squeezed her eyes shut. “No. I want us.”

Seizing his jacket’s shoulder, she hauled herself to her feet and addressed the crowd, her voice raw: “I want you! You’re my family and I want you! And I swear I will be the queen you deserve, for as long as you’ll have me!”

Her human skin fell away, the left side of her face turning cold, bony, and brittle.

Stepping back to join their siblings, Dromos asked hesitantly, “What would you have us do, then, my queen? What are your orders?”

Hurriedly drying her eyes, she studied them one by one. “Whoever wants to can stay here. But I’m going home. Hell is going to be ours, Dromos. No more damned souls. No more angels. It’s ours now and we’re going to make it into something we can love.”

She turned to face Eve and Michael, her heart pounding. “You’ll come with me, yeah? You’ll stand with me?”

“Always,” said Eve, closing in to kiss her.

“Whatever,” Michael muttered, clearly just relieved that the crying part was over.

Amenadiel sighed, shaking his head gravely. “Mazikeen, are you sure this is what you want? You won’t be able to leave Hell on your own – you’ll need to contact me.”

“Yeah. At least until this one grows his feathers back,” she said, gesturing at Michael. “That’s okay. You’ll always come when I call, right?”

“Of course. You’re my friend, Maze. I’m sorry if I haven’t said that often enough.”

Fuck it. Cringing on the inside, Mazikeen drew Amenadiel into a quick, gruff hug. “You too, idiot.”

#lucifer #mazikeen #lucifer morningstar #eve #amenadiel #michael #michael demiurgos #dromos #fanfic #my fic

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thejakeformerlyknownasprince · 5 years ago

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Brooklyn 99 AU? If you haven’t seen that, just think like an Office or Parks and Rec-esque work sitcom

“Make Terry do it,” Santiago whispered. “He’s good at babysitting.”

“Make Terry do what?” Jeffords looked up from his yogurt, expression concerned.

The informal conference in the precinct break room exchanged a glance.

“We may have arrested a few underage tourists from out of town,” Peralta said. “They may or may not have been drunk, but, uh...”

Peralta glanced at Boyle. “But we left them unsupervised in the back of the police van for, like, two minutes,” Boyle explained quickly. “So by the time we got the breathalyzer working, they were all sober.”

“They all puked?” Scully asked, appalled.

Santiago shook her head sadly. “They all morphed.”

“Wait. You mean...” Jeffords craned his neck to look out across the main room. He caught a glimpse of the group of kids currently sitting in the Nine-Nine’s holding cell, and his expression went slack in horror. “No. No. No, Terry has not had nearly enough low-fat peach-mango yogurt to deal with this today.”

“They’re famous!” Peralta made jazz hands at the rest of the squad. “That’s kind of cool, right? That Marco kid’s a movie star, Tobias definitely counts as a cryptid, and... the others... do stuff...”

“Yeah.” Santiago crossed her arms. “They kill people.”

“There was a war on!” Peralta protested. “Aliens invaded, Boyle’s mom got possessed by a scary slug thing and tried to kill me —”

“She said she was sorry for mistaking the Sharing for a ferret-themed lomage fanclub,” Boyle said.

“Yeah, no, anyone could make that mistake.” Peralta pivoted back to Santiago. “The point is, they killed people as part of a war. And that, like, doesn’t count or something.”

“What’d they do?” Jeffords asked.

"It was only a few murders,” Boyle said.

“Today!” Jeffords gestured to the front room, where the delinquents in question were clearly sitting in their holding cell. “Why’d we arrest them?”

Santiago pulled out her phone, calling up the relevant statement. “They’re claiming they were provoked when, quote, ‘Some guy wolf-whistled Cassie, and then that guy’s biker gang objected to Rachel’s attempts to rip his arms off and feed them to him, and really it was their fault all along.’” She looked up. “Signed Jake Berenson. Which begs the question: did we get ID from any of them?”

“They all morphed,” Boyle pointed out. “Who else could it possibly be?”

“So that explains the entire cell’s worth of muscular guys with mild-to-moderate grizzly bear wounds downstairs,” Scully said, staring upward in wonder.

“That’s it, we’re all babysitting them,” Jeffords declared. “And by that, I mean that we’re getting them out of our hair as fast as we legally can, whether or not we charge them with anything in the process.”

“Agreed,” Santiago said, shoving open the door to the main room.

The scene in the holding cell was... not pandemonium. Jake and Cassie were sitting on the bench at the back of the cell, Cassie’s head leaning on Jake’s shoulder. Rachel leaned against the bars, picking at her nails. Tobias sat on the crossbar next to her, preening. All in all, the kids seemed to be cooperating, which was a mercy. It wasn’t like the Nine-Nine had the budget for even one-tenth of the equipment necessary to actually contain an Animorph, after all.

Still, it was probably for the best that some wise soul had moved all the other prisoners downstairs.

“...and you can conceal up to 15 knives in the interior pockets alone,” Diaz was telling Marco. He watched with rapt fascination, leaning over her desk, as she unfolded a butterfly knife one-handed and then swung it closed again.

“Rosa, did you let him out of the cell?” Santiago asked, exasperated.

“Nope.” Diaz shrugged. “Must’ve broken out on his own.”

“He didn’t break anything,” Jake called from inside the cell. “Marco has not damaged or defaced any government property, nor have any of the rest of us.”

“And yet somehow, there are not one but two delinquents meandering unrestrained around my precinct.” Holt had emerged from his office, and was now looking slowly from Marco to Ax.

“Yeeeaaah, he’s not technically under arrest.” Peralta jerked his chin at Ax. “Seeing as he’s not from Earth, we probably can’t arrest him? And even if we can, it definitely wouldn’t be worth the headache of trying to charge him with anything in intergalactic courts.”

“If you’re not under arrest, you may leave,” Holt told Ax sternly.

Ax straightened up from where he had been eating... something... off the floor of the microwave. “I am not going anywhere without my friends!”

“That’s so beautiful.” Boyle swooned against the door frame. “It’s like you share a six-way love whose unmatched intensity pours out of you...”

“Not in front of the kids, Charles,” Peralta said.

“What? I was just—”

“If you’re allowed to leave, could you at least go get us some hot dogs or something?” Rachel asked Ax, ignoring the cops.

“Nah, hot dogs are a Chicago thing,” Jake pointed out. “Go for knishes, or pizza, or... what else is in New York?”

“Those little paper packets of honey-roasted peanuts,” Cassie suggested.

Everyone glanced over when there was a loud thud from across the room, and then back to the conversation when they realized it was just Marco trying, and failing, to get one of Diaz’s knives to stick in the surface of her desk.

«Tacos.» Tobias looked unerringly at Scully. «There has to be a taco truck around here somewhere, right?»

“Don’t you worry.” Scully pulled his partner to his feet, gasping at the effort of unsticking Hitchcock from his comfortable chair. “Me and Hitchcock’ll show him all the best food trucks in Brooklyn.”

“How many — any — are there?” Ax asked eagerly.

“Two hundred seven, if you don’t count pushcarts or ice cream vendors,” Hitchcock said immediately.

“We shall return with a bounty as great as three sets of human arms can bear,” Ax promised Rachel.

She flashed him a thumbs-up.

“Hot wings!” Cassie called. “That’s a New York thing, right? Hot wings?”

“Have we got a sauce for you,” Scully promised, a hand on Ax’s shoulder.

Jeffords ran to intercept them at the door. “You can’t just wander in and out of the precinct with suspects, Scully!”

«If you don’t like Ax coming and going, you could always just arrest him,» Tobias said acidly.

There was a long silence. During this silence, Ax slipped out the door with Hitchcock and Scully behind him.

“Kids these days and their attitudes,” Jeffords complained, spinning around too late to intercept Ax and then turning back to give Tobias his sternest stare. “I should speak to your parents or guardians, young man.”

Tobias laughed. «Joke’s on you, since I don’t have any parents or guardians.»

“What?” Jeffords ran forward to press himself against the bars, appalled. “Do you want to come home with me? Cagney and Lacey keep telling me they want an older brother, and Sharon makes excellent chicken cacciatore — you don’t have any food allergies, do you?”

“He’s ours and you can’t have him,” Rachel snapped, standing up to get in Jeffords’s face. She didn’t seem to care much that she had to tilt her head back at a 45-degree angle to make eye contact, and somehow succeeded in conveying that she was looking down at him.

“Duuuuuuude!” Marco exclaimed loudly from across the room. “You really mean it?”

“Sure.” Diaz rested a hand on the hatchet that lay across her desk. “I teach people how to throw ‘em all the time.”

“Marco!” Rachel turned away to whack on the bars. “Quit fraternizing with the enemy.”

Peralta gasped loudly. “We’re the enemy?” he asked in delight. “Are we your nemeses? Does this mean that we’re as scary as the Yeerk Empire?”

“Why?” Jake stood up, making eye contact through the bars. “Do you want to be? Are you saying that you’re controllers?” He took a step forward, not breaking his stare. “Or was that just an expression of sympathy for their cause?”

“Uh.” Peralta laughed nervously. He’d taken several steps back in the last few seconds. “You know what, never mind. We’re cool, right? Alllllll cool. Super cool. The coolest.”

“That’s easy to say for someone currently holding us against our will.” Jake still sounded unamused. “We have complied fully with your demands up until now, and will continue to do so unless you give us a reason not to.”

“Are you threatening my detective?” Holt asked, very mildly.

“Are you charging me with additional crimes?” Jake’s voice wasn’t mild at all.

“Have I mentioned that I’m a big fan of you guys’s work?” Peralta asked, making a grand gesture to include all of the Animorphs. “Because I’m thinking maybe that didn’t come through. Huge fan. Love the way you squash those yeerks. It’s a delight having you here.”

“Of course we’ll go along with whatever you think is best, Officers.” Jake sat back down. He had yet to look away from Peralta.

“Amy I think I changed my mind about having kids,” Perlata said all in one breath, smiling and nodding as he continued to back away from the cell.

“No, chicks dig hatchets,” Diaz was explaining to Marco. “Guys tend to get all weird about it if you start flinging weaponry around.”

“Oh yeah, that makes sense.” He was still hanging on her every word.

“The trick with guys is to pull out a little bit of that feelings shit.” Seeing the expression on his face, she shook her head. “You don’t have to go full-hog and reveal your real name on the first date or anything.”

Marco laughed. “Oh good. Because I am not looking for that kind of commitment. I usually don’t want any commitment to anyone, ever.”

“Good policy.” Diaz clapped him on the arm. “Nah, with dudes it only takes a little bit of sappy stuff. I’m talking a moderate-tier confession, like...” She considered for a second. “I keep one of my knives hidden in my boot, and it doesn’t set off metal detectors when I gotta work government buildings.”

“Uh-huh.” Marco bent over the sheet of paper on his lap, scribbling frantically.

“Are you taking notes?” Rachel called, disgusted.

“More importantly, is he taking notes on the back of his own arrest form?” Santiago rushed across the room to rescue the rest of the paperwork from Marco’s defacing.

“Nah, it’s cool.” Diaz held up the back side of Marco’s paper. “It’s just the arrest sheet where Peralta made four attempts to spell ‘Aximili’ before declaring that we probably couldn’t arrest an alien anyway.”

“Those two events were entirely unrelated!” Peralta said loudly.

“Of course, we all believe you.” Santiago leaned over to pat him on the arm.

“If they can’t arrest Ax, can they arrest you?” Cassie asked Tobias.

He shrugged, or at least it looked like that’s what he did. «They still haven’t processed me, so I suspect not.»

“We are going to process you,” Boyle said, “just as soon as we figure out how to scan your fingerprints.”

«But I’m not under arrest yet, am I?»

“Aren’t you guys legally required to release him, then?” Cassie turned back to the room at large.

“We can hang on to all of you for twenty-four hours,” Santiago called back.

“The question is,” Peralta muttered, “do we want to?”

“I’m gonna keep this one around to bring me iced coffees and gas up my motorcycle.” Diaz was watching Marco polish one of her axes. “For a kid, he’s pretty dope.”

Marco gasped, a hand over his heart. “You don’t mean it!”

She held up a finger. “Too sappy.”

“I have a hatchet?” He held it up in offering.

“Better.”

“Speaking of our legal rights,” Rachel said, “can I call my mom? She’s a lawyer, after all.”

“Yeah, well my mom’s a teacher,” Peralta said immediately. “And you don’t hear me bragging about it.”

“That’s not the point.” Santiago sighed loudly.

“The point is,” Holt interjected, “she asked for a lawyer, and we need to provide her with one.”

«Can your mom be my lawyer too?» Tobias asked.

Rachel shrugged. “Sure. I think. Jake already took his phone call, and Cassie wasted hers on checking in at the hospital—”

“I just wanted to be sure that we didn’t permanently injure that man,” Cassie said mildly. “Only showed him the error of his ways.”

“You did that, all right,” Diaz said. “I like your style, for what it’s worth.”

Rachel rolled her eyes.

“I like your style,” Marco breathed, staring up at Diaz. “Teach me everything.”

“You want to be a cop?” Cassie asked him.

“What? No!” Marco turned quickly to Diaz. “No offense, it’s nothing personal, they don’t mean it, but also...”

“Nah, it’s cool. You’re a smart kid,” Diaz said. “Cops are losers.”

“Excuse you,” Santiago said, “Could a loser win both the ‘Most Organized Seminar’ and ‘Highly Relevant Community Announcements’ awards from the same commissioner in one year?” She gestured pointedly to a matching set of plaques on her desk. “Checkmate.”

“I have brought a bounty of wings!” Ax declared. At least, it was presumably Ax speaking from behind the teetering stack of take-out boxes that went clear over his head and somehow didn’t include the four additional plastic bags of Chinese food hanging off his arms.

«Ax-Man, you are a god among insects,» Tobias said.

“Not on top of the binders!” Santiago lunged to shield them with a drawer before Ax’s tower of food boxes could topple onto the front desk.

“Can I have some?” Peralta asked wistfully, watching as Ax slotted an entire pizza box through the bars to where Jake and Cassie could pry it open.

“Here Jakey, we got you a tub of Wing Slut sauce.” Scully set it reverently on Peralta’s desk.

“Really, you shouldn’t have.” Peralta scooted his chair back several inches, eyeing the tub with suspicion.

As the better part of the Nine-Nine watched in horrified fascination, Tobias tossed his head back and swallowed a Buffalo wing whole. After a second he made a hacking sound and spit up the bone, now completely cleaned of all meat.

“You eat wings?” Boyle asked, leaning in to peer through the bars. “Is that cannibalism?”

“It’s an open question,” Cassie said. She folded a paper plate taco-style to protect the lo mein inside, sliding it out to Ax. “Can you make sure Marco eats something with lots of carbs before he goes hatchet throwing?”

Ax took the plate, saluting her with his free hand. “The sauce is most excellent, sell-lent, when consumed through a straw,” he told Peralta in a conspiratorial whisper as he went by.

Peralta pushed to his feet. “Yep, I am never having kids, and I am never eating food ever again.”

“Human bodies do not continue living if you do not consume sufficient nutrients.” Ax pointedly set the lo mein in front of Marco.

“Ha!” Peralta said. “That’s what everyone said about drinking water, and yet!”

Marco grabbed a handful of noodles straight off the plate and dropped them in his mouth. “The bagels might be better here, but you can’t beat California’s Chinese takeout,” he concluded after chewing for several seconds. “Sorry,” he added, glancing up at Diaz.

“If you suck up any harder, you’re going to injure something,” Rachel snarked.

“Why, are you jealous?” Marco batted his eyelashes at her.

“No, she just remembers that we’re all under arrest right now,” Jake said loudly. “And that we’re under no obligation to say or do anything without a lawyer.”

“Which is why I’m here. To ensure you do not talk yourself into any more trouble than you already have.”

Everyone turned to look at the newcomer.

“Hi Aunt Naomi,” Jake said, voice small.

Rachel rounded on him. “You used your phone call to contact my mom?”

Jake held up both hands. “I didn’t say anything about the alcohol!”

“Alleged alcohol,” Naomi said loudly. “Which these minors have not admitted to purchasing or consuming, because they have not made any statement admissible in a court of law, because you have been holding them all here illegally without an advocate.”

“Ma’am, I think you’ll find that we made every effort to secure advocacy and legal representation for these children with all due haste.” Holt moved smoothly across the room to shake her hand, and then ushered her into a chair. “Detective Peralta deemed it necessary to hold them here for their own safety until such time as we could obtain statements from everyone involved.”

“Has anyone pressed charges yet?” Naomi sat in the folding chair like a queen on a throne, and glared at Holt until he — with a wincing glance at the dust on the seat — sat across from her.

“No, ma’am. The only person likely to do so is still at the hospital,” Holt explained.

“Oh yeah, he said he wasn’t going to,” Cassie called over.

“What,” Peralta said, laughing. “You just called him on the phone and talked him out of it? Just like that?”

Cassie shrugged. “I asked nicely.”

“It’s Cassie,” Marco told Diaz in a stage-whisper. “She does stuff like that.”

“Hardcore.” Diaz looked Cassie over.

“But I’m still more hardcore than her, right?”

“Too desperate.”

“I have four knives?”

“Better. Only four?”

“Where else am I gonna put them? I can’t morph and wear a leather coat at the same time.”

“Point.”

“If they’re not being charged with anything,” Naomi said overtop all of this, “and they’ve already given their statements, then you need to release them from custody.”

“I’m not comfortable doing that if we’re not releasing them into the hands of a parent or legal guardian,” Holt said. “I’m given to understand from their earlier statements that Jake is your nephew and Rachel is your daughter?”

Naomi nodded.

“Then I can only release those two to you.” Holt seemed genuinely regretful that this was the case. Then again, it was Holt, so it was hard to tell for sure.

«Look, if Jake can go with his aunt, I can go with my uncle, right?» Tobias said.

“Yes, that would be acceptable,” Holt said.

“Thank you, human captain.” Ax gave a small bow to Holt. “I accept this responsibility.”

“Wait, wait.” Santiago looked Ax over. “No, we’re not going to just... How old are you, anyway?”

“I am eight-six years old,” Ax announced.

“Eighty-six,” she repeated.

Ax stared back at her, implacable.

Holt sighed. “Obviously, he is referencing the fact that andalite years are approximately point-two-four-one-zero-nine times the length of human years. However, since the law does not specify whose years one must count in order to determine whether an individual is over the age of eighteen, I believe I take his point.”

“Does this mean I’m eighty-six too?” Marco asked quickly.

“Were you born on Earth?” Santiago raised her eyebrows at him.

“Uh.” He glanced at Diaz. “Wouldn’t you like to know!”

Diaz gave him a subtle fist-bump.

“My son is not an adult, nor does he mean to indicate that he wishes to be charged as an adult,” Naomi said quickly.

“‘Son’?” Marco squeaked.

“‘Son’?” Holt asked, frowning.

“Yes?” Peralta stuck his head up, took stock of the scene, and quickly sat back down.

“Son.” Naomi stared straight at Holt. “In fact, I will be taking all four of my children, both adoptive and biological, when I leave here today.”

“You adopted me?” Marco demanded. “Do I get a say in this?”

“Do you have proof to back up your assertion that you are these children’s mother?” Holt hadn’t broken Naomi’s stare either.

“The way I see it, you have two choices.” Naomi reached into her purse, pulling out one of her own business cards and setting it on the desk between them. “Either you allow us to walk out of here, in which case I promise you’ll never see any of us again... Or you continue to hold these minors without formal charges and without counsel, in which case I promise to pursue legal action against whatever stray bricks of this precinct are left standing after my daughter and her friends exercise their legal right to exit the building with as much force as they deem necessary. Which option would you prefer?”

“See?” Jake whispered loudly to Rachel. “I knew I made the right call by calling your mom.”

“I take your point,” Holt said, after a moment of consideration. “Very well, you and your children may leave. Do keep them out of trouble in the future, won’t you?”

“Thank you for your cooperation, Captain Holt.” Naomi shook his hand.

Boyle was quickly fumbling for the lock on the cell door. “Can I have your autograph?” he asked Rachel as she went by.

Rachel looked him up and down, and then kept going without a word.

“Here, I’ll do it.” Cassie took the paper and sharpie from him.

“Can you make it out to ‘Nikolaj’?” Boyle asked, eyes wide.

“Maybe.” She uncapped the pen. “Can you spell that?”

“N-I-K-O-L-A-J, oh and can you add something about always listening to his dreams, and also the music of Diana Ross?”

Slowly, Cassie looked up at Boyle. She capped the pen — she’d settled for “to Nikolaj, from Cassie” — and handed everything back to him.

“Marco, dude, we’re going,” Jake said. He currently had both arms around Marco’s waist and was pulling him backward from Diaz’s desk.

“But... but...” Marco looked up at Diaz. “Call me?” Immediately he shook his head and said, “too desperate?”

She smirked. “Nah, you’re cool.”

He let out a lovelorn sigh and went limp, which was all the excuse Jake needed to haul him over one shoulder and head out of the building. Cassie and Ax followed, Tobias fluttering up to land on Rachel’s shoulder as she headed out too. Naomi brought up the rear, casting a pointed look around the room as she went.

“Man,” Jeffords sighed, “I should’ve gotten an autograph for my kids too.” And then he rounded on Peralta, midway through sneaking the Wing Sluts sauce tub into the trash can. “What did we learn today, Peralta?”

He considered. “Lawyers suck?”

“No!” Jeffords said. “Well, they do, but... Santiago?”

She looked up from where she’d been making an incident report to this exact effect. “Next time we’re thinking about arresting a whole batch of superpowered child soldiers on questionable misdemeanor charges... don’t?”

Holt nodded gravely. “Well said, Santiago.”

#animorphs #brooklyn 99 #animorphs au #brooklyn 99 au #long post #ficlet #brooklyn 99 crossover #animorphs crossover #aus #food #vomit mention #i know nothing about how police work #that i didn't get from watching this show #no research was done in the making of this crackfic #anonymous #asks

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chicgeekgirl89 · 5 years ago

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Country Roads, Take Me Home: Chap. 1

Fandom: NCIS LA

Characters: Marty Deeks, Kensi Blye

Summary: It's summer, which means Kensi and Deeks are once again off on the summer vacation adventure of a lifetime. This year they've got the perfect plan and nothing can stop them. Well...almost nothing. The fourth installment of the Densi Summer Vacation Series!

A/N: It is SUMMER! This story takes place in a universe where Covid-19 doesn't exist because I just couldn't write a bummer story like that. Huge shouts out to @mashmaiden who gave me the idea for this fic. Off they go!

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“So, where you two headed on vacation?” Sam asked, accepting another beer from Kensi who was behind the bar.

“Nowhere,” she said, wiping down a wet spot on the counter. “We’re just staying home.”

“For two weeks?” Callen asked in surprise. “No way.”

Kensi paused her cleaning. “What do you mean ‘no way’?”

“The two of you can’t even last two minutes at work without something to do? What are you going to do at home for two weeks?” Sam scoffed.

“I don’t know,” Kensi said, raising her eyebrows in annoyance. “It’s a staycation, we can do whatever we want.”

“Like drive each other crazy,” Sam said while Callen snickered.

“We can go to the beach,” Kensi protested. “And take Monty for walks.”

“That’s it? The beach and walks?” Callen said.

“You’re just jealous because you don’t know how to take a vacation,” Kensi said with a glare.

“Neither do you,” Sam said. “Or have you forgotten how the last, what is it now, three, vacations have gone for you?”

“Which is why we are staying home this year.” Kensi glared at both of them. “So stop making fun of us or I’ll send Deeks over for a playdate with your boat.”

“Speaking of which, where is Deeks?” Callen asked, looking around for their absent teammate. “Can’t really go on vacation without him.” He thought for a second. “Actually maybe that would be better.”

Kensi frowned and checked her watch. “He said he had to run an errand but that was like three hours ago.”

She reached for her phone. Deeks left unsupervised could cause as much trouble as a toddler. “Deeks? Where are you?”

“Just got back,” he said. “Can you come outside for a second?”

She knew that voice. Oh god she knew that voice. That was Deeks’, “I did something that I think will be a fun surprise but you potentially might hate” voice. She gripped her phone tightly and closed her eyes. “Deeks, what did you do?”

“Just come outside!”

She hung up and looked at Sam and Callen. “He says he’s outside.”

The three of them wandered out the front door to the street. “Where?” Callen asked.

Kensi looked up and down the sidewalk, her nerves increasing when she didn’t spot her husband. She was reaching for her phone to call him again when all three of them were startled by the blast of an obnoxiously loud horn. “What the hell?” Sam asked, looking down the street as a massive RV barreled toward them. “Somebody win the Price is Right?”

“Oh no,” Kensi breathed.

Callen looked from Kensi to the RV that was pulling up in front of them. “Oh…he wouldn’t. Would he?”

The RV came to a stop and the door opened to reveal a grinning, elated Marty Deeks.

“Deeks. Baby. What is this?” Kensi asked faintly.

“It’s an RV!” He looked like a kid in a candy store.

“I thought we talked about making large purchases without discussing it first after the whole bar incident,” she said, trying very hard not to unleash on him.

“I didn’t buy it,” he said quickly. “It’s a rental. And I got a really good deal. But totally refundable. I just thought maybe once you saw it…”

“That I would want to move to a trailer park?” Kensi asked.

“No! No,” Deeks shook his head. “You said that you would like to see all the National Parks in an RV. And since we have PTO and we have to take the days I thought this might be the time.”

“I thought you two were staying home this year to avert any more vacation disasters,” Sam said with a frown.

“Aha, see that’s the beauty of it. No hotel. No cruise ship. No plane flight. Our RV home is our own home. We’ve taken all danger and disaster out of the vacation and put the control completely in our own hands.”

“I wouldn’t say that too loudly,” Sam said, unconvinced.

“Hey Deeks.” Callen had gone inside to explore and now poked his head out a window. “This thing have wifi?”

“Yep! And surround sound. All the bells and whistles.”

“Don’t get any ideas G,” Sam called. “You already live in a bar apartment, you don’t need to take your life mobile.”

“It’s just a thought,” Callen said with a shrug before disappearing once more.

“Deeks I—“ Kensi didn’t quite know what to say.

He stepped toward her, eyes serious. “Kens listen, we don’t have to do this. If it’s too much, or not what you want, we can stay home, no harm no foul. I just thought it might be fun. Obviously we can’t do all the national parks in two weeks, but we could hit a few.”

She looked into his eyes, so earnest and eager. He truly had put this together out of the goodness of his heart, not some kind of whim like the bar. And it was a trip they’d talked about quite a bit. Besides, like he’d said, everything would be under their own control. It would be perfectly safe. “Okay.”

“Yeah?” His eyes lit with excitement.

“Yes, let’s go RV’ing and see the National Parks.”

“Awesome! Yes. Okay. So we need to pack and get snacks and drop Monty at my mom’s and we can leave in the morning.”

“Oh, wow, oh yeah okay.”

She had to admit, when Deeks brought her inside the RV it was pretty cool. It was certainly roomy enough for the two of them, the bed was gigantic and it even had a decent sized shower. It would be fun to road trip together and see a little bit of the country they helped keep safe every day.

They encountered their first problem almost immediately: Deeks hadn’t thought about where to park the RV overnight. “I’ll just put it in the driveway,” Deeks told her as they prepared to leave the bar.

“Babe, it’s not going to fit in the driveway.”

“We have a big driveway.”

“Not big enough to fit an RV the size of a dinosaur.”

“It’ll fit,” he said confidently.

It did not fit. “What if I turn it this way?” Deeks yelled out the window and made a wild spinning motion with his hand.

“I don’t think so—“

“I’m going to try it!” he yelled, cranking the wheel and backing up about four inches. “Am I going to hit the planters?”

Kensi looked to where the flowers she’d laboriously tended all spring in an effort to prove she was not a plant killer were in clear danger of being run over. “Uh, yeah! Don’t back up anymore!”

“Crap! Okay I’m going to pull forward and then try and go the other way!”

“If you go the other way you’re going to hit the mailbox!”

Deeks swore loudly, catching the attention of Mrs. Bradford who was walking her dog nearby. Kensi gave her a wave and a forced smile. “Sorry Mrs. Bradford!”

The woman shot her a disapproving glare. “Deeks, maybe we should just take it back to the bar,” Kensi said with a sigh.

“We can’t leave this baby at the bar!” Deeks said. “Somebody might take her!”

“Her?”

“It!”

“Right. Well I really don’t think it’s going to fit.”

“Kensi, I’m telling you, it’ll fit.”

“Okay. Fine. Make it fit.”

Forty-five minutes later Deeks climbed out and surveyed his handiwork. “See? Fits like a glove.”

The RV was diagonal across the driveway, the front wheels gouged into the earth by the garage, the back end hanging off the curb and dangling into the street. Kensi had moved the planters and she wasn’t sure the mailbox would ever recover. “Yep, it fits,” she said.

“Hey.” Deeks reached for her hand. “This is going to be a fun adventure. You trust me right?”

“With my life? Yes. With driving this thing across the country?” She raised her eyebrows. “Jury’s still out.”

“Just think about it this way, everywhere else we drive will be built for RV’s. If I can park it here, I can park it anywhere.”

“I guess we’ll find out.”

“Do you not want to go?” Deeks asked. “Because we really don’t have to. I can take this thing back tomorrow and we can spend two weeks sitting around here drinking piña coladas and watching trashy television.”

She looked at the crooked RV and back at him. “No, let’s do it. I’m ready for an adventure.”

“Okay great because I’ve got it all mapped out.”

They went into the house and he pulled out a map. “We are using technology on this trip right?” Kensi asked a little anxiously. “I thought you said that thing had wifi.”

“It does. The map is just for planning purposes,” he told her. “Okay, so we’re going to start here in LA and then drive up north to Yosemite. Then we head to Nevada and hit Great Basin National Park. Then Arches in Utah, Colorado Rocky Mountain, and Yellowstone in Wyoming. And finally to Crater Lake in Oregon and then home.”

Kensi’s eyebrows had risen the entire time he was speaking. “That’s a really ambitious list babe.”

“Well, it’s just a start. We can take things off if we get too busy or end up somewhere different.”

She looked down at the map, fingers tracing the path he’d drawn. “We’re going to need a lot of snacks.”

#NCIS LA #Marty Deeks #Kensi Blye #Densi #Densi Summer Vacation #Country Roads Take Me Home #Chapter 1 #Fanfic #NCIS LA Fanfic #NCIS Los Angeles #Densi Fanfic #Here they go again

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classysassy9791 · 5 years ago

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Sometimes its the quieter moments that speak the loudest. A story of love, laughter, and friendship carried through the years during the most wonderful season of all. Full of fluff and Christmas cheer. Interconnecting One-shots.

Fandom: Inuyasha Genre: Romance/Friendship Pairings: InuKag, MirSan, SessKagu Ch. 1 l Ch. 2 l Ch. 3 l Ch. 4 l

Chapter 5: All I Want for Christmas is You (part 1 of 2) Word Count: 2590 Can also be found here

Kagome knew she was blushing.

She could feel the heat growing in her cheeks as she continued to stare across the room to where the object of her affections sat. Inuyasha sat at the dining room table, his face screwed in concentration, as he battled against frosting and gingerbread.

He had somehow managed to get icing everywhere, including his face and hair. He lifted his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean, and then running his tongue slowly over his lips to catch any remnants. Her heart beat quickened, and she shamelessly thought that his lips looked very kissable.

“Kagome?”

Biting her lip, Kagome watched in a daze as Inuyasha began to slip off his button-up shirt, grumbling something about it being one of his nicer ones, leaving his arms bare and his chest covered only by a wife-beater. She could practically feel the drool drip down her chin as he continued his work, his forearms flexing.

What she wouldn’t give for him to wrap those arms around her.

“Kagome, are you still there?”

Sango’s voice over the receiver finally startled Kagome out of her audacious musings, further deepening her blush.

“Y-Yes, I’m still here.” She immediately turned around and proceeded back into the kitchen, covering her face with her hand as if to hide her rosy cheeks. “Sorry about that. What were you saying?”

“I was saying that I won’t be able to join you guys today. Since my dad and Kohaku went to the hockey game, my mom needs me to run some errands with her.”

“Oh, well that’s all right,” Kagome said, while simultaneously trying to cool her blush by fanning herself. It didn’t help that the oven was on, making the room feel much hotter than it probably was. “I think we can survive without you this time.”

“Really?” Sango spoke skeptically. “You think you’ll be able to keep the boys in line?”

Kagome pondered for a moment before smiling sheepishly. “Well, I’ve left them unsupervised for a few minutes and they haven’t caused a disaster yet. So that’s a good thing, right?”

Sango exhaled deeply on the other line. “Well, just tell them if they don’t behave, I’ll castrate the both of them.”

“Sango!” Kagome shrieked, all efforts of disposing of her blush now gone to waste. “Since when have your threats become so crass?”

She could hear her chuckle on the other line. “Since the boys stopped believing I could actually beat them up – which, by the way, I still can.”

Rolling her eyes, Kagome leaned the phone in the crook of her neck, held in place by her shoulder. “If you say so.”

“Inuyasha, what the hell is that?” Miroku’s voice came from the dining room.

“What are you talkin’ about? It’s a house.”

“More like a haunted mansion. Seriously, do you even know what a house looks like?”

Inuyasha scoffed. “I can do whatever the fuck I want.”

“Language, boys!” Kagome called out before turning her attention back to the phone. “Look, Sango, I have to go. But call me later tonight after you’re done helping your mom.”

“Will do. Good luck!”

“Thanks,” she murmured sarcastically. The girls said their goodbyes, allowing Kagome to return to her task at hand, as well as the sinful thoughts she had minutes earlier.

Even though she told Sango it was okay, she silently berated her for canceling on them, leaving her to fend for herself against Inuyasha and Miroku’s usual depravity. Although, she couldn’t help but wonder how much damage they could do with some icing and gingerbread.

Sighing deeply, she took a moment to pull herself together. She breathed in the aroma of that perfect blend of spicy and sweet, filling her home with warmth not just from the oven. Gumdrops, marshmallows, and coconut shavings separated, Kagome gathered up their respective bowls and proceeded toward the dining room where she was sure to find disarray.

“Hey, here are some more—“ Her words cut off as she paused in the entryway.

The boys froze upon her entrance, each holding a tube of icing, and looking as if they had just been caught with their hands in Santa’s cookie jar. She glanced over their makeshift masterpieces, and almost laughed at the appearance of Inuyasha’s gingerbread house – which looked more like a lean-to.

But that was not what caused her to stop in her tracks. Somehow, icing was everywhere; on the table, smeared across the chairs, and even on Inuyasha’s face – again.

“He started it!” Inuyasha called out, immediately putting down his weapon when he realized they had been caught.

“Me?” Miroku rebutted with raised brows. “You’re the blockhead who couldn’t take a little constructive criticism!”

“Keh! Who asked for your opinion?”

“I merely tried to assist in your foundation!”

The two men, faces flushed from the heat of the argument, looked absolutely ridiculous, more-so because of the entirety of the situation. Kagome couldn’t even be angry with them for destroying her mother’s dining room or wrecking their gingerbread experiment.

She just found it so funny.

And she started laughing, haphazardly placing the bowls on the table as she watched their dumbfounded expressions. Inuyasha tilted his head like a puppy dog. “What’re you laughing at?” he asked innocently, as if he had no clue what kind of predicament he was in. “Do I have something on my face?”

Kagome wiped a tear from her eye and pointed to his face. “You have some icing there.”

He reached up to swipe at his cheek, but missed entirely, only causing Kagome’s smile to widen.

“Here,” she offered, grabbing a napkin and stepping close. “Let me.”

She wiped away the frosting, dabbing his face lightly, and granted him an amused smile. “Uh, thanks,” he grumbled, his voice husky as a light blush warmed his cheeks.

Kagome tugged on his hair playfully, pulling another glob of frosting free. “You sure are a handful, you know that?” she murmured affectionately.

It took her a full thirty seconds to realize their noses were only a few inches apart and she could feel his warm breath caressing her skin. Her gaze wandered to his lips and she swallowed past the lump in her throat.

“K-Kagome?” Inuyasha whispered, effectively snapping her out of her stupor.

Eyes wide, she suddenly pulled back, feeling heat creep up the back of her neck and flush her cheeks. “Uh, th-there you go,” she fumbled, clearing her throat. “Much better.”

Inuyasha blinked, as if he too had just realized what they had been doing.

Fortunately, as the awkwardness of the situation settled over them, Miroku decided to call out with, “Kagome, I have some frosting on my face, too! Can you come help me?”

Kagome turned to him, chuckling at his child-like pout and hopeful expression. “Sure.”

“Clean your own damn face!” Inuyasha snapped, sending Miroku a heated glare.

“But Inuyasha, why does the beautiful Kagome get to help you and not me?”

Ignoring the insults the boys threw at each other, along with a few pieces of gingerbread and candy, Kagome worked to calm her racing heart. She sighed, watching as they bickered, and realized her school-girl crush on Inuyasha was working its way deeper into her chest, leaving her at a loss.

On the bright side, she knew one thing was for certain.

Inuyasha and Miroku would never be allowed to build gingerbread houses again.

...

A low hum of Christmas music played in the background, coupled with the crackle and pop of the fire in the grand hearth. The beautifully embellished tree towered over them, lights twinkling across the glossy ribbons and brightly colored paper.

Kagome pulled another piece of tape from the dispenser and expertly folded the corner of wrapping paper, sealing it in place. She smiled at her handiwork, rather proud at how far she had come since she was a child. Her mother taught her well.

Glancing over, she realized not everyone had gotten better when it came to wrapping presents, evidenced by Inuyasha’s catastrophe. He currently attempted to tape together an odd-shaped gift for their friend, Shippo, but he was having no luck in making it look pretty.

Sango suddenly exhaled deeply, pushing away her latest gift into her growing pile. “Well, I’m ready for some more hot cocoa.” She stood up from where she had been sitting cross-legged on the floor, stretching her arms high over her head to loosen the muscles. “Anyone else want some?”

“Sure,” Kagome replied, handing her cup over, as well as Inuyasha’s when he distractedly agreed.

“Come on, Miroku,” Sango urged, nudging him with her foot. “Help me in the kitchen.”

“But I’m not done wrapping my gift yet,” he protested, proceeding to fold another corner.

Sango swiftly kicked him again. “I can’t carry four cups by myself.”

Pouting, he slowly climbed to his feet and grabbed their mugs. “I’ve only finished half of my gifts. This is going to take all night!”

“Oh, quit complaining. It’s not our fault you take your sweet time,” Sango berated him as they ventured into the kitchen, the sounds of their conversation fading.

Kagome smiled and turned to Inuyasha, who was still struggling with his present. “Some things never change,” she murmured, shaking her head affectionately. “Here, let me help.”

“No, I got it,” he assured, attempting to pull apart a piece of tape that had somehow stuck to itself.

She rolled her eyes at his pride. “Inuyasha, at least let me show you. That way you can do it yourself next time.”

He opened his mouth to refuse her help again, but at the same time managed to tear the paper wide open, resulting in having to start all over.

Kagome smiled warmly. “Let me.”

Scooting closer, she tore the paper off and began again. She folded the edges of his present neatly, her nimble fingers working quickly to tape it together. Inuyasha crossed his arms, grumbling under his breath that he was doing just fine and didn’t need any help.

While he watched her work, he suddenly turned to her and asked, “Hey, what do you want for Christmas, Kagome?”

She raised her brows with surprise, sparing him a glance. “You haven’t finished all your shopping yet?”

“Nah. I still have Miroku and Sango to do, but the rest are done.”

“Yeah, I still have a few to pick up, too,” she hummed in agreement.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

She looked up at him innocently. “Hm?”

“What do you want for Christmas?”

She shrugged and turned back to wrapping the gift. “Nothing really.”

He furrowed his brows with surprise. “Nothing?” he parroted. “You always have a Christmas list made out in July. What do you mean ‘nothing’?”

“I just don’t want anything this year. Is that a crime?”

He didn’t miss the light blush that dusted her cheeks. “Uh, yeah, for you it is. What’s going on—?”

“Here we are!” Miroku exclaimed as he and Sango suddenly reappeared, effectively interrupting Kagome and Inuyasha’s conversation, which Kagome was all too happy for.

After all, how could she tell him what she really wanted for Christmas?

Sango handed her a cup of hot cocoa, which Kagome quickly took a sip, relishing in the warm chocolate taste and sweet hint of marshmallow. “Perfect, as always.”

“So, did you guys finish your holiday shopping?” Sango asked as she took a break from wrapping gifts.

“We were just talking about that. I still have Souta to buy for, but he should be easy.” Kagome curled her hands around her mug and sighed. “My gramps will be hard, though. I never know what to buy him.”

As the conversation turned to brainstorming ideas of what to buy for the rest of their family and friends, Kagome could feel Inuyasha stealing glances at her. Her answer to his question had left him confused, and contrary to popular belief, Inuyasha wasn’t as dense as he seemed.

...

December twenty-fourth rolled around, and just like many years before, Kagome found herself at Sango’s place to celebrate. However, she wasn’t really in much of a partying mood, even after a few glasses of eggnog.

She had Inuyasha to thank for that.

It had been a week and Kagome still hadn’t told him what she wanted for Christmas. Time was quickly running out, and at this rate, he had told her she would be receiving her present late. Not many stores were open on Christmas, and it was already seven o’clock at night.

Determined to avoid him and his insistent questioning, Kagome had ducked into a different room or another crowd all night. It was rather exhausting, not leaving much energy for actually enjoying the party.

Finally, she had given up on evading him. Curled up on the couch with a cup of hot chocolate in front of the fire place, she gazed at the hearth absently. She listened to the low hum of Christmas music playing in the background, sometimes drowned out by the laughter of some of the guests.

Over the years, the parties at Sango’s place had grown. Extended relatives joined in, some newly married or recent parents, as well as neighbors or friends whose family had all passed and had nowhere to go. Sango’s home was a place of solace during the holidays. After all, no one should be alone on Christmas.

Inuyasha suddenly plopped down next to her, effectively startling her, but when she realized who it was, she smiled. “Having a good time?” she greeted him.

He shrugged. “Yeah, I guess.”

She nodded her head behind her to where his half-brother and his girlfriend were speaking with Ms. Higurashi. “How do you feel about Kagura?”

“Keh,” he scoffed, following her gaze. “She’s all right. Sesshomaru’s more tolerable when she’s around, so that’s nice.”

Kagome laughed. “Yeah, I can see how she can keep him in line.”

Silence fell over them as Kagome sipped on her cocoa. She stole glances at Inuyasha out of the corner of her eye. He wore a red cashmere sweater that fit snug in all the right places and he had pushed up his sleeves to his elbows due to how warm it was inside.

God, did he look good.

“So…” Inuyasha prodded hesitantly, effectively pulling Kagome’s gaze back to his own. “Are you ever going to answer my question?”

She already knew what he was referring to. Averting her gaze to her cup of hot chocolate, she watched the marshmallows float in the milky-brown. “I already told you.”

“That wasn’t a real answer.” He wrapped his arms around her bended legs, resting his chin on her knees.

She gazed into his amber eyes, flecked with firelight, and affectionately tousled his hair. “I don’t want anything,” she tried again, hoping to ward him off with a smile.

He didn’t buy it. “Liar.” He pulled her hand free from his hair and held it. “I’m serious. What’s going on?”

Kagome swallowed hard past the lump in her throat, feeling her stomach pool with unfamiliar warmth and the feel of Inuyasha’s calloused hands against her own. She felt heat flush her cheeks, and it wasn’t from the warmth of the fire. “Inuyasha…”

His hand tightened around hers. “Tell me, Kagome. What do you want for Christmas?”

She wasn’t sure where her courage came from, but she suddenly found herself taking the proverbial leap of faith. So while staring into the amber eyes that gave her butterflies, in a small, breathy whisper, she spoke a single word.

“You.”

#inuyasha #kagome #inukag #fanfiction #inuyasha fanfiction #inukag fanfiction #my fanfiction #sassy stays classy #a christmas story

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ikenbar · 5 years ago

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Mr. Love: Ike’s Choice CH3 PT 4

Warnings: Slight angst, Lucien FLUFF, may come across as date rape but it isn’t. Ike just isn’t used to being treated so well lol, and cliffhangers that will leave you wanting more :D

(Chapter Three (Victor and Lucien) prologue and part one, and parts two and three here~)

((Please read the author’s note (and the beginning of the story) on chapter one part one if you’re new here :D))

Chapter three:

Part four:

I stalled the meeting for as long as I could. Reading every line on the contract, starting pointless conversations with Victor, asking multiple dumb questions. It all worked but I only received five minutes and a really annoyed CEO. I really hoped five minutes would be enough for Lucien to leave but, judging by the patience that man held for me during dinner, my options were grim.

I approached the front doors of LFG and saw a black sedan parked by the front steps. A long, slender figure stood in front of the car, leaning on the passenger side door, holding a bouquet of flowers. My stomach turned. He bought me flowers.

Me.

Flowers.

Crud.

Lucien caught my nervous eye through the glass doors. He smiled warmly and stood from his place on the car. No backing out now. I took in a deep breath and I pushed open the front doors.

“Sorry to keep you.” I said as I neared the car, “The meeting ran longer than initially intended.”

“Not a problem.” Lucien smiled, “I’m willing to wait. Especially if it means I get to see you.” I halted in my steps. How could he be so forward like that? And with such elegance? He does it as if it were second nature! How am I supposed to respond to something like that?

“For you.” Lucien said warmly. I hesitated but took the bouquet anyway.

“Uh... Thanks?” I awkwardly muttered. I am normally such a confident person! How did this man make me feel so childish!? Lucien smiled gently as he walked forward, closing the distance between us. He handed me the flowers in his hands.

“Thank you.” I said, inspecting the flowers, “For the blue... hyacinths?”

“I’m impressed.” Lucien’s smile grew through his words, “Do you garden?”

“No. Maria does.” I said, petting one of the flower’s petals daintily, “I used to help her out when I was younger. She would tell me stories about them and what each one represents.” I racked my brain. What did Maria say the hyacinths represented? Good cheer? Hope? Happiness?

“Oh? So do you know what these flowers symbolize?” Lucien asked, intrigue dripping from his tongue.

I gave my mind one last search but, eventually, I just shook my head. Lucien tilted his head slightly as he clicked his tongue, “Well, maybe you will have an idea of what they mean after tonight.” I looked up at him questionably. Before I could get a word out though, Lucien’s face changed from placisity, to worry. "Did you get enough sleep last night?" He asked kindly, surveying me closely.

"What?"

“I’m fine,” I said, “It’s just a scratch." Lucien knitted his eyebrows slightly.

“It looks as if you have stayed up for quite a while." Lucien placed a cool finger tip under my eye, unintentionally sending shivers up my spine.

"I stayed up all night to prepare for this meeting." I said, plainly. Lucien hummed but didn't move his hand.

"This cut is new.” Lucien’s finger traveled from my eye to my cheek. Man, I need to put a band-aid on that. I brushed away Lucien’s hand.

“I leave you alone for a week and you’ve already hurt yourself.” Lucien shook his head, “Maybe I should work harder to make sure you aren’t left frequently unsupervised.”

“It’s nothing!” I said this quickly, hoping to derail that train of thought. Lucien frowned.

I avoided his stare and moved backwards, "I fell.”

“Taking care of yourself should always be a priority." Lucien spoke in a manner that reflected a teacher’s, "No meeting is worth the cost of your health. Anyway, the best way to prepare for a meeting is a goodnight's rest and a healthy breakfast.” Lucien drew closer to my face, causing my cheeks to burn slightly, “As for the cut, it looks to have been pretty deep to have left that kind of a scar. What exactly happened to you the week we were apart?”

“Oh really?" Lucien straightened his posture and arched an eyebrow, "Where did you fall?”

“In the forest. Just outside of town. By the hills.”

“Hm, are these the same hills that were on the news? The ones to do with that old warehouse explosion?” Lucien’s words were simple but it sent my stomach into a downward fall, “What were you doing there?”

“Going for a walk.” I lied. Images of the last week’s events flashed in my head. I silently tried to brush them off as looked up at Lucien quizzically, “I saw that on the news too. What do you think could have caused it?”

“Hm,” Lucien held his chin in thought, “Well, it was an old warehouse. Perhaps there was faulty wiring. Or a group of delinquent kids that were playing with matches and spray paint.” Lucien looked down at me, “Do you have any thoughts on the matter?”

“None.” I spoke slowly, trying to cover up my obvious suspiciousness, “That’s why I thought I’d ask. You are the scientist, after all.” Lucien trained his eyes on mine. I could feel him pry his way into my thoughts, searching for the answers I was keeping from him.

As I was ready to put up my defenses against him, Lucien’s smile returned. He placed his hand on top of my head and carefully petted it. “Next time you want to go for a walk, let me know. I’d feel better knowing you’re safe and by my side.” With that, he strode back to the car and opened the passenger side door. “Shall we?” He gestured to the inside of the car. I stood there for a moment, dumbfounded. I didn’t know if him dropping the topic so quickly was surrender or strategic attack. Either way, I could tell that even though that battle was over, the war had just begun. I shook my head slightly to recenter myself and walked to the open door to Lucien’s car.

I sat down in his car and Lucien shut the door next to me. After he did, I breathed out carefully. This was really happening. I am going on my first date. He had bought me flowers. He was going to take me out to eat. He wants to talk about me and really hold a conversation where I am the center of attention. I can’t handle this. Maybe he’d understand if I-

My eyes froze on the flowers in my hand. Words from this morning entered my mind.

“This will be good for you. It’ll get you out of your head and into the world for a change.”

I needed to get out of my head

Lucien had taken time out of his day to find me flowers and a place to eat.The least I could do was accept it… but, still, this was all very new and overwhelming for me… I wonder if talking to someone will help me calm down. I pulled out my phone and opened the Contacts app. I skimmed through the names displayed on the screen.

Ashton would tell me that if I were feeling uncomfortable to just bail.

Bart and Maria would worry about me then offer to sit in on the date to supervise.

Gavin should be recovering. Besides, I didn’t want to make him worry over such a trivial problem as this anyway.

Kiro is… Kiro. A superstar like him shouldn't have to listen to my problems.

Sam… wasn’t a bad choice. After all, he was the one who helped me to decide to put trust in him… which led me to this situation of feeling overwhelmed and nervous. Which makes me want to slap the kid’s face so maybe it was a bad idea.

As I was losing hope, one name flashed on the screen.

Victor.

My finger stopped scrolling and trained my eyes on the message icon. Victor would be an ideal choice. He would tell me straight up that I was overreacting what I should do to calm down. He wouldn’t beat around the bush or spare my feelings…. But he was my boss. I couldn’t turn to him about problems outside of work. He would call me a dummy and blow me and my funding off faster then I could take back everything I said.

I sighed and leaned my head back against the car seat. Maybe talking to someone about my meaningless exaggerations wasn’t the best idea. After all, I was really just overthinking it all. Nothing was going to happen that night. I was going to be fine.

Lucien opened the driver’s side door and sat down in front of the wheel. He smiled at me as he shut the door. “Ready?” He asked sweetly. I forced a nod and placed my phone back in my pocket. Lucien started the car and we pushed off of the sidewalk and away from LFG. As the car moved down the street, I leaned on my hand and directed my attention to the window next to me, trying to steady my racing heart. The car ride shouldn’t be too bad. As long as it was silent and no prying questions were asked. Knowing Lucien, I knew it wouldn't take long for that to happen. So, I decided to speak first.

"What are your plans for tonight?"

“Don’t you mean ‘our plans?’” Lucien flashed a smirk in the rear view mirror. I arched my eyebrow. He chuckled and focused back on the road, “... I’m not going to tell you.”

“What? Why?” I asked, quickly turning my head to face him.

“Mystery will provide more to the experience.” Lucien hummed playfully.

“You sound like Maria.” I sighed and redirected my attention to the window.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Can I at least know if I should be prepared for anything?”

“The way you are now is perfect. No need to change anything.”

I felt my cheeks grow slightly hot from worry as my shoulders involuntarily tensed. There was a moment of silence. the air in the car became denser with each passing second as overwhelming thoughts flooded my mind. What if this was all a plot by Montu? What if Lucien was actually a spy preparing me to turn me over to some terrible plan that could potentially end my life and the lives of innocents?? And I got into his car like it was nothing?! What if the place he was taking me to was-

Lucien placed a hand on my knee. I jumped at the sudden touch. Lucien merely sighed and rubbed my thigh slightly with his thumb. “You’re safe with me.” Lucien’s voice rumbled soothingly in my ears, “Nothing bad will happen to you tonight. Not while you’re with me.” I had never heard such calming words from anyone in my life. Especially not directed to me. Lucien really knew how to make someone feel comfortable. I felt all the worry in my heart fade and my shoulders ease slightly. Sensing the calming atmosphere, Lucien removed his hand from my knee. “Feeling better now?” He asked calmly, as if to a once raging beast.

“Give it time.” I said, redirecting my attention outside, “I’m sure I’ll find another reason to feel tense.” Lucien laughed gently.

“Not if I can help it.” Lucien winked at me from the rear view mirror.

Eventually, Lucien pulled the car to an empty sidewalk and slowed it to a park. We had stopped at a street I have never seen before. I looked at Lucien quizzically and found he had already been looking at me. “Close your eyes.” Lucien smiled sweetly. My shoulders tensed up again.

“What?” My tone conveyed exactly how defensive I was feeling then.

“This is just to add to the mystery.” Lucien opened his door and got out of the car. I watched as he walked around the front and to my door. When he opened it, I was immediately greeted by the sound of old folk music and chattering voices. “Don’t worry,” He assured, “I won’t let you fall.” I opened my mouth, ready to refuse, when Lucien cut me off. “If you feel unsafe at any time, you may open your eyes. I’m not forcing you to do anything. But I am asking you to trust me.” I paused. Lucien obviously thought a lot about this. He just wants me to be happy. He isn’t asking me to jump off a bridge. Just to close my eyes. I can do that. I can close my eyes…

With one final sigh, I closed my eyes. Lucien took my hand and guided me out of the car. At first, I struggled against his guidance, trying to maintain control of my feet.

“It seems as if you know where you are going.” I could hear Lucien smirking through his words, “Should I let go?”

“No.” I quickly answered, tightening my grip to his hand, "Sorry. I… Sorry.”

Lucien chuckled, “Let me lead.”

I took a deep breath, then relaxed my legs. Lucien pulled at my hand again and this time, I was more willing to follow. After a little more walking Lucien halted his steps, stopping me along with him. I felt him replace the hand holding me with his other one as he walked behind me. I felt his body draw close to my back as he placed his free hand softly around my waist. I tensed and felt my eyes flicker, threatening to open.

“Keep them closed.” Lucien whispered in my ear, letting go of my hand and placing them over my eyes, cutting out all light from my eyelids, “We aren’t there yet. You’ll need to be patient.” I felt my cheeks rush with blood as I forced my eyes shut. I felt him push his body against mine as he started guiding me again. What air we had between us was shared as I could smell the peppermint in his breath as it tickled my neck. The warmth from his hand make its way through my shirt and touch a part of my heart that had remained frozen for a long long time. I could feel Lucien’s chest press against my back, allowing me to feel his heartbeat. I was suddenly aware of my own heartbeat as the intimacy of the situation made my heart race and my breathing along with it. I felt Lucien’s head lean in closer to my ear.

“Nervous?” Lucien’s voice was deeper than usual, causing a shiver to run down my back and my breathing to stop momentarily.

“N-no.” I stammered nervously. Looking for a way to cover my lie, I directed my attention to his heartbeat, “Are you?” Lucien chuckled handsomely in my ear, causing my already crimson cheeks to become even hotter.

Just as I thought I was going to explode, Lucien stopped guiding me. “We’re here.” He said, pulling his hand away from my eyes but maintaining his position behind me. My eyes fluttered open and I took in the sight in front of me. My jaw dropped.

We were standing in front of a glistening fountain. Lights from the surrounding nook of buildings lit up it’s waters, as well as the lanterns that were strung across their roofs, connecting every building to the ones across from them. The tilted structures looked as if they had been there for ages as vines and cracks laced the brick walls. The wooden doors barely hanging from their hinges as years of weathering tore at their layers. The cobblestone floor was a light muddy brown from the thousands of dusty foot steps that had graced it before we did. The ground was broken in places as stubborn plants burst through it, hoping to find some sunlight.

The small nook of buildings seemed as if it should be a ghost town, but it was far from it. The windows of the buildings were lit up as lives bustled within them. I could barely make out the words on the signs advertising each of the building’s residences, but they looked to be small shops, bars, and restaurants.

Customers chatting gleefully amongst each other and folk music from a small bar filled the once tense atmosphere. But even as the voices took up the air, you could still hear the soothing sounds of the fountain as it spotted from a large spout in the middle and onto layers of decrepit sediment. The setting sun in the background just made the scene even more of a beauty to behold.

Lucien pulled away from my face making a wave of smells fill my nostrils from the mixtures of different types of food in the air. I wasn’t able to particularly make out a specific kind of food but the combination made my stomach growl.

Every piece of that plaza reminded me of something but I couldn’t put a finger on what. It felt so homely and comforting but at the same time, unnerved by unpredictably. As if something could go terribly wrong terribly fast. But no one there cared. Everyone was there to spend the night with joy and each other. And even through the bustling and the screeching music, things seemed almost peaceful.

“What do you think?” Lucien asked sweetly as he positioned himself next to me, taking my hand in his and squeezing it slightly. I dragged my eyes away from the scene and onto Lucien. I couldn’t find the words to describe how I felt. Most of them ended up forming a lump in my throat. I could feel my chest compress tightly and,

for the first time that night,

My mind was left blank.

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apex-academy · 5 years ago

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Chapter 4: Six Chambers, One Loaded (#23)

We meet for another lesson the next day. Guess this is a regular occurrence now. As long as the others don’t mind, neither do I. Have to do something while we’re stuck here. And we still have several functional fire extinguishers, so it shouldn’t be too risky.

I’m not rewarded with the best onigiri I’ve ever tasted, but hey, better than I could have done unsupervised.

Once my dishes are washed, I head out to the cafeteria. Maybe I’ll hang out a while. Even with Aki and Yuki still in the kitchen, I’m not alone in here.

“Yo, Kakumi! ‘Sup?”

“Nothing new.”

Kanagi motions for me to join her, so apparently this is where I’m sitting now. Mahavir joins us shortly afterwards.

”...”

“...”

Not much to gossip about. Gambling isn’t a great topic with Mahavir here, and not much else has been going on. Just that stupid motive, which doesn’t change our daily life anyway.

“So I hear you’re, like, doing cooking lessons now?”

“Aki and me, yeah. It’s... something.”

“You’re giving Shitanaga cooking lessons?”

“N-no, we’re both getting them from Yuki.”

“Ah.”

I can see him straining not to look relieved. Thanks for the vote of confidence.

“Cool, cool.”

“You up to anything, Iggy?”

“...”

“Like, come on. You’re not still pissed about the dorayaki stuff, are you?”

“...”

“I prefer to be addressed by my name.”

“Like, yeah, I said ‘Iggy’.”

She doesn’t see a problem here, huh?

I hear a door open and turn my head. Otoya peers in from the hallway. At least, I think it’s Otoya. Can’t see the person, really, but most of us aren’t this hesitant to enter an occupied room.

I attempt to discreetly nod him inside and turn back to my neighbors.

“Oh, part of the lesson yesterday was actually pretty interesting...”

I do my best to keep up a distraction, but without looking I have no way to tell if Otoya actually dared to enter or not. Either way, I can only bluff so much before something that actually is interesting takes over the conversation. But it’s all the same, as long as we’re still chatting it up.

“Be straight with me, dude. Did she tell you the secret of the dorayaki?”

“How could she do that when we don’t have red bean paste?”

“I don’t know... Like... Somehow.”

“I’d be hard-pressed to teach anything myself. The spices I tend to use are conspicuously lacking here.”

“Yeah? I think Yuki’s interested in foreign food, though. Have you talked to her about it?”

“Not to any real extent.”

I drum my fingers on the table. What kind of spices is he used to using? Doubt I’m familiar with them, but I can always ask.

I open my mouth and am immediately interrupted.

“Shut up!”

“...”

Guess Otoya came in after all. I swing my legs over the bench and turn to see what’s up.

“Why should I? I’m just telling the truth!”

Oh. Great. Him.

“More like spouting off a loud of crap. Now shut up.”

“Why are you so sensitive, anyway?”

“Did your Mommy not tell you you were speeeeee-cial enough?”

Otoya shoves his tray away from him and stands.

“What’s your problem, you freaking rotting beanpole?”

“There’s way too much wrong with you for me to start playing 20 Questions over it.”

“Oh, it’s 20 Questions now, is it? All right! Animal, mineral, or vegetable?”

I’m starting to worry Otoya might actually bust a blood vessel.

“Or all of the above? And some desserts for good measure?”

Otoya backs away.

“S-screw off. I’m done with you.”

He laughs. “Oh, what, are we pretending I’m the only one who thinks it? That it isn’t incredibly obvious? Please.”

“You won’t touch anything sweet, you barely touch normal food, you work out way too much and can’t even handle people looking at you. How dumb do you think we are?”

Otoya takes another step back, shoulders squared.

“A-are you gonna shut up already, or do I have to make you?!”

Ichiriki just closes in.

“I bet allllll the other kids picked on you for being...”

“so...”

“FAT.”

A heartbeat of silence. Then Otoya lunges and grabs him by the neck.

“Hey—!”

If there’s any fear in Ichiriki’s eyes I can’t see it from here. Otoya lifts him off the floor, then slams him down, straight through the table. The crash is so loud my hands fly to my ears on their own.

“Oh crap.”

“Tegushi!”

Both of them scramble over our table to get to where rubble’s still falling from the other one. I rise to my feet, but I doubt there’s anything I can do.

“DO YOU WANNA DIE?!”

“Ahehehe... Did I strike a nerve?”

Otoya’s hand is still clamped around Ichiriki’s throat.

“Otoya!”

I don’t know if he can hear me—hear any of us. But it doesn’t matter. Mahavir’s at least grabbed one arm, leaving Kanagi to restrain the other.

“GET AW-W-WAY FROM ME!”

He struggles, but we have the right people for the job. Mahavir’s feet leave the ground briefly, but he and Kanagi still get Otoya’s hands away from Ichiriki.

“Dude, chill! You can’t kill people just for being an asshole!”

“We don’t have the medical expertise to fix everything here! Don’t do something you’ll regret!”

“..................”

He thrashes, but Kanagi and Mahavir drag him away from the ruins of the table. Ichiriki isn’t getting up anytime soon, but I can at least tell he’s breathing.

It takes Otoya several tries to make any sound.

“L... L... L-l-l... L-l-let m-me GO!”

That and a thrust of his elbows is enough to get Mahavir off of him.

“Whoa, hey!”

Otoya pries Kanagi’s hands off while he has the chance and stumbles several paces back, panting. His head swings around before he stares at Ichiriki. Otoya’s breathing picks up the pace, his teeth grind, and he grabs another table. With a yelp, Kanagi retreats and tries to help Mahavir keep standing.

Apparently the wall is a good enough target this time. Otoya slams the entire table into it with another astounding crash and a screech of deformed metal. Chest heaving, he drops the table’s remains where he stands.

“.....”

With that, he makes a choking sound, stumbles, and pelts out of the room.

“...”

This is... I can’t just let him run off like that. Who knows who else he might run into, and... This might not be safe for me, either, but we’re on decent terms, right?

Guess I’m on the bomb squad now.

I hurry after him, managing to fling the door open without hesitation..

“What are you doing?!”

“Don’t follow me unless it sounds like someone’s dying!”

“Wait, what does that sound like?!”

I’m already gone.

I can’t tell for sure where Otoya went from here, but I know what my best bet is.

“...”

My pulse is pounding too loudly for me to hear anything clearly, so I try pressing on the door. It’s not quite closed. Probably got slammed so hard the latch couldn’t take.

“......”

Yeah, there’s definitely crying in there.

What do I do? He must want to be left alone, but... Does he really? If it’s because he doesn’t want to get picked on, he has nothing to worry about from me.

I swallow and risk a quiet knock against the door frame.

“...Otoya? Can I come in?”

If he responds, I don’t catch it. Not much of a no, but I’m not about to step in without a yes.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“...Write about it?”

Still nothing. Without crossing the threshold, I at least push the door open wide enough to peek in. Otoya sits at his desk, his arms folded on its surface and his forehead resting on his forearms. His shoulders shake.

“...”

He hasn’t screamed or thrown anything, so I’ll just hang around here. No one else is milling about the hall, so it should be safe enough. I think he’s well past the berserker response, anyway.

“.............”

I think I hear an attempt at a word in there somewhere, but it’s nothing I can piece together. Eventually he sniffs and gives it another try.

“Sh-sh-shu-shut th-the door.”

“Which side of it should I be on?”

“I d-d-d-don’t c-care.”

That suffices.

I take a silent step inside and shut the door behind me. Turn the lock while I’m at it. Maybe that’s dangerous, but I’m really not that worried about my own health in this situation. I can stay out of arm’s reach. If he’s glued to the desk, then it’d be even easier. He sure doesn’t look close to moving.

“...........”

“...”

I straighten out some of his blankets while I’m over here. Awful lot of them. Feel like he wouldn’t mind one now, but I won’t take chances.

“Wh-why are... are y-you here.”

He doesn’t lift his head to look at me.

“You did say you didn’t care...”

“But if you mean why did I follow you in the first place... I was just worried. That was some outburst back there.”

He falls silent for a while longer. On my side, his bed is getting made about as much as it’s ever going to.

“Wh-why?”

“Why was I worried?”

He nods a little.

“Bec-c-c-cause I’m gonna e-end up k-killing someone?”

“Won’t say I wasn’t worried about that... Especially after Mary Jane.” I sigh.

“But mostly I wanted to see if you were okay.”

He says something, but his voice is too quiet to make out. Maybe it was another “why.”

“Is there some reason I shouldn’t?”

“P-p-probably.”

“Like what?”

“I-I-I don’t know... B-because I’m not nice and I d-d-d-don’t know h-how to talk to people and-d-d I sound stupid and I l-look stupid and...”

I can’t tell whether he runs out of breath or insults. Either way, he doesn’t start up again.

I take a few steps and sit on the corner of his bed. A little closer. Not too close.

“But everyone has trouble with that sometimes. You sure do your best to make people leave you alone, but otherwise I don’t see how you’re worse than anyone else.”

“...”

“Look, I’m not a therapist. But it seems like there are a lot of things in your head that don’t line up with reality.”

“...Was Ichiriki right?”

“.........”

Might be digging too deep, I don’t know. I wait a while for a response. There’s nowhere I need to be anytime soon.

His voice eventually comes, so quiet I’m not sure if I’m supposed to hear it.

“.....................Am-m I fat?”

“No.”

“.......”

“Hope that didn’t sound dismissive, but it really didn’t require much thought.”

“Are you su—su—s-sure?”

“Yeah. You aren’t sure?”

“N-no... I don’t know... I... I-I c-can’t tell... It’s just—just—just... always b-been... I... Ev-v-veryone s-still loo... looks at m-me like I am... I still... I kn-now I w-weigh too much... I even... made Monochap... g-get rid of it on m-m-my profile...”

“But people... still m-make f-fun... of me... I... H-how am I... s-supposed t-t-to tell...”

“...”

What do I say? His real build is so blatantly obvious I can't imagine how he could picture himself differently. How can he not know? It’s hard to come up with any answer that doesn’t sound condescending.

“.........”

“...”

“Otoya. Do you trust me?”

“...”

“We’re friends, right?”

“I... I... Y... I-I don’t... M... May... Y... Yes...?”

“Right. So you know I wouldn’t make fun of you, especially not for anything that hurts you this much. Because a friend wouldn’t do that. Right?”

“R-right...”

“Okay. Then trust me. You’re not fat. Not even remotely. And everyone can tell you’re not. You’re a big guy, but it’s, uh, definitely muscle.”

“According to most modern body image standards, you probably count as hot.”

He chokes, and I try not to flinch too much.

“Okay that was probably not what needed to be said but we’ve already established I’m not a therapist, please don’t die I’m sorry.”

He moves on to coughing, which I think is him recovering. Not sure I’m physically capable of Heimlich-ing this guy if the need arises, so I’ll hope for the best.

“I mean... It’s not like it would matter if you were fat, either. You’re smart, and you’ve been really helpful, even if you don’t like to speak up much.”

The coughing trails off, but he still won’t look at me. Can’t say I’m surprised.

“This is just proof we can all be socially awkward sometimes, it’s fine.”

He’s wheezing. Not sure if there’s laughter in there somewhere or if he just hasn’t remembered how to breathe yet.

“Just... Just trust me, okay? You’re good.”

“...”

“Ehehehe... heh...”

Has he moved on to hysteria now? Help.

Either way, he falls silent again. His attempts to wipe his face dry on his sleeves don’t seem terribly productive, so I grab some tissues from the bathroom. All I get in reply is a vague mumble, but he does take them.

“...”

“Um... Thanks? I th-think?”

“Yeah?”

He almost kind of smiles before thunking his forehead back down where it was earlier.

“...I’m tired.”

“I can imagine. I’ll leave you alone, then?”

“Mm.”

“Okay. Uh, take care.”

Another grunt. I’ll go ahead, then.

I step back into the hall and quietly close the door behind me.

Did I help? I’m not sure if he believed me or if he was just progressing to more serious stages of mental breakdown.

“So glad we got that counselor’s office with no one manning it.”

Better than Monochap trying to, I guess. Whatever. I’ll just keep an eye on him.

For now, I should probably let the others know I survived.

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discomfort-food · 6 years ago

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Terrifying, Beautiful, Maddening (A Hegeleth fic) 4/?

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Jeralt, famed Blade Breaker, former Captain of the Knights of Seiros, and captain of the Silver Wolves mercenary company, has held many titles throughout his many years. But there is only one that would make him stop midway through a battle briefing with his company lieutenants and, most importantly, set down his morning coffee.

“Dad!”

His men are confused at first as to why he stops mid-sentence, but it is made clear to them after following his gaze and spotting the familiar head of dark hair running full-tilt through the mercenary camp. Barely eight years old, the small girl is sure-footed and possesses an almost uncanny amount of grace, deftly leaping over piles of firewood and darting between unaware soldiers, causing them to stumble to stay on their feet.

“Dad!” She repeats again upon reaching him, skidding to a sharp halt, not short of breath in the slightest despite her dash across the camp.

“What is it, kiddo?” His voice is cheerful, but inwardly he is more than a bit alarmed at the uncharacteristic exclamation of his name not once, but twice.

She looks up at him, clenching and unclenching her fists as she takes a moment to find the words. “In… In the woods.” She turns slightly and points behind her.

“What’s in the woods?” He says patiently, encouraging his daughter to elaborate. If Byleth had been like most children, he would have told her to wait until his meeting was over, but Byleth was not like most children. It would not be uncommon for her to go the whole day without talking, and when she did decide to speak it was never more than the minimum necessary to get her point across.

“A fox. It’s hurt.” She clutches the edge of her tunic and only now does he notice the blood on her hand.

He sighs. “Looks like you’re hurt too, kiddo.” She looks at her hand and then back at him, nodding blankly. He turns back to his men. “Okay, boys, I think we’re about done here anyway. Vilja, Edran, make sure all the horses and wagons are inspected and ready to set out tomorrow. Caius, take a few men and scout the forest ahead, report back to me this evening.”

Saluting, his lieutenants disband. Jeralt swigs the last of his coffee in a single lukewarm gulp and pats Byleth on the shoulder. “Let’s get that hand looked at, and then we’ll go see what we can do about this fox, all right?” Byleth nods and follows her father to the medical tent.

Once her hand is cleaned and bandaged up, Byleth leads her father out of the mercenary camp and into the thick pine forest surrounding it. They travel in silence for a good ten minutes, the girl occasionally glancing behind her to ensure Jeralt is keeping up. He feels a small pang of parental guilt for letting his child wander so far unsupervised, but in truth she is far more capable of spending the day alone in the woods than many grown adults he has met. To this day she has never gotten lost, and is always sure to return before sundown. She is also quite proficient with the small dagger on her hip, although he has told her only to use it in self-defense as a last resort.

They slow as they approach an outcropping of moss-covered rocks in a relatively clear area of the forest. Byleth stops a few paces away from it and points towards where two rocks have fallen against each other, forming a small cave less than two feet high. The dried pine needles carpeting the ground have been scraped aside in front of the cave, exposing the dirt beneath, as if something has been thrashing about.

“It was caught by the wire, but it went in there when I tried to free it.”

“And I suppose that’s when it decided to take a nip out of you, then?”

Byleth nods and rubs at her bandaged hand. Jeralt steps closer to the rocks and spies a thin wire tied to a nearby sapling, pulled taut and leading into the small cave. “Did you set this?”

“I thought it was a rabbit den. Caius showed me how.”

“What he should have taught you is to be more careful when dealing with animals that can fight back,” Jeralt says, making a mental note to have a discussion with Caius about appropriate lessons to teach his daughter. He crouches down and peers into the cave. He can just make out the huddled form of the fox, ears pressed backward and mouth opened in a stressed pant.

Byleth kneels down on the ground next to him to get a better view.

“Now, reaching a hand in there is just asking to receive another bite, so we’re going to have to get it to come out on its own. I want you to untie the wire at the other end so it has some slack, all right?” Byleth nods and complies.

With a little time and a long stick, they manage to lure the fox out of its hole so Jeralt can grab it by the scruff of the neck and loosen the snare that had been pulled tight enough to draw blood. Once the snarling animal is free, he releases it, and they watch it bound away into the trees. He looks over at his daughter and sees her brow is furrowed in thought.

He plops down onto the soft pine needles and pats the space next to him for her to sit down. “What’s on your mind, kid?”

She picks up a twig and snaps it in half, the pieces falling to the forest floor. “Why did it bite me? I was just trying to help it.”

He chuckles and ruffles her messy hair. “I know you were, kid. But it was just scared of you and trying to protect itself. They can’t talk, so they have to use teeth and claws. Even a rabbit can give a nasty bite to someone who isn’t paying attention.” Byleth’s blue eyes grew wide. “An animal is most dangerous when it is cornered and feels like it has nowhere to go. So I want you to be careful in the future, all right?”

Byleth nods, understanding written on her face.

Jeralt smiles and stands, holding his hand out to help her up. “What do you say we head on back to camp?”

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Byleth was about a day’s trek from Garreg Mach monastery by her estimation. Despite the proximity to the school, the valley she was in was rather isolated, with steep mountain peaks surrounding it, and would cause difficulty for any large group to traverse quickly and unnoticed.

The day was cool and heavy with the threat of more rain after the morning’s showers. The trees were gilded orange and gold, and the sound of water falling from the canopy through the glistening leaves kept her company as she meandered along the slow-moving river at the base of the mountains. As she followed it she noted that there would likely be plenty of fish to catch here.

There was no need for haste this day. Her quarry had made no pretense of hiding her tracks the night before, and a clear path of snapped saplings and branches made for an easy trail to follow. The two of them had fallen into a sort of pattern; Byleth would make progress during the daylight hours, and the other seemed only willing to travel at night, taking shelter in a cave when possible or finding some sort of resting place during the day. Today though, that cycle would break.

Around midday the path wandered away from the river’s edge and into the dense forest. Byleth noted marks on several trees, where bark had been raked off by sharp claws, but they were not fresh. A bear, most likely. A bear that would likely not reside much longer in this valley if it still did at all.

Soon, the trail led her to what she hoped she would find: a cave. Framed by crawling tree roots and moss, the entrance was a good size, perhaps three times her height, rather narrow, but from what she could tell from a safe distance, it opened up further inside.

Curiosity getting the better of her, Byleth took a step forward to get a better look, but her foot found a branch that had been obscured by the carpet of fallen leaves with an echoing snap. She froze, hoping her transgression had not been noticed.

One second, two seconds. Byleth was about to let out the breath she held caged, when a low, rumbling growl echoed out of the cave. Slowly, she put her hand on the blade at her waist, and waited for any signs of movement. Nothing. Not willing to test her luck further, Byleth retreated back the way she came until the river was in faint earshot again.

The trees thinned near the river, and Byleth found a suitable location to set up camp: flat, and a stony ledge on one side providing shelter from wind. The river was shallow here, and provided an ample number of smooth rocks to build a low wall for a campfire, though she did not light it yet. Lamenting the fact she had no pole or line to fish, she made do with a simple meal of mushrooms and berries she had collected earlier that morning.

For the rest of the day, Byleth meditated. Letting thoughts, worries, hopes wash in and out of her mind like the moon-drenched tide, she sat cross-legged and still. She steeled her mind for what she might have to do that night if things did not play out as she expected. While it was true she always had the option of using the power gifted to her by Sothis if things went awry, as she had found with the death of Jeralt, some events in time were fated to be fixed. Her gut told her whatever way tonight went, that’s what the universe wanted to happen, and who was she to stop it?

Her face grew warm as she felt the rain clouds leave to be replaced by the afternoon sun. It was nice here. Her mind briefly flitted to the idea of not going back to the monastery, but- no. Too many people were counting on her, trusting her to provide leadership. She couldn’t do that to Seteth, to Dimitri. They had probably already grown concerned at her absence. Seteth, bless him, would be organizing search parties within the next month if she did not return. Still, the thought of going back to being a simple mercenary was comforting, and it entertained her until sundown.

Alas, the brief moment of warmth was soon to flee, and as the late autumn chill reached through Byleth’s cloak, she rose to gather firewood for the night. There was no need to build a towering blaze like she had done on previous nights, she was close enough to be found easily. She built just enough of a fire to keep her comfortably warm, and settled down to wait.

The rose gold of sunset faded into dusk, and dusk gave way to a moonless night. Byleth gazed up to the stars, tracing the constellations her father had pointed out to her as a child. She wondered what he would think of her now, if he would approve of her choices. She hoped he would, and rubbed the scar on her hand where a scared fox had bitten her so long ago.

Several hours passed. The shadows of the forest closed in around her as her fire dimmed, the flames growing lazy and small. She was contemplating throwing another log on the pile when a gust of cool air fanned the flames for her, releasing a cascade of glowing sparks up into the heavens.

As rapidly as it had blazed, the fire receded again, and as Byleth’s eyes dropped from the stars above, she found the pitch black shadow of the treeline against the stars above to have gained a new, familiar shape. It would easily be mistaken for another tree if not for the pair of glowing red eyes staring down at her.

“Hello, Edelgard.”

The eyes drew back slightly, as if the mention of her name had caused her to flinch.

A rattling breath, and after a moment, a voice rusted from months of disuse replied. “So. You have finally grown tired of toying with me. Are you here to finally put an end to my sordid existence?”

“No.”

“Then why ? Why must you torture me so? I am haunted day and night by you.”

Byleth sighed. “I… I don’t fully know why I’m here. Just that I have to be.” Words had never been easy for her, but for once they came tumbling out in earnest. “Things shouldn’t have turned out this way. I’m sorry, Edelgard. I’m sorry that you felt you had no other choice than to become-”

“Become what? A hideous monster that children scream in terror at? A wretched beast that nature herself doesn’t wish to exist?” She spat her words out, the growling tone underneath growing deeper. “Now, I suppose, my exterior matches my interior.”

“I don’t think that’s true, Edelgard.”

“No? Well, then you are a greater fool than I believed you to be, professor, ” the last word said in a mocking tone.

“No. You almost killed that girl, didn’t you? I know you didn’t want to do that. There is still human in you yet.”

She heard the sharp crack as a branch snapped. “You know nothing about me anymore.” Her voice was low, strained with frustration.

Byleth was silent a moment. “I know that I want to help you, Edelgard. I’m not sure how, but I want to try.”

The red eyes across the fire bored into her soul. “Leave. Me. Alone.” Each word was a threatening rumble.

Byleth continued, unphased. “If you stay here, I can protect you. This valley is isolated, and the Knights of Seiros won’t find you, I’ll make sure of it.”

The infernal crimson eyes disappeared and for a moment Byleth thought she had left in disgust, but a dry, creaking sound grew steadily louder and she realized it was wry laughter.

“Where else can I go? You have made it clear to me I am thoroughly and sorely beaten. Very well. I will stay, a feral beast caught in your pen. But be warned: like your dear prince said, the Edelgard you once knew is long gone. Who knows how long I will be able to hang on to the faint memory of her?” She stepped forward just far enough that the light from the fire could illuminate the faint outline of her face. Despite the bitter anger in her words, Byleth could just make out dark trails, slick with moisture at the corners of her eyes.

“I will stay, you have my word. But don’t come back.”

As silently as she had appeared, the shadow melted back into the forest, and Byleth was alone once again.

#fire emblem #edeleth #fe3h #3h #three houses #edelgard #byleth #hegeleth #fanfic #fic #au

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courage-a-word-of-justice · 5 years ago

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Fate/Zero 1 - 25 (FINAL)

Most of these notes stayed intact during Fate/Stay Winter posts, but I’m releasing them in an unedited version here (aside from the dotpoints and read more, of course).

Fate/Zero 1

For some reason, I have it recorded that I’ve watched F/Z ep. 1, but I don’t remember it! I only remember Saber fighting someone…that’s why I have notes for this ep too.

Ewwwwwww…what’s that in the Macedonian box…?

Oh! Heaven’s Feel is the name of one of the movies that came out this year or last.

LOL, the grandparents of Waver literally refer to him as “Waver”. I thought it was a title. Is it really his name???

I’m very good at making connections between seemingly disconnected things using only the things I know. I predict Kariya’s in for a verrrrrrrry bad time and will probably die in this Grail War, if not go bananas. I already know Rin, Ilya (the Einzbern child) and Sakura are already part of the Fate/ canon, so they’re probably going to fight in a Grail War as well.

Ahhhhhhh! B*stard Archer (that is, Gilgamesh)! He’s hereeeeeeeee!

What’s that counter on the ep title card…? Is it the time until the Grail War…?

Fate/Zero 2

I’ve seen enough spoilers being bandied about that I already know Rider is Alexander the Great.

Like, seriously, why do we call the dude “Waver Velvet”? What’s his real name?

Kiritsugu acts as Ilya’s dad, but…I’m pretty sure he isn’t her dad. Kiritsugu’s surname is Emiya, right? He’s Shirou’s dad, as far as I know. Then again, I only know what I know from being around Fate/ fans for so long.

LOL, there are far too many dragons in this name – Ryuunosuke Uryuu.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! Is this Giant B*stard Archer???? Is this Giant B*stard Archer??? (i.e. Gilgamesh) Oooooooooh! No wonder people like Gilgamesh, even though they call him a giant loveable b*stard.

Fate/Zero 3

Thy don’t call Rider that for nothin’, eh?

I wonder how Saber managed to get a passport…? She’d need one, eh?

Oh…CGI car…it’s burning my eyesssssssss! (although I do believe Troyca didn’t do any better with El-Melloi’s Case Files)

“Hotel in Fuyuki” – They couldn’t be any more explicit with this stuff, could they…?

“…Highness.” – I can see why Saber is so popular with the Fate/ fans now.

Huh? I seem to remember the battle that comes next! Damn *bleep* <- (censored name of anime club manager responsible for the anime marathon that caused me to go from the beginning of F/Z in the first place)! I definitely remember Saber fighting Lancer.

Fate/Zero 4

(sorry, seen this one! That’s where the confusion was! So no notes here!)

Fate/Zero 5

Berserker looks like Goblin Slayer covered in smoke…LOL.

…Well, they don’t call that guy Berserker for nothin’ either.

Rider would make a great Santa Claus, LOL.

Fate/Zero 6

Isn’t there a Joan of Arc in the Netflix Fate/ (Apocrypha)?

Dang, that Kayneth is an evil b*stard, alright!

Kirei is basically Wolverine…?

No wonder you never hear about Caster when people talk about Fate/…he’s neither hot nor a waifu…so nobody gives a s*** about him.

Fate/Zero 7

Is that a Gantz?

Wait, y’mean Rider is motivated…by pants? *spits* Hahahaha…

You can see Ufotable’s much-praised CGI at work here, too.

I can definitely see why Ufotable was chosen for Katsugeki and why they chose Izuminokami for their protag.

Had to google Jeanne to remember what she looks like in this universe, but yeah…she does look like Saber.

For some reason, I had a fleeting thought that Lancer would be the one to be on the mountain alongside Saber…I was right.

So basically, the entire Fate/ series is this: who would win? A mage or an assassin? (Or something like this.)

Fate/Zero 8

I still think Kirei is basically Wolverine.

Kiritsugu = “to cut and tie”.Update: It’s “to tie” and “to inherit”, apparently.

F/Z 9

I wonder…just what is Lancer’s motivation for the Grail? Surely, Servants have their own motives…

I literally covered my eyes when Sola-Ui bent Kayneth’s finger back…it was almost as bad as seeing Nozomi get tortured (Magical Girl Spec-Ops Asuka)…*gulp*

“Not well” is an understatement, Sola-Ui.

I had to google how old Waver was in this Grail War…he’s 19, apparently, so right in my strike zone right here, so to speak~.

Beleaguered Waver is what you cool kids would call the 2020 Mood…and yes, I’m watching this on the 1st of January, 2020 (but you’re reading this after I put it up later in the month), so I’m keeping the comment.

“What kind of moron would go busting in?” – *facepalm* It seems Rider would.

What the heck is Rider riding his chariot over on the floor, anyway? What’s up with these sewer creatures ? They’ve got tentacles…!

F/Z 10

Rin reminds me of Asuka (NGE)…*gulp* That can only mean bad things for her.

Zenjo? I’ll make a note of that name.

That one glowing sign says “Fuyuki Station”.

Rin no Bouken = Rin’s Adventure. I don’t see why the subbers included “Big” in there, tbh.

F/Z 11

Uh-oh. Why do I get the feeling Saber’s going to get very, very drunk…?

Gee whiz, the great b*stard is a narcissist…

Well, sometimes I forget I had “Archer = Gilgamesh” spoilt for me ages ago…probably because he’s all over Babylonia, not to mention he seems to be one of the more popular characters precisely because he is the great b*stard.

“I wish for my homeland’s salvation.” – An interesting thing to say, considering Brexit.

What the f*** is a Gordius…oh, okay. So that’s Rider’s chariot.

How many Assassins are there??? I thought there was just the one, but there were 4 last time.

This discussion is interesting…no wonder Saber got mistaken for Joan of Arc back in the day.

Welp, Assassins gotta assassinate…*shrugs*

Eyyyyyy…there’s this one guy who looks basically like an older Waver Velvet! That explains a few things, I think.

F/Z 12

“Ramasonic” (sic).

I still think Gil-I mean, Archer’s snakeskin pants are hilarious.

I feel like last episode was a lot better in regards to how good Fate/ could be. This episode is just Ufotable animating talking Gilgamesh and Kirei heads.

Why do I get a bad feeling something bad’s going to happen to Maiya…again?

Kirei trying to look bada*s while leaning against a wall…it looks sort of funny, to be honest with you…because he bends his neck at a funny angle.

F/Z 13

This is the end of the 1st cour, apparently…according to AniList, at least.

“…5 billion people.” – I think the number is 7 billion now, but okay.

Never leave your Servant unsupervised, amirite?

I saw one of the bookstore’s shelves has science fiction on it…hmm, in a show with magic, that seems ironic…or was that non-fiction? Also somewhat ironic.

Oh, this “Don’t you want to do anything fun?” from Rider to Waver is an interesting parallel to Kirei’s episode (the previous one).

Dragon guy’s off his rocker…seriously.

Paraphrasing here, but “…if you want to use the Grail to make yourself taller…” – then stick to milk and other calcium products, Waver…LOL. I mean, other anime characters do.

Even Saber Naruto runs! There are no aliens here…but that car does have gull-wing doors (<-had to google what the doors were called), so…is it a DeLorean or something? Then someone could time travel instead.

I thought one of the previous commands from the overseers was to defeat Caster…?

Fate/Zero has become a kaiju movie, LOL.

Scared Waver is also a 2020 Mood…LOL.

F/Z 14

What’s this “Giant of Light” business…?

Geesh…If Ufotable did a Godzilla movie, I would watch that…(now that this monster makes me think of that possibility.)

This is a small quibble, but is it “Diabolo” or “Diablo”?

Somehow it didn’t even hit me until the fight was halfway over…but does Gilgamesh control a flying airship as part of his Noble Phantasm?!

Pretty scenery or not, talking people standing still are just that…not very entertaining, for sure. It’s basically the only flaw of this series, aside from the fact it hasn’t plumbed the depths of its themes yet.

Ufotable’s clouds look kind of like Gainax’s in Houkago no Pleiades, huh?

Tokiomi seems to blame Kariya for the whole sister vs. sister thing. Hmm, it really just shows how demented the guy is.

F/Z 15

Berserker is only ever in CGI, huh? No wonder Ufotable was given the job.

“That’s…from King Arthur’s legend…” – Can I please interrupt with the Excalibur song? (I’m annoying like that and want to ruin your level of immersion, that’s why.)

Hey, who knew? We get to see Joan in this anime, too. Thank you, Ufotable and Type Moon for saving me a Netflix subscription.

F/Z 16

“Things have been rather hectic this evening.” – Well, you don’t say…

*Saber and Lancer start their fight * - I detect signs there may have been people shipping Saber and Lancer at this point in time, what with their mutual ideas of honour and such.

Kayneth is kind childish, LOL – he’s like a kid peeping at his parents while they complain to each other about a hard day’s work or something.

Uh, this curse from Lancer here is definitely gonna be relevant later, right…?

I was muttering, “Oh goodness” (<- I’m self-censoring here, but you get the point) a few times over when Kiritsugu and Maiya finally got around to killing Kayneth, Lancer and Kayneth’s fiancee. By the way, were those two ever married…? Also, this makes me wonder…what would happen if you got a completely useless Servant? Like “King of Fools” or something. It would sound like the Familiar of Zero, sure, but it would be an interesting exercise in making a compelling narrative.

F/Z 17

Dangit, B*stard Archer. Disappearing just after you provoked Kirei…

Oh! I found the Avalon scene confusing at first, but now that they explain it, it makes a lot more sense.

“As I live and breathe, Kirei!” – Sounds mighty ironic for a meant-to-be-dead historical figure to say that.

F/Z 18

We jump to someone else’s story…or do we?

For some reason, I think this beach place is based on Okinawa. (It seems like the best match.)

“This isn’t a game.” – Seems highly ironic, given his current situation.

I know Kiritsugu is probably looking into Shirley’s eyes, but all they show is the boobs downwards, so I imagine it to be fanservice.

That shaking was just to disguise the bad animation, wasn’t it…?

…and suddenly, zombies!

Well, that’s great, Kiritsugu. You ended up burning down a village by association. Good job…

“Vampires.” – Well, that wasn’t the word I was expecting…

For some reason, I think this new arrival is a woman, but now that I get a proper look at their face, they kinda look like the Great B*stard (Gilgamesh). Update: It looks like they have cleavage, but then they also kinda resemble Samatoki (Hyp Mic)…so, uh…I dunno. Update 2: Okay, she’s a woman…Natalia, to be precise.

The houses on fire look a lot like the ones in Katsugeki, come to think of it.

F/Z 19

Wait, what’s a Mystic Code again…?

Oh, I didn’t think this show would do it, but there’s a good few seconds of recap. I know, because I had to skip it.

Oh, the reason Kiritsugu doesn’t seem to ally with the Association or the Church is because Natalia wasn’t part of either. Right…I’m so dumb.

Am I just reading into Kiritsugu’s pose here too much, or does he look like Christ the Redeemer a bit…?

There’s something oddly pretty about Vorzak. Then again…it’s too bad he’s designated to be dead.

I could tell Kiritsugu was CGI for a second…but he was in fog. Dangit, Ufotable. You know how to disguise your CGI well.

…Okay, those bees were very CGI. Scrap what I just said.

Bees on a plane. What a way to die.

I’ve noticed Kiritsugu’s eyes don’t have any pupils in them. They’re always kind of dead, but not in th same way En’s (<- from Boueibu) are.

What happened to Kiritsugu’s mother…?

The extended flashback seems to be the best way to my heart, assuming you can pull it off properly.

What’s with that “sometime, somewhere”?

F/Z 20

There hasn’t been a proper OP since 3 episodes ago.

Was Maiya ever interested in Kiritsugu as a woman? This vague pseudo-harem sorta annoys me, which is why I need answers.

The crows in this show aren’t very fluffy. Not that I have a problem with that…it’s just a bit random (and I’m saying that as I operate without much sleep and will have a huge period of getting up early in my near future, so you’re probably going to see even more randomness coming from my brain).

Modanyaki. Never thought I’d be googling a Japanese concept for this anime.

This sleeping bag Waver reminds me of Aizawa, but this is at least 4 years too early for that.

That cloud in the top left is shaped funny…like a knight, maybe? (There’s a triangular bit that looks lik a helmet.)

I believe the bird is a bush warbler (uguisu), based on the colour.

So this is where you learn what the f*** a Gordius Wheel is…right.(sounds a bit pissed)

Seeing Kariya squirm…it makes me thank my lucky stars I had the sound off. My imagination makes the scene worse, though.

So fakers beget fakers and killers beget killers, huh? Not surprising.

“I’ve always told him he was doing the right thing.” – Because you didn’t know any better, huh, Iri?

F/Z 21

“Knight on Two Wheels” – What would that knight be riding, a bike…? (somewhat sarcastic)

…A motorbike. Close enough. (not sarcastic anymore)

The motorbike’s plate says “Fuyuki - Te” – instead of a licence plate combo, Japan has a single hiragana.

Well, at least now I know why you never hear of Kariya outside Fate/Zero much…those worms don’t give him long to live.

Isn’t Tokiomi dead though…?

Holy s***, Kariya, you just got framed! *yells in the tone of voice as if Kariya got owned…which he did, in a sense*

*brow furrowed* What’s up with the framing of Aoi’s killing that makes this seem like attempted rape…?

Kirei looks all dead inside. (LOL) I know it’s the animators’ fault that they didn’t bother with him in that scene, but…he has the eyes of a dead fish there, y’know? I can’t help but laugh.

F/Z 22

Never in my life have I seen a grandpa want to talk on the roof.

The grandpa reminds me of Rider…that’s probably where part of their relationship comes from.

You can see the lack of sleep is getting to Kiritsugu right now…his face looks a little sunken…

…Fate/ is apparently pretty infamous for treating its women badly from a feminist persepctive and I think I get why now…(referring to the death of Aoi and now Kirei’s treatment of Iri)

I think the scariest part of F/Z is watching th emotionless guy learn how to feel…kinda like Equilibrium, y’know?

Hmm? I wonder how this show will choose to end, since it’s signalling its end from 3 episodes out?

I predicted Rider would say something along the lines of “…befitting of the Rider class” and lo and behold! He did!

So Rider can summon a single horse as well as the entire chariot? *Saitama face* Okay then.

Number of Times Waver Appears: 1, Number of Times Waver Cries: 1, Number of Times Waver Blushes: 2

Come to think of it, even though I had that weird “Ohhhhhh! Great B*stard Archer!” reaction at first, Gilgamesh has shown up in most of the worst scenes of this show so far (basically, most of the “talking heads” scenes where he talks shop with Kirei). Then again, my change in feelings probably because I’ve had to keep a special eye out for Waver and knew Saber was the poster girl for the entire series.

The counter appears to be “time until the Holy Grail War”…well, that or its final conflict.

F/Z 23

I like how Waver’s joining in with Rider’s yelling.

I have the sound off, so now I’m just mentally narrating Sakura with this creepy child voice and it’s spooking me out…the Urobutcher could really go toe-to-toe with Stephen King if it weren’t my imagination…(LOL…?)

I feel sorry for that car’s owner…the car wasn’t meant to be wrecked…

I fully expect Berserker to be Lancelot or some other guy in King Arthur’s canon, judging by Saber’s reactio-hey, who’s Arondight…? Update: Oh, f***. It really is Lancelot. Turns out Arondight is the name of Lancelot’s sword. How did I know? There’s that upcoming Camelot adaption, isn’t there? Connect the dots.

Oh, f*** me – I feel conflicted. On the one hand, Lancelot’s hella handsome (and his dark hair is exactly my kinda thing), on the other hand…doesn’t he look like he came out of Castlevania or Vampire Hunter D or something??? F***in’ vampires!

Oh, f*** again, I stand corrected. Lancelot was handsome, before he became a Caster-looking…thing.

*bursts into spontaneous laughter* The new Lancelot looks kinda like Tsukasa from Dr Stone, LOL.

Number of Times Waver Cries: 2

Wait, isn’t Bucephalus Greek??? Update: No, he wasn’t. He was Alexander the Great’s horse. That explains why he’s Rider.

I was wondering how Waver managed to live long enough to be El-Melloi II when he was stuck in a battle to the death. Welp, that’s how he did it, folks! *points at screen*

Number of Times Waver Cries: 3…but…anti-climax, much, f***in’ Gilgamesh???

Uh, what’s up with Psalm 23:4? (I had to google that snippet of the Bible to find out its citation.)

LOL, Kirei and Kiritsugu have very similar faces. Didn’t realise that until now.

F/Z 24

It’s weird seeing Kirei full of fighting spirit…He’s still frickin’ Wolverine, though.

Is this taking cues from the Matrix? I bought it from the charity store the other day because I haven’t seen it yet, but I know Bullet Time from TV Tropes.

Now Kirei is channeling Bruce Lee, LOL.

Ouch…the bullet to the hand reminds me of the nail gun scene in The Island (which still freaks me out to this day). (…and now I’ve gone and done it – every time I think of that movie, I get the song The Island – part 1, at least - in my head as well.)

I can almost see Sakaido (from ID: Invaded) in some of these scenes instead of Kiritsugu…trust Ei Aoki and associates to do that.

I went to dump a screenshot in Paint and one of my Fate/ backgrounds from one of the previous posts was set to my background! (I have my backgrounds set to rotate every 12 hours and I have over 600 pictures for that purpose.) *sighs happily and incredulously* Well, whaddaya know…sometimes the stars do align.

I almost expected Shirley to appear, but it turns out it was Iri instead.

Kiritsugu still has his Command Seals so he’s still connected to the Grail War somehow…hmm…

C’mon, I predicted Gilgamesh would compliment Saber when she was down and bleeding.

F/Z 25 (FINAL)

Who’s Lord Justeaze?

Sakura has the same eyes as Kiritsugu. Dead, lifeless eyes.

Did Kariya just throw himself to the worms???

The Great Naked B*stard Gilgamesh.

A priest is a zombie, huh? How ironic.

Isn’t Gilgamesh annoyed by his lack of clothes…? Update: Never mind. He gets a cloth soon enough.

Wait, if Saber destroyed the Grail, who won…?

Huh? The timer ran out.

Aw, even Waver’s growing up.

One of the books says 零戦 (reisen) which apparently means “Zero Fighter [Plane]”. One of the sets of books says “William Shakespeare”, who I know is a Servant somewhere in the Fateverse.

The Bible verse is Job 19:25.

Lancelot’s head doesn’t disappear when the rest of him fades away…It’s pretty poignant.

Jubstacheit is the head of the Einzberns. Update: Think I had to google that.

“Becoming a hero has an expiration date.” – As much as I know that in my creative heart to not be true, my adult heart says yes, it’s true.

Welp, that’s the end of one series. Time for another.

#Fate/Zero

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no, it is not halloween anymore. but I started writing this on halloween so honestly I don't want to be confronted about it alright

You had never been to a halloween party before: there was never any time. The most halloween spirited thing you ever did was go trick or treating with Hoseok, knocking on random doors of the company – most of the time you were met with the trick side of things, being told to ‘get back to practice’ by staff. Though sometimes you were met with success, it really depended on the staff. But you’re much older now and have been invited to an actual halloween party. It was at your second music show that you were invited by one of the senior soloists, then you checked in with Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi and that’s when you found out they were all going too. And again you told Jisoo about it, feeling like she would understand your concern, and you were met with the same response – she was also going. You didn’t know whether to be offended that none of them invited you as their plus one or wallow that you were now actually invited. Nevertheless, you told your inviter that you would be there so you kept to your word – not that you felt comfortable enough to decline anyway.

“There’s going to be a lot of celebrities there, right?” You muttered nervously to Jisoo as the pair of you walked up to the reception area of the hall they had rented out. Just judging by the size of the place you knew you were going to be surrounded by idols far more experienced and legendary than you.

“Y/N, you are a celebrity now,” she huffed in amusement. “Your music video broke a record, Jesus, how much more famous do you need to be for a debut soloist. I know so many people that are excited to meet you.”

“I hope you told them they would be thoroughly disappointed.”

“Of course I did,” she smiled cheekily and you smacked her lightly on the shoulder, laughing along.

It was just as you lifted your head you noticed Taehyung stood a few meters in front of you. Closing your eyes, you let out a breath. You knew to well that your ‘relationship’ with Taehyung was a hot topic in the waiting rooms. The most two common starter sentences people approach you with lately are either, “you’re the one with those most viewed debut music video,” or, “you’re Taehyung’s girlfriend.” Sure it was easy enough to fake love someone in front of millions of url’s, but the irl’s were going to take some practice – and this party was not where you wanted to do that. The corners of your mouth fell into a frown as you turned to Jisoo, who had just spotted one of her celebrity friends and run off to go say hi. Brilliant, you sulked.

“Why aren’t you saying hi to your boyfriend?” A voice asked behind you.

Noting that it sounded familiar, you furrowed your eyebrows and turned around to find the voice’s owner.

“Do you approach everyone so anonymously?” You asked Jungkook, raising an eyebrow questioningly.

“I’m hurt you didn’t recognise the sound of my voice,” he pouted in feigned distress. You just laughed it off, pushing his shoulder lightly. Just a moment later, his expression returned to normal and he asked, with slight hesitance, “Do you have to play house tonight as well?”

“Depends on how much famous people care about other famous people,” you shrugged, sighing as you did so. “If it’s as much as the rest of the world, then yes I do.”

He just nodded slowly, biting the inside of his cheek. Abruptly interrupting the silence between you both, Jungkook suddenly asked, “Does anyone know you’re here yet?”

You shook your head, “I’ve only just got here.”

“Then let’s go,” without waiting for your permission, Jungkook grabbed your hand and pulled you back the way you came.

You were grateful that he hadn’t pulled you far before reaching a quiet coffee shop. If you weren’t both wearing halloween costumes you wouldn’t have even set foot in there, but you figured you had enough fake blood splashed all over your face for you to be confused with anyone else.

When he arrived at the table he sat you down at with two hot chocolates in his hands, you stared at his blank face – that you almost couldn’t believe was so attractive with no effort. “You’re preventing me from making celeb friends,” you joked, taking the sip of the hot drink.

He huffed in amusement, “I’m saving you from pretending to tolerate Taehyung all night.”

You raised your eyebrows and nodded once, acknowledging that he was right. Barely waiting for yourself to swallow the gulp of hot chocolate in your mouth, you interrogated him, “why did you drag me away? You didn’t want to be there?”

He pushed his lips out slightly, thinking about his answer. Eventually he lightly shook his head. “It’s not that I didn’t want to be there.”

“So, what?”

“I would just rather be here,” he smiled blatantly.

“Are you flirting with me, Jungkook?” You tried your best at holding your coy smile and stopping it from showing how shy you really felt. “Don’t you know?” You paused. Leaning closer to him, you raised a hand to the side of your mouth and spoke softly. “I have a boyfriend.”

“That’s a shame,” he stared directly into your eyes – it took all your willpower not to look away. Soon enough it became a staring contest, almost forgetting that you were having a conversation altogether.

“You blinked,” you stated, sitting back in your chair, feeling proud of yourself for such a petty win. Jungkook laughed at your satisfaction and, for a moment, you wondered if he had thrown the game on purpose – not that you cared, his loss.

“I really liked your song by the way,” he seemed eager to tell you. “Actually, I liked the whole album. Especially Sunflower, that one was my favourite.”

There was something about his confession that made you simultaneously happy and sad. One part of you was thrilled that someone had finally commented on your music but another part wishes that it hadn’t taken this long for someone to say it. Of course there was a nice selection of comments that appreciated that your music was good – but they were usually backhanded with something relating to Taehyung.

Taehyung has such a talented girlfriend. I wonder if this is about Taehyung. I came here because of Taehyung. No wonder Taehyung is dating her.

You had read many of these comments. You tried to shrug it off, figuring it would die down eventually, sometimes even convincing yourself that all attention is good attention. Only upon hearing Jungkook’s compliments did you realise how much it was affecting you. You were more shocked than Jungkook when you noticed a pea shaped puddle on the table below you.

Laughing it off, you dabbed at your eyes. “Sorry... Fake blood in my eye.”

“Don’t rub it,” he warned. “You might think that’s helping but it will only make it hurt more.”

You understood his analogy, and you were embarrassed your lie hadn't worked. But you took his word for it and let your hand drop into your lap.

“Cheer up!” He sang. “In a month you won't even have to remember his name.”

“Who’s name?” You joked.

“Kim Taehyung,” he responded seriously, which only made you laugh more.

Hours had passed and you were still sat across from each other, you on your third hot chocolate and him on his fourth. You were surprised a coffee shop that stayed open this late existed. Finally, you moved out at around 3:00am. Even when you said you would just call for a taxi, Jungkook wasn’t satisfied with you leaving completely unsupervised. The conversation on walk back to your dorm picked up where you left off in the coffee shop. Because of that, you were coincidentally home in what felt like no time. Pulling your arms out of the sleeves, you handed Jungkook back his jacket.

He shook his head.

You furrowed your eyebrows, “why aren't you taking it?”

“It’s cold, keep it.” He said cooly.

“I’m literally at my doorstep, I don't need it,” you argued. “You’ve only got a long sleeve top on, take it back before you catch a cold.”

Suddenly he started fanning his face and breathing cool air onto his upper lip. Looking around, he sighed, “Why is it so hot tonight?”

You almost couldn't believe him. Laughing, you pulled his jacket back to your chest, “fine.” You gave in. “I’ll give it back when it’s a little chillier than -2º.”

The smile that followed your sentence warmed you up far more than even ten of his jackets could have. The hardest thing you had ever done was close the door when he was grinning at you like that. With some strength, you said goodnight and parted ways, squeezing his jacket to control your excitement.

This is going to cause trouble, you thought.

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pettyrevenge-base · 7 years ago

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Threaten to lie and accuse my kids of damaging your car? I think I'll keep my camera footage of your car actually being hit. (TL;DR @ the bottom)

I was living in an apartment with just myself and my two daughters (twins). There was no assigned parking and myself and the people who lived below me often ended up parking in spots fairly close to each other. I had just purchased my first non "beater" car so I was being very cautious about how I parked, not bumping into anything, parking too close to the line etc. The neighbors, however, constantly parked right on the edge, crooked, sometimes over the line etc.

One night I came home from work and all the spots in front of the apartments we lived in were empty. I remembered this because it was odd and kind of a "cool, I don't have to squeeze in or park a mile away" moment. The next morning me and my girls leave to go grocery shopping. My neighbors car is parked next to ours and there is a very large, noticeable scratch and dent on its door. It honestly looked like someone had intentionally slammed their door into it repeatedly.

We get home and are carrying our groceries up the stairs (it takes a few trips). After the last trip I'm in the doorway and one of my daughters comes racing up behind me "Mom, there's a lady asking *other daughter's name*a bunch of questions even though she said she can't talk to her" (I'm big on the don't talk to strangers thing). So I head down and ask what I can do for her and the conversation basically goes as follows (M= me, N=neighbor, NBF = neighbor's boyfriend/husband):

Me: Can I help you?

N: I think your kid may have hit my car with your car door. Maybe she didn't but she refuses to answer me so she seems guilty.

Me: Well first of all, my daughter doesn't know you and she does not have to answer you. In fact, I'm going to ask you to not speak to my daughters unless I'm present or I give you permission. Secondly, my daughters are 10, I don't allow them to get into my car without me. I can assure you, they haven't hit your car. In fact, I always stress to them to be careful when opening their door because people often park close. When do you think this happened?

N: Last night. And you're not with your kid every time they open a door, no one is. It could have happened when they were getting something out of it.

Me: Well since I live on the third floor, I actually don't let my kids go get things out of the car without me. I'm just not comfortable being unable to get to them quickly if something were to happen. And last night we parked before you got home and remained parked all night until we left this morning for groceries, the dent was already there when we left, so it wasn't my car that hit yours, sorry.

N: Your car is white and the paint left on my door is white, it's obviously yours. Your kids did this.

Me: *I point out that there isn't a single scuff on any of my doors, including the inside that would have hit. I also open my door and show her that where my door would hit her car door is above where her damage was (I have an SUV and she had a small, low to the ground sedan)* So even if you don't believe me that my kids aren't allowed in my car unsupervised, it couldn't have been my car that did this damage.

N: *Begins getting very angry and loud at this point* I don't care! You're the only one around here with kids I see them almost hit other cars all the time! And you park too close to other cars! You need to start parking further away. If it happens again I'll get your insurance involved.

Me: Okay we're done here. Do what you think you need to. *I start to head up stairs and her boyfriend comes out and blocks my way*

NBF: What'd she say?

N: *yelling angrily* She's trying to say it wasn't them! She's trying to lie and say her kids don't get in the car without her.

NBF: That's bullshit! We seen them almost hit lots of cars!

Me: You need to move. I've explained to her that it couldn't have been my car. You need to get out of my way now and let me pass.

NBF: Nah! It was yours! The paint is white! You got kids! We seen em hit other cars!

Me: You literally just said you've seen them almost hit other cars now you're saying you've seen them actually hit cars. Neither is true. *at this point I simply move to the next stairwell over and start heading up*

N: *screaming at me* No! You're need to take responsibility for what your kids do! If you're not going to pay me I need your insurance information NOW!

Me: You don't need and are not getting my insurance information because I wasn't involved in any kind of accident or contact with your vehicle. You really need to stop screaming at me. We both pay a lot to live here, as do all of our neighbors, no one needs to hear irate screaming in the parking lot.

N: We saw your kids do it! We are going to call the cops and we're going to tell everyone here how your kids hit their cars too! Anyone who has a scratch is going to know to come to you. *At this point I turned the voice record feature on on my phone*

Me: That was the first time you've said you saw my kids do that. You are literally making things up now. You cant go around door to door here, it's against community rules in the lease that everyone has to abide by. And you can't just go around lying because you want someone to fix your car.

N: You're going to take responsibility, or we will tell everyone you hit their cars!

I shut the door and called the police myself to explain the situation because after they lied and changed their story to that they actually saw my kids hit their car I was worried they would make that report (the apartment complex management wasn't there on weekends but I told them the following Monday. They assured me that they couldn't do what they threatened and told me not to worry about it and said they'd give them a verbal warning). The police came and I played the recording for them and showed them how my car had no damage and my door didn't even line up with their damage. The neighbors went inside and shut their door when they saw the police pull up. The police basically told me I had nothing to worry about and it sounded more like they were trying to get someone to cover their damage since they didn't know who did it and were trying to use intimidation to get me to cave. They knocked on the neighbor's door and explained to them that they cant physically stop me from trying to get into my apartment or harass me and that they were going to give me a report because it sounded like they may be trying to commit insurance fraud. They attempted to tell the officers that they saw my kids hit their car but they weren't having any of it.

After that, I started taking pictures and video of my car and theirs every time I parked. A couple times they came out yelling that I'm not allowed to "film their car without permission". I just blew that off. That got really tedious but it was clear they weren't letting go of their grudge against me and my kids so I invested in a cheap security camera. I put it in the window facing the parking lot below. I would skim it really fast overnight or if I was parked during the day for several hours (I just sped it up really fast looking for when their car parked etc.)

One day I pulled up and they were out on their porch. I started to walk up stairs and they made snarky comments like "oh you're not going to get out and video everything? I actually wanted them to know that my car was still being filmed so they knew they couldn't make crap up so I said in the friendliest non sarcastic tone I could muster "Nope. Don't need to. I have a camera in my window doing it for me." This was a mistake because they started flipping out demanding to know where the camera catches and ranting that I can't film them on their porch (the camera didn't catch their porch) and demanding that I show them where all was being filmed and that if I didn't take it down they'd have me arrested, blah blah. I mentioned that they'd already been warned by the apartment complex management to stop contacting me and that I really didn't want to have to report them but if they continued to harass me I would.

Fast forward a few months and a large service van backs into their parked car and drives off (it caused significant damage). My camera caught it all. They actually knocked on my door asking if it had. And honestly, had they been polite I probably would have helped them out but they basically just immediately started demanding that I check my camera and that if I wouldn't it was probably because it was me blah blah blah. I let them know that I would be deleting the footage and not to contact me again. They tried to say that if I did it was a crime since it was evidence of a crime and they were going to call the cops on me blah blah. Nothing else ever happened, but it's one of the few times in my life I have ever not helped someone when I was in a position to and I don't feel bad at all.

TL;DR: Crazy neighbors threaten to lie and say my kids are damaging vehicles causing me to need to purchase a security camera to make sure they can't -- same neighbors have someone hit their vehicle damaging it really bad and leave. They ask me for my security cam footage that could have caught the person responsible but I told them to fuck off.

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