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A Spoiler-Free Guide for Fire Emblem: Genealogy of the Holy War

With a short introduction, mechanics, and notable sticky situations.

(A PDF version of this guide is available upon request.)

Fire Emblem: Genealogy of the Holy War is a SRPG (Simulation RPG) for the Super Famicom, released in 1996. You have likely arrived at this guide either because someone has recommended it to you or because, far in the future after I have written this, a remake of it has released and you want to go back and play the original to see what has changed and what hasn't. Either way, you were likely inspired to play it from its strong story- rumored or experienced- and aren't too clear on what the mechanics of it are. Maybe you've played a number of Fire Emblem games, but are nervous about this one due to its reputation as an odd duck. Maybe you've never touched a SRPG before, and have a very excited Jugdral fan of a friend shepherding you into playing it. Either way, this guide is for you.

This guide will attempt to avoid spoiling any story events, but for those who mind gameplay spoilers, it is organized in ascending order of how obscure each gameplay feature is to stumble upon- the last two sections (Sticky Situations and Secret Events) in particular are not usually encountered by an unspoiled first-time player. Nevertheless, I highly recommend at least reading up to the fourth to last section, "Recruitments"; it contains no identifying character information besides time of encounter and class, and you will likely reach no end of frustration attempting some of them without foreknowledge (or some very good guesses). NOTE: List of Conversations (Section 8b) does contain spoilers for recruitable characters. Peruse that section with caution if you do read past the Recruitments section.

This guide is meant for use with the Project Naga patch, though some characters will be referred to by their more modern names; these will be indicated with a slash mark between the two. (E.g. Edain/Aideen.)

Table of Contents: Section 1. The Small Differences of Genealogy of the Holy War Section 2. Main Objectives Section 3. Finances and Resource Management Section 4. Skills Section 5. Side Objectives Section 6. Genealogy Section 7. Recruitments Section 8. Conversations Section 9. Sticky Situations Section 10. Secret Events

Section 1. The Small Differences of Genealogy of the Holy War

Genealogy of the Holy War is similar to most other Fire Emblem games in the broad strokes of its mechanics. It has general gameplay of fighting enemy units with your army on a grid-based map, chance-based unit growth, most of your usual classes and weapons, et cetera. However, it has a number of differences, large and small, with later (and earlier) Fire Emblem games, some of which may make gameplay more difficult if unknown. The small differences are catalogued here.

1a. Movement

There are two principal differences to movement in Genealogy compared to in other Fire Emblem games. Firstly, all mounted units may move with their remaining movement after performing any action except conversation or seizing of a castle. Secondly, though terrain in this game that decreases movement exists as usual, there is also some terrain that increases movement; when walking on roads, all units may move 1.4x as many spaces as usual, rounded down. So, for example, a paladin (9 mov) on roads may move 12.6 spaces, but this is rounded down to 12. As a trade-off for this, roads, like some rare terrain seen in other Fire Emblem games, lower the avoid of any unit standing on them by 10% (represented by the small shield icon in the terrain window):

1b. Follow-up Attacks

While units in most Fire Emblem games can attack an enemy unit twice if they are faster by a certain amount, units in Genealogy require a skill to do so. This skill is called Pursuit (or Follow-Up, depending on your translation.) There are ways to attack more than once without Pursuit, but they are either more rare or not guaranteed. Pursuit allows for a follow-up attack if a unit's attack speed is greater than that of their opponent by 1 or more points.

1c. Critical Hits and Effective Damage

Much like follow-up attacks, units in Genealogy cannot naturally perform critical hits. There are four ways to perform a critical hit on most enemies in Genealogy: Being next to an immediate family member or lover (flat 20% critical hit rate bonus to anyone, including those who cannot naturally crit); having the Critical skill (skill% chance); or using a weapon that has been used to kill at least 50 enemies (skill% chance, plus 1% for each enemy killed above 50, up to 50% bonus at 100 kills); or having the Wrath skill (guaranteed critical hit as long as you are at 50%+1 HP or lower).

Critical hits in Genealogy follow the damage formula of doubling a unit's attack power before subtracting enemy defensive stats, rather than the more common tripling of a unit's damage output after enemy defense is subtracted. They are generally much more useful in the hands of units with lower Attack than normal.

Effective damage in Genealogy (bows vs. fliers, etc.) is simply calculated as an automatic critical hit on the target unit (if the attacking unit hits, of course.)

There is no critical avoid (dodge) stat in Genealogy.

Also, the minimum damage for any attack which lands is 1.

1d. Weapon Weight

All weapons in Genealogy have a weight stat. This stat is subtracted from the attack speed of the unit wielding the weapon. There is no way to counteract this speed penalty, and attack speed may be decreased below zero when utilizing particularly heavy weapons. This can lead to a negative Avoid stat.

1e. Weapon Repair

Weapons in Genealogy are infinitely reparable at any castle on the map. The price of repair is equal to the weapon's price, divided by the number of uses the weapon has when new, times the number of uses to be repaired.

For example, repairing a 38 use Silver Sword to full durability costs 5000 (sale price) / 50 (maximum uses) * 12 (uses missing) = 1200 gold.

Each weapon in the game that the player can receive is unique.

1f. Weapon Triangle

The weapon triangle in Genealogy of the Holy War is generally similar to in other Fire Emblem games. However, it is notably stronger; units gain Hit/Avo ±20 for advantage/disadvantage. Additionally, there is a magic "triangle", which functions similarly.

The weapon triangle is Swords>Axes>Lances>Swords

The anima magic triangle is Fire>Wind>Thunder>Fire

The interaction of light and dark magic with other varieties is Light=Dark>Fire/Wind/Thunder

1g. Experience Gain and Class Change

Units gain experience based on their level in relation to the enemy's. The lower their level is in comparison to the enemy's, the greater their experience gain. Class changes don't affect level; you will gain equal experience as a level 1 Knight Lord and a level 1 Troubadour.

Class changes can be performed once a unit reaches level 20, if they are not already a promoted class. They can be performed using the Class Change option at one's home castle. There is no reason not to promote as soon as possible; all classes have a flat level cap of 30.

The stat caps for each class are each class' stat bases plus 15, excepting HP which caps at 80. There is data out there on the base stats; however, I won't go into it here.

1h. Weapon Level

If you've played Engage, you'll be familiar with this, but if not: weapon level is inherent to the class a unit occupies, and can only be changed by class change or personal modifiers (more on the latter in the Genealogy section.) So, if your paladin has B swords, he will never have A swords, even if other paladins you encounter might have the latter.

1j. Enemy Reinforcements

Reinforcements generally do not spawn on the map as in other Fire Emblem games; they will almost always appear from the mouth of a castle. If you defeat all of an enemy commander's allied units and said commander is capable of movement, they will return to the castle they came from, enter it, and 1-2 turns later exit it with a squad of new units statistically identical to their previous squad.

1k. Saving

At the start of each turn, before you have moved any units, you can save in the map menu (i.e. the menu that appears when you press A on the map.) It's highly recommended to keep at least two saves; one save every turn, and one save after you capture a new castle. You can set the game to save automatically each turn in the Options menu by scrolling down to Autosave and selecting a slot (1 to 4).

Section 2. Main Objectives

2a. Seizing Castles

Chapter progression is made by seizing enemy castles after defeating the boss standing on them. Theoretically, castles may be captured in any order that you like; in practice, in most cases the way ahead to the next castle will be blocked until you capture the previous castle.

When you seize a castle, a short cutscene will play and the enemy units whose allegiance lies with that castle will disappear (allegiance can be checked in the second page of the unit menu; this same page contains skills and weapon level). At the start of the next enemy phase, the "[Name] castle seized" map events will trigger; formerly neutral castles may turn red, enemy and ally units may spawn, and terrain may be changed (for example, a bridge may be lowered or raised, a path may appear through difficult terrain, a gate may be opened, etc.) Keep an eye on castles you have not yet seized due to this.

Allied (green) and neutral (yellow) castles cannot be seized, and may lack some amenities of allied castles upon entrance.

2b. Losing Castles

Any enemy unit who reaches the entrance of a castle (that is not their own) will capture it. Allied and neutral castles will become enemy castles when this happens, and can be recaptured by your own units; however, player castles will be pillaged and will no longer be able to be recaptured.

If the player's home castle (the castle where you start the chapter) is captured by the enemy, it's game over, and you'll have to restart from your last save.

Section 3. Finances and Resource Management

3a. Unit-Specific Gold Pools and Trading

Unlike in every other Fire Emblem game to date, units in Genealogy have their own specific gold pools. They cannot trade gold with other units, unless those units are their lovers; if so, they can use the Give Gold command to give their lover all of their money.

Units also cannot trade with each other. In order to exchange items, they will have to sell them off at the Pawn Shop in the castle menu, where another unit may rebuy them for twice the sale price. Therefore, it's best to think carefully about who should defeat enemy units when a droppable item is in play. The money cap in the wallet is 50,000 gold; if you're reaching that cap, consider spending it on something so you don't waste any new money you earn.

3b. Thieves

Thieves are an exception to the above gold rules. Though they still can't receive gold from just anyone, they can attack enemy units to steal all the gold in their wallet. Additionally, they can give gold to any unit in the army.

3d. The Arena

Each chapter, beginning with Chapter 1, has an arena. This arena consists of seven opponents per chapter whom, upon defeat, will give the unit who defeated them experience and 1000-4000 gold (beginning with the weakest and increasing by 500 until the strongest is reached.) All units can enter the arena as many times as they like until they've reaped all the rewards- each and every unit in your army may face and defeat the seven opponents, rather than just one. If your unit's HP hits zero in the arena, they won't die, but their HP will be reduced to 1. However, winning a match in the arena restores a unit to full HP.

It's recommended to challenge the arena each chapter with all the units you intend to use, but you don't have to in order to complete the game. So, if you start getting tired of it, you can skip it... but it might be best not to.

Section 4. Skills

4a. What are Skills?

Skills are abilities that a unit can activate- generally in-combat, though sometimes they have out-of-combat effects. Various skills have various chances of activation (some are guaranteed, some rely on specific stat thresholds), so be aware.

4b. Skill Types

There are two different skill types- "Class Skills", those granted based on a unit's class, and "Personal Skills", those a unit has innately. All skills can mechanically either be class or personal skills- though most skills are only personal. Class skills, however, apply to every unit that is a member of the class- including faceless enemies. So watch out, and check out the skills present on the unit menu to make sure you do not meet a dire error.

4c. Skill List

(Note: Attack Speed is here abbreviated as Aspd.)

Pursuit/Follow-Up: Allows a unit to strike again after an enemy counterattack (or twice in a row if the unit themselves is counterattacking). Trigger: Unit's Aspd > enemy unit Aspd.

Critical: Allows a unit to perform a critical hit in combat, doubling their attack before enemy defense. Trigger: Skl%.

Adept: Allows a unit to attack twice in a row. Trigger: (Aspd + 20)%.

Accost: Triggers another round of combat upon the completion of the prior round. Trigger: [Unit Aspd - enemy Aspd + (unit HP/2)]%.

Pavise: Negates all incoming damage for 1 hit. Trigger: (Unit Level)%.

Steal: Takes all of an enemy's gold upon hit and adds it to the unit's personal wallet. Always activates.

Vantage: Unit attacks first when enemy unit initiates combat (treats it as if unit initiates combat). Trigger: Unit HP ≤ (50% of unit's Max HP + 1). When conditions are met, always activates.

Wrath: Unit always performs a critical hit (if unit hits). Trigger: Unit HP ≤ (50% of unit's Max HP + 1). When conditions are met, always activates.

Astra: Unit performs 5 attacks in a row. Trigger: Skl%.

Luna: Unit negates enemy defense for 1 strike. Trigger: Skl%.

Sol: Unit recovers HP equal to damage dealt. Trigger: Skl%.

(Note: Only one of Astra/Luna/Sol may activate at once. Additionally, they are only usable by infantry sword units.)

Nihil: Prevents the activation of Astra, Luna, Sol and critical hits against this unit. Always activates.

Bargain: Shop prices for this unit are reduced by 50%.

Charm: Hit and Avoid +10 to allied units within 3 spaces.

Dance: Grants another action to all adjacent allies.

Miracle: When unit HP is ≤10, increases unit's Avo by [(11- Unit HP)*10] points.

Paragon: Double's unit's gained experience.

Renewal: At start of turn, unit recovers 5-10 HP (random).

Section 5. Side Objectives

5a. Villages

Visiting a village gives a unit 5000 Gold and may also grant an item. Bandits will attack villages; a village will be destroyed when a bandit attacks it for 10 turns, and every turn that a bandit attacks it will subtract 500 Gold from the total that a unit will gain from visiting it.

5b. Combatant NPCs

NPCs ("green units") that have normal classes will grant items when spoken to by certain units of yours. Their status screen will tell you who they should talk to.

5c. Civilian Rescue

NPCs who do not have normal classes (i.e. their class is Civilian) will grant 100 EXP when interacted with.

Section 6. Genealogy

6a. What's All This About Children?

Like Gaul, Genealogy of the Holy War is divided into two parts... Er, it seems I've misread my notes. Gaul is divided into three. Nevertheless, Genealogy takes place over a long period of time- 24 years, in fact. As the characters you recruit at the beginning of the game are in the prime of their lives, it's only natural that, over such a long period, some of them will marry and have children. However, the latter half of the game takes place over two decades later than the beginning- the characters that you've recruited back then, such as Edain, may be in their forties by that point. By no means can characters in their early middle ages not fight in the early middle ages, but this IS an anime- the timeskip calls for a new cast of teenagers, the children of your early units all grown up.

6b. Can Love Bloom on the Battlefield?

Units can only have children if they become lovers. Some units will be- or become- lovers automatically, such as Quan and Ethlyn. In this case, their children will always be theirs. Some units do not- take, for example, Edain. She will not automatically take a lover, and you'll have to get her to fall in love with another (male) unit in order to have children. (Evidently, Jugdral has not yet invented magic that allows for cloning or IVF. Sad.) Even if she doesn't fall in love, however, you'll still have the same number of teenagers fighting for you later in the game- two of them will simply not be the child of any of your own units, and will be "substitute" characters with their own backstories. However, the children of early-game units will have some gameplay advantages, which I'll explain in a bit. Either way, each potential mother has two associated children, one of which will take after her to a greater extent and the other of which will take after her lover to a greater extent. No male unit has any associated children without falling in love.

As for how units fall in love, it's quite simple. Units have a certain number of "love points" with each other- all of them start with a certain number of points shared with each other unit. Once a unit reaches 500 love points with another unit, they become lovers, and can have conversations, gameplay interactions, and children. Units gain +5 love points per turn from standing next to each other, as long as they are the only two units standing next to each other; there is a bug that can cause units to gain love points meant for other units if they stand next to another unit who is standing next to that unit's prospective lover. There is a more detailed explanation, but it would involve some spoilers, so I'll leave it at that for now. Units also gain a certain number of love points by being on the same map together; this can be as low as 1 and as high as 10 per turn for a given pair. Finally, units gain love points by having conversations with each other- conversations between unrelated men and women often come with love points attached.

Perhaps this explanation has been tiresome, and I haven't convinced you you shouldn't just toss up your hands and go for the substitutes. Well, there are many gameplay benefits to kids, starting with the following...

6c. Holy Blood

It's hard to miss, considering how constantly it's talked about. Some of your units are descendants of the Twelve Crusaders, who destroyed the darkness about a hundred and twenty years ago. This has numerous story implications. However, it also has gameplay ones!

If you open up a unit's Holy Blood menu (press A on the unit menu) you'll see a circle showing all twelve of the Crusaders' weapons and their names. Some of these will have green dots next to them; when a green dot is next to a Crusader's weapon, that means that the unit has Minor holy blood of that crusader; when the green dot is glowing (there's a yellow light surrounding it) that means that the unit has Major holy blood of that crusader.

Minor holy blood boosts a unit's rank in the associated weapon by 1 letter grade. For example, Troubadours naturally have a B rank in swords, but because Ethlyn has minor Baldr blood, she starts with an A rank. Meanwhile, Major holy blood boosts a unit's rank in the associated weapon to the maximum, and allows them to use the associated holy weapon if they can get their hands on it. For example, because Sigurd has major Baldr blood, he can use any sword in the game (excepting other holy weapons), including Tyrfing. This isn't just a nice bonus- most holy weapons give a total of +30 to a character's stats, spread out across a varying number. Some give more or less, or have other special effects (for example, Mystletainn grants the Critical skill), but they are universally extraordinarily powerful. A unit with holy blood can turn the tide of battle on their own, in both gameplay and story.

Holy blood also increases a unit's growths. Depending on which holy blood they bear, various stat growths are boosted; a list is shown below. Note that minor blood cuts these boosts in half.

Baldr: Associated with swords. HP+20%, Str+10%, Skl+10%, Lck+10%. Od: Associated with swords. HP+20%, Skl+30%.

Dáinn: Associated with lances. HP+20%, Spd+30%.

Ullr: Associated with bows. HP+20%, Lck+30%.

Bragi: Associated with staves. HP+10%, Mag+10%, Lck+10%, Res+20%.

Thrud: Associated with thunder magic. HP+20%, Skl+30%.

Fjalar: Associated with fire magic. HP+20%, Mag+30%.

Hoðr: Associated with swords. HP+20%, Str+30%.

Njörun: Associated with lances. HP+20%, Str+10%, Spd+10%, Def+10%.

Nál: Associated with axes. HP+20%, Def+30%.

Naga: Associated with light magic. HP+10%, Mag+20%, Res+20%.

Forseti: Associated with wind magic. HP+20%, Spd+30%.

Children will inherit their parents' holy blood, but only partially; both children will inherit minor holy blood, if it is held, but only the child which most resembles the parent will inherit major holy blood. The other child will again receive minor holy blood, unless both parents share a holy blood type, in which case they will both bear major holy blood. This is the case even if both parents' holy blood is minor.

6d. Weapon and Skill Inheritance

Units will inherit the weapons and items of the parent they most resemble, but only if they can use them in their base class. The exception to this is Holy Weapons, which will be inherited even if the child unit can never use them.

Both parents' personal skills pass on to both of their children. However, their class skills do not. Check carefully to see that the skills you want to pass on actually belong to the unit innately!

6e. Growth Rate Inheritance

Child units' growth rates are equal to 100% of those of the parent they resemble most + 50% of those of the parent they resemble less. Therefore, all child units will be equally or more competent in battle than their resembling parent.

Section 7. Recruitments

7a. From Enemy to Friend

Units in Genealogy of the Holy War won't always be on your side from the start. Oftentimes, they'll start out as green allied units, or even enemy units. While talking to enemies to recruit them is common in Fire Emblem games, Genealogy has some more esoteric methods on its hands. Therefore, a list of (non-automatic) recruitment methods and chapters (without mentioning unit names) is below.

7b. Spoiler-Free Recruitment List

Chapter 1.

-Speak to the swordfighter with your lord after seizing Genoa.

Chapter 2.

-Complete all seven Arena matches with any unit.

-Speak to the princess with your lord.

-Speak to the free knight with anyone holding more than 10,000 Gold.

-Speak to the pegasus with the bard.

Chapter 6.

-Speak to either the axe fighter or the axe knight with the lady swordfighter.

Chapter 7.

-Enter Dahna castle with the cavalier who worries for it.

-Speak to the mage girl with the other mage.

Chapter 8.

-Speak to the archer with the thief.

-Speak to the sage with your lord.

Chapter 9.

-Seize Luthecia while the general still lives.

-Talk to the general with the cleric from Luthecia.

-Talk to the wyvern knight with the prince.

-Talk to the wyvern knight with your lord.

Epilogue.

-Speak to them with your lord after seizing Velthomer.

Section 8. Conversations

8a. Communication is Key

Though supports weren't introduced into the Fire Emblem series until Binding Blade, that by no means that units did not talk about their past and present with each other prior to it. Units in Genealogy of the Holy War can talk to each other on the map for lore, love, stats, and items. The "Unit" section of the map menu contains a list of all units who can speak to each other on page 4 ("Personal Data"). It's highly recommended that you utilize this; though all units will have who they can talk to listed on the second page of their unit screen, it's easy to miss conversations without this.

Conversations have several triggers, but the most common one is the seizure of a castle. A list of all conversations between allied units, triggers, and results (things obtained from said conversation) is below. Initiator of the conversation is listed first, who they speak to is listed afterwards, trigger conditions third, and rewards fourth.

8b. List of Conversations, Conditions, and Results

Note that all events that can cause love point gain will not occur if either participant in the conversation already has a lover.

Prologue:

Azelle->Sigurd, Azelle recruited Lex->Sigurd, Lex recruited Ethlyn->Sigurd, Ethlyn recruited Quan->Sigurd, Quan recruited

Chapter 1:

Quan->Finn, from start of chapter, Finn gains +1 Str/Skl/Def Sigurd->Edain/Aideen, Edain recruited Midir->Edain, Edain recruited and Azelle has not spoken to her, +100 love points Azelle->Edain, Edain recruited and Midir has not spoken to her, +100 love points Edain->Ethlyn, Edain recruited, Ethlyn gains Return staff Quan->Ayra, Ayra recruited Dew->Edain, Genoa seized, 50 love points + Edain gains Warp staff

Chapter 2:

Deirdre->Ethlyn, from start of chapter, Ethlyn gains Light Brand Dew->Raquesis/Lachesis, Lachesis recruited, +50 love points and Lachesis gains Thief Sword Quan->Finn, Heirhein seized, Finn gains Brave Lance Sigurd->Lewyn, Lewyn recruited Beowulf->Lachesis, Anphony/Infini seized, +100 love points and Lachesis gains Str+2, Skl+2, Def+1 Alec->Sylvia/Silvia, Infini seized, +100 love points Silvia->Sigurd, Silvia recruited Fury/Erin/Erinys->Sigurd, Erinys recruited

Chapter 3:

Lex->Ayra, from start of chapter and Chulainn has not spoken to Ayra, +100 love points and Ayra gains Brave Sword Holyn/Chulainn->Ayra, from start of chapter and Lex has not spoken to Ayra, +100 love points and Ayra gains Brave Sword Ethlyn→Quan, Sylvale seized, Quan gains Gae Bolg Sigurd -> Brigid, Brigid recruited Edain→Brigid, Brigid recruited, Brigid gains Yewfelle Midir-> Brigid, Brigid recruited, +100 love points Claud->Sigurd, Claud recruited

Chapter 4:

Taillte/Tailtiu->Azelle, if the two are not lovers, +100 love points and Azelle gains HP+5 Sigurd->Claud, from start of chapter Edain->Midir, if the two are lovers, Midir gains Brave Bow Edain->Jamke, if the two are lovers, Jamke gains Brave Bow Edain->Azelle, if the two are lovers, Edain gains Rescue staff Silvia->Claud, Thove/Tófa seized, +100 love points Lewyn->Sigurd, Silesse seized Erinys->Lewyn, Silesse seized, +290 love points

Chapter 5:

Edain->Brigid, from start of chapter Claud->Edain, if the two are lovers, Edain gains Rescue staff Sigurd->Ayra, Lubeck seized Lex->Azelle, Lubeck seized Dew->Jamke, Lubeck seized Tailtiu->Azelle/Claud/Lex, if the two are lovers and Phinora seized Erinys->Lewyn/Arden/(Noish/Naoise), if the two are lovers and Phinora seized Silvia->Claud/Lewyn/Alec, if the two are lovers and Phinora seized Lachesis->Beowolf/Naoise/Dew, if the two are lovers and Phinora seized Ayra->Lex/Chulainn/Arden, if the two are lovers and Phinora seized Brigid->Alec/Jamke/Midir, if the two are lovers and Phinora seized

Chapter 6:

(Scathach/Ulster)/(Roddlevan/Dalvin)->Larcei/(Radney/Creidne), from start of chapter, Larcei/Creidne gains Lck+1 Lester/(Dimna/Deimne)->Lana/(Mana/Muirne), Lester/Deimne recruited, Lana/Muirne gains Lck+1 Oifey->Seliph, Oifey recruited Lana/Muirne->Julia, Julia recruited, Julia gains Mend staff Fee/(Femina/Hermina)->Seliph, Fee/Hermina recruited Arthur/Amid->Seliph, Arthur/Amid recruited Julia->Seliph, Isaach conquered, Julia gains Nosferatu tome (recommended) Julia->Seliph, Sophara conquered, Julia gains Aura tome Seliph->Lana/Muirne, Sophara conquered, +100 love points

Chapter 7:

Shannan->Patty/Daisy, from start of chapter, +100 love points and Shannan gains Balmung Oifey->(Dermott/Diarmuid)/Tristan, from start of chapter, Diarmuid/Tristan gains +1 Str/Skl/Def Seliph->Shannan, from start of chapter, Seliph gains +1 Skl Larcei/Creidne->Shannan, from start of chapter, +100 love points and Larcei/Creidne gains +2 Skl Patty/Daisy->Seliph, Yied/Aed is seized, +100 love points and Seliph gains Brave Sword Leif->Seliph, from start of chapter Diarmuid/Tristan->Nanna/Jeanne, from start of chapter, Nanna/Jeanne gains +1 Lck Ares->Seliph, Ares recruited Lene/Laylea->Seliph, Lene/Laylea recruited (Tine/Tinni)/Linda→Seliph, Tine/Linda recruited Finn→Nanna, if he is her father, Nanna gains +5 Spd Finn-> Lana, if he is her father, Lana gains +5 Mag Finn-> Larcei, if he is her father, Larcei gains +5 Skl

Chapter 8:

Julia->Seliph, at start of map, Seliph gains Lck+1 Arthur/Amid->Fee/Hermina, from start of map, +100 love points and Fee/Hermina gains +3 HP Finn->Leif, from start of map, Leif gains Str +3 Faval/Febail->Seliph, Febail recruited Seliph->Tine/Linda, Connacht seized, +100 love points and Tine/Linda gains +3 HP Nanna->Ares, Connacht seized, Nanna gains +2 Str/Def Ced->Seliph, Ced recruited with Lewyn as his father, Ced gains +3 Lck Fee/Hermina->Ced/Hawk, Ced/Hawk recruited, Fee/Hermina gains +1 Lck

Chapter 9:

Febail/Asaello->Patty/Daisy, from start of map, Patty/Daisy gains +1 Lck Patty/Daisy->(Coirpre/Cairpre)/(Sharlow/Charlot), Coirpre/Charlot recruited, +100 love points and Coirpre/Charlot gains +3 HP Seliph->Hannibal, Hannibal recruited Lene/Laylea->Coirpre/Charlot, Hannibal recruited, Coirpre/Charlot gains +1 Lck Julia->Seliph, Grutia seized, Seliph gains +3 Res Finn/Hannibal->Altena, Grutia seized, Altena gains +3 HP

Chapter 10:

Lester/Deimne->Patty/Daisy, from start of map, +100 love points and Patty/Daisy gains +3 HP Nanna/Jeanne->Leif, from start of map, +100 love points and Nanna/Jeanne gains +3 HP Shannan->Seliph, from start of map, Shannan gains +3 HP Febail/Asaello->Lana/Muirne, from start of map, +100 love points and Lana/Muirne gains +3 HP Oifey->Seliph, Chronos seized, Oifey gains +3 HP Leif->Altena, from start of map, Altena gains +1 Lck Seliph->Fee, Rados seized and Lewyn is her father, Fee gains Str +5 Seliph->Lene, Rados seized and Lewyn is her father, Lene gains Def +5 Seliph->Tine, Rados seized and Lewyn is her father, Tine gains Mag +5 Coirpre/Charlot->Altena, Miletos seized, Altena gains +5 Res

Epilogue:

Arthur/Amid->Tine/Linda, from start of map if neither has a lover, Tine/Linda gains Lck+1 Tine/Linda->Seliph/Ced/Hawk/Leif, if the two are lovers, Seliph/Ced/Hawk/Leif gains Mag+3 Patty/Daisy->Seliph/Shannan/Lester, if the two are lovers, Seliph/Shannan/Lester gains +3 HP/Spd Daisy->Deimne, if the two are lovers, Deimne gains +5 HP Jeanne->Leif, if Edda is seized and the two are lovers, Leif gains +5 HP Muirne->Asaello, if Edda is seized and the two are lovers, Asaello gains +5 HP Nanna/Jeanne->Seliph, if Edda is seized and the two are lovers, Seliph gains +3 HP Nanna->Ares/Leif, if Edda is seized and the two are lovers, Ares/Leif gains +3 Def Lana/Muirne->Seliph/Scathach/Dalvin, if Dozel is seized and the two are lovers, Seliph/Scathach/Dalvin gains +3 Res Lana->Febail, if Dozel is seized and the two are lovers, Febail gains +3 Res Larcei/Creidne->Seliph/Iuchar/Iucharba/Shannan, if Dozel is seized and the two are lovers, Seliph/Iuchar/Iucharba/Shannan gains +3 Str Fee->Oifey, if Friege is seized and the two are lovers, Oifey gains +3 Skl Fee/Hermina->Seliph/Arthur/Amid, if Friege is seized and the two are lovers, Seliph/Arthur/Amid gains +3 Skl

Section 9. Sticky Situations

9a. Large, Progressive Maps

Portions of the maps in Genealogy open up as you progress through them and seize castles. While this does lead to some impressive storytelling, it can also lead to you being caught in an unfortunate situation because you're halfway across the map for where some new event is happening. I call this a "sticky situation", and have provided hints for dealing with them below.

9b. Hints for Sticky Situations

Chapter 1. Leave a unit to guard your home castle. The young man won't attack the woman he saved, but his fellows will.

Chapter 2. The northeast passage will open when your lord is in the least convenient location for it. Consider preparing for the worst beforehand, and sending a particularly moralizing young artist home ahead of time.

Chapter 3. Be prepared for sneak attacks from the west and the north, again when you're in the most inconvenient location for them. Think of the feelings of your recently-recruited units about the ones closest to them- maybe communication is the answer.

Chapter 4. If you like money, don't abandon the northeast entirely when duty calls elsewhere. Just don't leave your best units there. It's only provincial. Thieves can pick any lock, even when it's that of a drawbridge. If one were to be raised, they could lower it in no time.

Chapter 5. Units will automatically equip plot-relevant weapons. Even if they're broken.

Chapter 6. Better movement options don't necessarily result in a better outcome. Weigh all the pros and cons first.

Chapter 7. Your unlucky number is one greater than the number of Crusaders. Get a move on! Pegasi are broadly applicable to understaffing situations.

Chapter 8. Just because someone doesn't have Pursuit doesn't mean they won't attack you twice. Use more reliable methods. Thieves work in exactly the same way when they're your enemies.

Chapter 9. Never trust convenient roads that you didn't ride in on. Keep your guard up at home.

Chapter 10. If you're not willing to abuse critical hits and avoid stacking in the face of insurmountable odds, you'll have to either make sacrifices or count tiles very precisely. Consider sending winged beasts as close as you can to the cliffs east of your homeland before arriving there yourself.

Epilogue. Keep the one who inherited a blessing they knew not of until recently close to home. If you give a sage a magic ring and the right tools to use it wisely, you might be able to minimize your distress from enemies who mirror their abilities in the final stages of the war. Beware movement ranges.

Section 10. Secret Events

10a. What Is A Secret Event?

Secret events are events that the game does not outright inform you will occur if you perform certain actions. Some of these events are meant to be easy to infer (the Not-So-Secret-Events) and some a player would only figure out by looking them up in the manual (the Truly Secret Events). The Not-So-Secret Events are highly recommended for all players to prioritize due to their notable gameplay impact, and are difficult to miss if you read every conversation. The Truly Secret Events are fun, but if you wish to stay as unspoiled as possible, consider skipping them.

10b. Not-So-Secret Events

Chapter 4: After seizing Silesse, have its heir enter it. They will receive an important item.

Epilogue: After seizing Velthomer, have the most recently recruited character enter it. They will receive an important item.

10c. Truly Secret Events

Chapter 1:

A. Have Lex wait on the marked spot with an Iron Axe equipped. A conversation will occur, and he will receive a Brave Axe.

Chapter 2:

A. Have Arden wait on the marked spot. If he does not have a lover, a conversation will occur, and he will receive the Pursuit Ring.

B. After capturing Heirhein, have a male character wait next to the neutral soldier just north of Evans castle for a conversation to occur.

Chapter 3:

A. Have Dew wait directly in front of Bragi Tower and he will receive the Wind Sword.

Chapter 4:

A. Prior to seizing Tófa/Thove, if neither Silvia, Lewyn, or Erinys have a lover, a conversation will occur if Silvia waits next to Erinys. Silvia will gain a large number of love points with Lewyn, while Erinys will gain a smaller number.

B. Have Silvia visit the second-most right-hand village on the map. An event will occur, and Silvia will receive the Safeguard/Defense Sword.

Chapter 5:

A. Have Arden wait on the marked spot. If he has a lover, he will gain 5 points of Skill.

Chapter 6:

A. Have Seliph visit the village directly northwest of Isaach castle, and a different conversation will occur than usual.

B. Before conquering Ganeishire, Lester, Deimne/Dimna, Diarmuid/Dermott/Delmud, or Tristan can speak to the neutral soldiers of Sophara or Isaach castle.

C. If Deimne enters Isaach castle, a conversation will occur, and his Strength will increase by 5 points.

D. If Johan/Iuchar or Johalva/Iucharba waits next to Radney/Creidne for 10 turns, a conversation will occur, and Creidne's Strength and Luck will increase by 2 and 3 points, respectively.

Chapter 7:

A. If Laylea visits one of the villages south of Leonster, a conversation will occur, and she will receive the Barrier Blade.

B. After the boss of Ulster castle has been defeated, if Daisy waits next to Shanan, a conversation will occur, and Daisy's Skill and Speed will increase by 3 points.

C. After Melgen has been seized, if Tristan and Roddlevan/Dalvin are both below level 10, having them wait next to each other will cause a conversation to occur and both of them to gain Strength +2 and Def +1; Tristan will gain Speed +1, while Dalvin will gain Defense +1.

Chapter 8:

A. If Fee waits on the marked location before the character guarding Munster castle is recruited, a conversation will occur.

B. If Linda waits on the left-hand marked spot, a conversation will occur, and she will gain Resistance +3. If Amid waits on the right-hand marked spot, a conversation will occur, and he will gain Resistance +3.

C. If Asaello visits the village northwest of Connacht, a conversation will occur and his Strength will increase by 3.

D. After Connacht has been seized, if neither Seliph nor Muirne/Mana have a lover, and if all characters recruited from chapter 6 onwards have survived so far, have Seliph wait next to Muirne. A conversation will occur, and Muirne will gain Luck +5.

Chapter 9:

A. If Hawk enters Luthecia, a conversation will occur, and he will gain +3 Magic and Resistance.

B. After Grutia is conquered, have Charlot/Sharlow wait next to Hannibal. A conversation will occur, and he will receive the Berserk staff.

C. If Femina/Hermina or Janne/Jeanne visits one of the northwest villages, a conversation will occur and she will gain +3 Defense.

Chapter 10:

A. If Seliph defeats the boss of the final castle and before seizing it waits next to the water on the beach below, something will happen.

#fe4 #hi! i am normal about this video game.#guides #fire emblem

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vexic929 · 8 months

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Braids

A cute little ficlet about Beth and Barry after their first few weeks staying with the Wests, info on Beth here

OCs are mine but based on The Flash characters

Beth perched herself at the kitchen island, grabbing a piece of toast from the plate Joe was dishing up and brushing her hair out of her face in irritation. She was dressed perfectly for her first day back in school except for the mess of brown strands that wouldn't stay behind her ears. Joe glanced at the 8-year-old with an amused expression.

"You want something on that, Lizzy?" He asked, hopeful but not expecting a verbal response. She hadn’t spoken a word in weeks, not since Nora’s death and Henry’s arrest.

Beth took a bite before nodding. Joe opened the fridge and pulled out a couple of jars.

"Alright, we got strawberry jam, grape jelly, apple butter, regular butter," he listed off, setting them in front of her with a butter knife and a spoon. "Any of that sound good?"

Beth's eyes scanned over the jars, her brow furrowing slightly as she tried to decide, before pointing to the strawberry jar. Joe handed her the spoon and jar with a smile before returning to the stove to finish cooking. As Beth spread the strawberry jam on her toast, Barry trudged down the stairs, rubbing his eyes, his hair a mess.

"Morning, Bethy." He greeted with a yawn.

Beth looked up, giving him a small smile before going back to her breakfast. Barry leaned on the counter next to her, looking over her shoulder.

"Can I have a bite?" He teased, reaching for the toast and causing Beth to turn and stick her tongue out in response. Barry laughed and ruffled her hair as he perched himself on the stool next to her.

Beth pushed her hair out of her face again with a frustrated sound before taking another bite of her toast.

"I bet Iris has a headband you could borrow." Joe suggested, plating bacon and pancakes on the island alongside the toast.

Beth shook her head, frowning at her toast for a few moments. "...I want braids."

The kitchen fell silent, Barry and Joe exchanging a look over the counter for several awkward moments before Joe spoke again.

"I'm sure Iris could help you when she gets-"

"No!" Beth whined. "I want braids like Mommy does!" Her eyes filled with tears and she pushed her plate away.

Barry quickly moved to wrap his arms around his little sister and Beth buried her face in his shoulder, soaking his shirt with tears. Joe turned off the burner and set the pan aside before rounding the island and rubbing Beth's back in soothing circles as she sobbed. She shied away, pressing closer to Barry and Joe sighed. He definitely couldn't send either of them to school like this, Beth was obviously not ready to go back.

"Alright, alright." Joe soothed. "Why don't you and Barr go sit on the sofa, I'll bring you both some hot chocolate and pancakes." He stood, ushering the two towards the living room with gentle hands, making a mental note to call the school and tell them the kids wouldn't be in today. If they had a problem with it, they could take it up with him.

Beth sniffled but slowly stopped sobbing as she and Barry sat on the sofa and Joe draped a throw blanket around them. He pulled out his phone and called the school, briefly explaining the situation as he got out another pan for the hot chocolate. He sighed in relief when the principal agreed to give them another day and caught Iris's eye when she emerged from upstairs, gesturing for her to come to the kitchen with him so they could talk.

"Beth's having a rough day." Joe said quietly, pulling Iris close and kissing the top of her head. "She and Barr are staying home again. Do you mind going and sitting with them until I take you to school?" Iris pulled away to give him a nod and he squeezed her shoulder with a smile.

"Do you wanna watch something?" Iris asked as she entered the living room and sat next to Beth, sandwiching her between her and Barry.

Beth scooted closer and leaned her head on Iris's shoulder, nodding, and Iris flipped through the channels, landing on a cartoon that had them all giggling within minutes. Joe brought in the hot chocolate and plates of pancakes and joined them until it was time to take Iris to school.

"You good watching Beth until I get back, Barr?" Joe asked as he and Iris put on their jackets and shoes. "I'll only be gone half an hour, tops."

Barry nodded and Joe smiled at the kids before leading Iris out the door. Once they were gone, Barry turned to Beth, his face clouding with worry.

"Bethy..." He said softly. "Are you okay?"

Beth shook her head and Barry wrapped an arm around her, waiting for her to open up.

"Why did they take Daddy? Daddy could braid my hair like Mommy did, I know he could. He can do everything." Beth said, her voice cracking with emotion.

Barry could see the tears welling in her eyes again and he rubbed her back gently, fidgeting uncomfortably. Nobody had explained it to her yet beyond the initial informing them they were staying with Joe. She'd never asked but Barry thought the grown-ups still should've said something by now.

"They think...they think Dad hurt Mom." Barry said slowly, unable to think of an easier way to tell her. Beth pulled away immediately, wide-eyed.

"But he wouldn't!" Beth protested. "Daddy loves Mommy and Mommy loves Daddy and she'd be so sad if she knew he wasn't here! It's not fair, Barry, it's not!" By the time she was done, she was practically screaming, tears running down her face again, and Barry winced at the noise. He thought frantically for something to comfort her, his eyes landing on the cartoon still playing.

"I know...um...look, Bubbles is braiding Blossom's hair. Want me to try to copy? Maybe I can get close to Mom's braids." Barry offered uncertainly.

Beth wiped her eyes. "...You think you can?"

"I'll try." Barry promised with a smile.

With the cartoon as their guide, Barry did his best to braid Beth's hair in two plaits. It wasn't perfect - actually Barry thought it sucked in all honesty - but the almost-failure made Beth giggle. She seemed to like it and it lifted some of the weight of sadness from her shoulders, at least temporarily.

"Okay?" Barry asked hesitantly as he tied off the second braid. Beth gave him a smile and ran her fingers over them.

"You did a bad job." Beth declared with another giggle, snuggling into Barry's side to watch more PowerPuff Girls. "Thanks, Barr."

#vexic lives #vexic writes #vexic ocs #beth allen #earth-150 #earth 150 #e150

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thisgirlnamedblusy · 1 year

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Hiii can I request a fic where its like the reader is being a brat at the Raven because of an argument she had with Mari (she's a teacher btw) and Marilyn starts to run out patience and it she finally snaps when she sees reader trying to make her jealous. Marilyn drags the reader to her room and starts punishing her

Yess!!! Here it is!!! I hope you like it, and sorry about the language mistakes!!!! :))))

I'll give to you a good reason to be jealous

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem, Teacher! Reader

Warnings: Smut, strong language, spanking, jealousy, kinks

Word count: 2,613

Summary: Marilyn and you argued, and you want to take some revenge…

N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

You snorted, running your hand over the back of your neck. You hated the arguments, and even more if they were with Marilyn.

You met her when you came to Nevermore. Everyone was surprised that such a young girl would teach art to werewolves, vampires, and gorgons, among other things… You adapted very quickly, although in truth, you were familiar with being an outcast. Marilyn Thornhill was the exception from that academy. She was normi, she was not like you. That was not an impediment for you to fall in love with her. The best of all was that somehow, she corresponded to you and, after a shameful love confession, you started a relationship in the middle of that whole world of monsters and outcasts.

It was going well, you loved her, she loved you, but there were some things you still hadn't gotten used to. Everyone has flaws, but Marilyn had only one, a very big one, jealousy.

That night was the long-awaited Rave 'N dance, the most important student event of Nevermore, or so Principal Weems said. The problem wasn't being with your co-workers, some of whom had shown a special interest in you. The problem for Marilyn was your clothes, a dress perhaps too short and suggestive for a person of your position.

“Honestly, Mari, I don't understand you,” you said taking the bag. “I think it looks great on me, I don't see the problem anywhere.”

“Well, look, I do see the problem, I can see two problems exactly,” The redhead said, pointing to your pronounced cleavage.

You laughed as you looked down, but you shook your head.

“You love them,” you said biting your lip.

“Of course I love them, (Y/N). Precisely for this reason I don't like that you go showing your tits throughout the academy,” she told you, trying to use a calmer tone.

“My God…” You sighed, raising your eyebrows. “I'm just wearing a cleavage.”

“You’re just wearing?”

“Marilyn… Give me a break…” You said, letting yourself fall on the bed. “Would you mind to stop thinking that everyone wants something with me? It's frustrating, seriously.”

“Seeing how you enjoy putting your tits in others’ face of is more frustrating,” she replied, crossing her arms.

You sat up and closed your eyes. That night you didn't feel like agreeing with her. You were convinced that her jealousy was completely absurd. But she didn't care if you told her over and over again that you loved her, that you would never change her for anyone. She seemed like she didn't listen to you at all. She sometimes made you desperate, but you always had your own methods to make her come to her senses, or at least push her to the limit of her patience, with her delicious consequences, of course...

“Look, Marilyn, I don't care if you don't like it, I'm going to wear this dress and I don’t care if you don't like it,” you said, getting up and leaving the room, leaving the redhead with no chance to respond.

All the students were dressed in white, elegant and informal.

Larissa was waiting for you at the entrance of the room and when she saw you appear alone, she frowned.

“Welcome to the dance, (Y/N), where's Marilyn?” She asked, unable to help but sound a bit nosy. You rolled your eyes.

“She will come now, when she finishes grumbling,” you said amused.

“Something has happened?”

-“Oh no, nothing. Our stuff. Anyway, who do I have to yell at to get something to drink?”

Larissa smiled and pointed to one of the tables with a bowl full of punch. You headed there, greeting your students and the other teachers along the way.

“Hey, (Y/N), you look amazing,” one of the teachers said. You smiled and nodded gratefully for the compliment.

“Thanks Ray, you're not bad either,” you commented, winking at him.

You looked towards the door as Marilyn walked in and talked to Larissa, probably giving her some silly explanation as to why she wasn't with you. You pursed your lips, furious to see your girlfriend smiling as if nothing had happened. For you it was like a declaration of war. And you thought you would win.

The dance was going well. The students danced innocently and even you also encouraged yourself to dance a little with them. You didn't talk to Marilyn, but you did catch glances from time to time. Pretending to be content and happy didn't seem to work. You no longer only wanted her to realize her mistake, you also liked the idea of provoking her, of angering her. The sugar in that drink affected your mind, making it seem like a good idea to play on her worst fears.

The redhead was sitting at one of the tables, alone. Your co-worker, Ray, was nearby, pouring himself a glass of punch. The perfect chance.

“Hello Ray, are you having fun?” You asked your now smiling partner. You knew perfectly well that he liked you. Marilyn looked up to see you in that attitude. She couldn't pretend that she wasn't interested in your conversation.

“Um, yes,” the boy said, nodding as he blushed. “I thought you'd come with Marilyn, but I haven't seen you two talk all night.”

You sighed swallowing the discomfort that someone flirting with you knowing that you had a girlfriend meant for you.

"Well, we've argued…” You said, running a finger through his arm, making him laugh nervously.

The music was so loud that surely the redhead wasn't listening to the conversation, but her eyes were getting darker.

“Oh, I'm so sorry… Do you want to dance?” Your partner asked. You glanced at Marilyn and her unfriendly face, but you nodded, leaving your glass on the table where the redhead was sitting.

You tried to dodge all of Ray's attempts to get close to you and at the same time you wanted to make your girlfriend jealous. It was a complicated task and you were almost going to give up, but a strong grip on your wrist took you off the dance floor.

“Hey, what are you doing?” You asked annoyed, watching Marilyn drag you out of the ballroom. “Let me go.”

“Shut up,” she said dryly. You smiled to yourself. Mission accomplished.

Her grip was strong enough to hurt you. You didn't resist, you walked the Nevermore corridors without speaking or complaining. After all, it was what you wanted.

You got to her room and when Marilyn opened the door, she pushed you inside roughly. You made an effort not to stumble and your look became childish.

“What is the reason for this kidnapping? I was having fun.”

“Oh, I bet, (Y/N), you were having so much fun with that idiot Ray,” Marilyn hissed, moving closer to you until your back hit the wall.

“Well, yes. He is a very funny boy, and besides, he is only two years older than me,” you said. That was a low blow for her, and you knew it.

Marilyn smirked and shook her head before slapping you hard across the face.

“What were you thinking, bitch?” She asked, pulling your hair hard. You closed your eyes scared, although only in appearance. You knew Marilyn liked to play rough, and so do you. “Not even you are capable of sinking so low...”

“I haven't done anything… Mommy…”

That was the name in which Marilyn called herself on those occasions. You rarely said it. Proof of this was the redhead's look of surprise and her increasingly growing smile.

“You haven't done anything, honey?” She said, pouting and now grabbing your chin. “I think you have. You have disobeyed me, and not happy with that, you have been flirting with a boy in front of me...”

“Oh, sorry,” you said, amused. Marilyn released you and patted your nearly exposed breasts.

“It's not worth it for me to say sorry, (Y/N). You have behaved badly and mommy has to punish you,” she told you in a disturbing way.

“I'll be a good girl, I promise,” you exaggeratedly pleaded. Deep down you wanted to be punished, you wanted it almost desperately.

“Shhh, honey. You should have thought of that before... Come on, come here,” she whispered into her ear, giving you a tender kiss on the lips afterwards.

Marilyn led you to the bed and sat down, still holding your hand. You made an attempt to unzip your dress, but she stopped you.

“No, my love, don't take off that dress. I want to punish you while you're wearing it,” she told you, taking her hands under your clothes and pulling your underwear down. “That’s it…”

Marilyn bit her lip as she caressed your now bare buttocks. You couldn't help but gasp intensely.

“Put yourself here, my love,” she told you as she patted her lap. You obeyed immediately, lying on top of her.

Marilyn lifted the fabric of your dress, exposing your bottom as she gently stroked it.

“That's the way I like it. An obedient girl...” Your lover whispered.

“Please, mommy, I'll be a good girl… Forgive me,” you said, with your voice filled with desire.

“Oh, how sweet you are, (Y/N). I'll be good to you, I promise. It will only be 10 this time… Come on, honey, count with me.”

“1!” You said when you felt the first blow. It itched, but at the same time it made you so wet that you thought Marilyn would eventually notice.

One after one, the spankings turned your buttocks a reddish hue. You screamed, but not in pain, but in pleasure. You were used to it and Marilyn of course sensed the great pleasure that "her punishments" produced in you.

“10!” The last one was always the hardest. You hissed at the sting, and moaned as her hand caressed the sore spot.

“You've done very well, my girl…” Marilyn told you, making you sit up. “Next time you think of trying to make me jealous, I won't be so benevolent, do you understand?”

You nodded and lay back on the bed, shifting so as not to feel too much of the residual pain you had.

“I didn't hear you, (Y/N),” she told you, moving to get on top of you, with her legs on either side of your hips.

“Yes... Mari...” You sighed, taking your hands to her waist and beginning to move so that your heat came together and rubbed against each other.

“Mmm, you're so sexy…” The redhead said, also following the rhythm and beginning to moan. Her hands went straight to your breasts, which came out of the neckline of your dress. “I like you so much, (Y/N)”

“You have to admit you like the dress,” you gasped defiantly, making her stop.

“Are you still kidding, (Y/N)? Maybe mommy hasn't punished you enough,” she threatened you. You shook your head and luckily the redhead continued to brush her body against yours.

“Are you having fun making mommy jealous?” Marilyn asked, leaning towards your ear while her hand went up your legs. “Answer me.”

“Yes, it amuses me,” you said defiantly, noticing how that hand that used to spank you now caressed you sensually on the inside of your thigh.

“How shameless you are... Surely you wanted me to punish you... Right?” She asked ironically. You nodded profusely.

“Yeah… Ow!” You screamed when her nails dug into your skin.

“You are very perverse, (Y/N), you know that my only fear in this life is losing you.”

That suddenly romantic tone took you a little out of the situation, but your heart thanked for her words. After that, her fingers finally reached your wet crotch and you moaned in relief to feel that contact where you needed it most.

“Your body belongs to me, your heart belongs to me…” She whispered, while she slowly introduced her fingers inside of you. Your moans were too loud, but the dance music surely camouflaged them well.

“Do you like it, honey?” She asked increasing the pace. Her words were harsh, but her touch was soft, loving, tender. Little by little the pace increased, making your body move in a disorderly and involuntary way.

“Yeah, fuck... I'm going, I'm going to...” You said, finding it impossible to resist the waves of pleasure that ran through your senses. Marilyn stopped, drawing you a frustrated gasp.

“No, my love, not yet. Before I let you to cum, you have to promise me that you will not try to make me jealous again...” Marilyn said mischievously. She had all the power, all the control over you. It almost hurt you not to be able to release and you decided to humiliate yourself a bit, which you didn't care too much about...

“I'll never do it again. I'm yours, only yours. Please Mari... I need...” You begged, impatient.

“Say it right, honey…” She hissed, running a hand over your exposed breasts.

“Mommy, please... I... I'll never make fun of you again, I won't make you jealous again, please, mommy...”

“Good girl…” she whispered, moving her fingers again. The pleasure was already unbearable, and your hands gripped the sheets tightly as your entire body tensed, finally releasing all your pleasure.

“I love when you're so desperate,” Marilyn murmured, getting off of you and taking off her boots. “Stay still, you still have to make it up to me.”

The redhead removed her stockings along with her own underwear. She slowly approached you and you knew exactly what she was going to do, and you loved it.

Not wanting to wait any longer, she climbed back on top of you, until her legs were on either side of your head.

“Make mommy happy, honey…” She said before lowering her body.

That way you could feel her, taste her in a unique way. It was her favorite position, and she only dared to do it on special occasions (and in reconciliations as well). You had trouble breathing, but you didn't care, her moans and her swear words were all the oxygen you needed. You grabbed her legs with your hands, holding her even closer to you as your tongue did her work.

It didn't last long in that state. Soon the weight on you was accentuated, while a brazenly loud moan reverberated on the old walls of the room.

“Oh… Sweetheart…” she said with a tender, relaxed voice. “Forgive me…”

That unexpected apology brought you out of your state of pleasure, but you nodded, caressing her cheek.

“Bah, it doesn't matter. I have also behaved like a brat,” you said, sitting down.

“But don't go near that slimy boy, I don't like him, at all,” she said, sitting next to you and kissing you briefly on the lips.

“Mari…”

“Okay, okay. Just be careful, please.”

You rolled your eyes as you hugged her lovingly. It could have been a romantic moment, but a quick knock on the door interrupted you. You both looked at each other, frowning.

Marilyn got up, put on her clothes and went to the door while you did the same, in a hurry.

“Larissa, what the…?” Your girlfriend said, looking stunned at Weems.

That reaction was normal. Larissa was covered in red from top to bottom, and the furious look on her face told you it hadn't been on purpose.

“What happened to you?” You asked, pretending to be normal. Larissa grunted.

“Where the hell have you two been? I've been looking for you for a while,” she asked, narrowing her eyes.

“Oh… Well…” Marilyn said, shy and embarrassed.

“Oh, I don't know why I keep asking... Come immediately to the ballroom. Someone has spread red paint on the fire system.”

#marilyn thornhill #marilyn thornhill x reader #wednesday #ms thornhill #oneshot #smut

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houseofbrat · 8 months

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You know the criticism is BAD and KP’s principals are feeling the heat, when The King is used as a human shield and friendly press is briefed that he’s “given permission” for whatever is the latest KP screw up.

https://x.com/baronessbruck/status/1749487412533698742?s=46

Does the writer of this Tatler piece know something that the rest of us don't?

Kensington Palace's statement on the 17th said she was admitted the day before, which is Tuesday.

So...has Kate been in the hospital longer than Tuesday the 16th? Or did the writer just do some finagling to keep the same discharge date in the readers' minds?

Because that's a serious boo-boo to be making in the first sentence of an article. Except it's been there all day.

The real problem is that Will & Kate have always been workshy. If they hadn't been, the press wouldn't have an angle to work with. However, since Will & Kate have decided to live a self-indulgent lifestyle all these years, including a full year after William became heir to the throne, people are frustrated with them.

Can you imagine how the UK government feels about them? Will & Kate refused to do a tour last year (2023) and said that they would do a tour in spring 2024. Now, here we are in late January and the earliest they'll do a tour is fall/autumn 2024.

Can you imagine these two as King and Queen?

They're incapable of doing jack shit.

#ask #twitter #Kensington Palace #palace officials #pr games #strategery #Prince William #William The Terrible #William The Prince of Wales #kate middleton #Catherine The Princess of Wales #magazines #tatler #Evie Delaney #things that make you go hmmm...#The Workshy Waleses #Workshy Will #my gif

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Do you have headcanons about Kalos in your AU, that affect Jude, Dante, and the rivals? Familar and new ones alike!

Yeah! I have a few hc's that I hopefully remember -

I know that Kalos has a classism problem, if Team Flare is to show off anything. And also this weird beauty problem, whether or not someone is stylish enough is allowed to enter certain stores. That in particular reaaaally bothers Jude n Shauna lol.

I think the rivals sans Dante and Jude ( kinda) aren't suuuuuuper wealthy. Not exactly poor either, but they don't exactly have the same luxury that Dante has. Shauna was always aware of this really - it's why she's so quick to point out the faults of rich folk in my au. Trevor is aware of this too, but was more focused on making his dead beat parents proud.

I think this focus on beauty in Kalos effected them too. I generally go by the principal that the pokemon world is sooooo much better to live in compared to the real world, but that doesn't mean it doesn't have it's issues. I can see Trevor being used for his smarts like Clemont is- something that he doesn't exactly mind, but I can imagine it's kinda taxing. Shauna is also very smart and her parents are often pushing her to "maximize her potential" but. It isn't her passion. She likes puzzles as a hobby, but nothing worth being a career. It doesn't help that it's not just her parents trying to push her in this direction. It's frustrating, being told to uphold a certain standard that you don't want. And Shauna is a bit of a romantic. She likes all the romantic stuff of Kalos, but having to obtain that is frustrating sometimes. Tierno, I feel, is often overlooked in that regard. He doesn't exactly have exceptional abilities like Trevor or Shauna or Dante. He just likes to dance and dreams of making a dance team. Which. Might not even be considered something worth going into by some. Not all, of course, but the few that do kinda always stuck with Tierno. It didn't help that he didn't exactly come from a rich family so. I think these things played a role in Tierno's self worth really. He doesn't feel like he offers much, or has anything to stand out. His dancing is just dancing- it's not as useful as Trevor's smarts, or Shauna's charm or Dante's battle prowess. So what can he really offer?

Jude is kinda funny in all of this bc Jude is an outsider here. She's from Kanto. She's not used to whatever Kalos is about. So there's always a level of slight annoyance with how things operate in Kalos. Though she's also in a position where she does get the perks of "beauty", so it's. Weird. Dante, on the other hand, has always thrived in Kalos' standards, and never had a problem with it because of that. In a way he kinda isolated his friends out because he never really saw the problem. It's only when his ego got hurt was when he started to really see things for how it is- and even then that took a while bc Lysandre got to him first and kinda warped Dante's ego into working for him( though I should stress Dante didn't know Lysandre was part of team flare, let alone leading it. His job was just to collect mega stones and help Lysandre with some data- but Lysandre did present himself as someone who understood Dante at the time, and that's what Dante really wanted )

Aaaaand yeah. I think that's all I want to say. It was fun to compare how the culture around kalos effects the kiddos!

#r rambles #legendverse #r answers #oc: jude bellrose #oc: dante lacroix #pokemon shauna #pokemon trevor #pokemon tierno

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Cold Dead Heart Ch. 4

Marilyn Thornhill x OC (Rown Ali)

Authors Note: Thank you to @c-lyn4ever for helping me with some ideas for this chapter!

Since the attack on the Ottinger boy, Principal Weems had teachers watching the halls at night. As one of the few vampires on staff, Larissa opted giving you the shift in the early hours of the morning from 1-3am. You were surprised when Marilyn turned down the hallway in which you were sitting, “What are you doing out here so late?”

“Couldn’t sleep.” She took a seat next to you, cleaning her head back against the wall. You didn’t know it, but she was lying to you.

“Good news. You can help me keep all of these students in line.” You spread your arms out wide, gesturing to all of the nonexistent students that roamed the hallways. Marilyn chucked at your joke and leaned her head on your shoulder, resting there. You stopped gesturing when she did as you would rather have her touching you than the ability to make jokes.

“Is this okay?” Her hands came to grasp your forearm and bicep, allowing you to enjoy her warmth across your skin. She took a deep breath and snuggled in closer and you bit back a smile, taking mental notes to tell your best friend about later.

“Mhmm..” You hummed, knowing it was more than okay. You wanted this to be an all day everyday thing. Silence befell you for a few minutes, no sounds except for the thunderstorm beginning outside. Part of you considered asking her to be your girlfriend. Just to make things official so she would only want to be with you, but your stubbornness kept you from asking.

She spoke up after a few minutes, “I’ve been seeing Larissa…”

You felt your heart crack, not in two but enough to need stitches. You kept all of the emotions pushed deep down, bottling them up and planning on throwing away the key. Your voice was quiet and calm, unable to hide the heartbreak, “Oh… That sounds nice…”

“Yes… Yes, it is.”

Marilyn stayed with you your entire shift. You were plagued with mixed signals. She rested on your shoulder and held your hand, both of which you found to be odd interactions if she was with Weems. She even allowed you to walk her back to her rooms in Ophelia Hall, even then she held your hand on the way back.

You stopped at her doorway, even when she walked in her rooms and left the door open for you. After tonight, you knew you couldn’t stay. If you kept sleeping with her and having moments you had tonight, the crack in your heart would become a gaping hole. Marilyn smiled at you, cocking her head, “Aren’t you going to come in?”

You shook your head, looking down at your shoes, “I should probably get back to my rooms so I can be up on time for classes.”

“Oh, okay…” She seemed disappointed which made you happy in a small, fucked up way. Marilyn approached you once more, her eyes looking up into yours. Her expression was almost impossible to read, “I really like you Rowan. I wish you would have wanted a relationship.”

“Me too.” You respond, pressing a kiss to the corner of her lips before leaving her alone in the doorway to her rooms.

———

The next few days passed like a category 5 hurricane, destroying the school and your trust in others. Larissa was dead or at least you thought she was. Marilyn was behind the murders. And to make matters worse, you were still in love with her. When the semester ended early, you immediately called up Fern and flew out to Wisconsin to spend the time off with her and her family.

You couldn’t believe you were crying in Fern’s room. You could count on one hand the number of times you have cried in the past decade. Emotions had no place in the life of a vampire, or at least that’s what you told yourself.

Fern sat on the bed as you sat on the floor. If you were going to cry, you wanted to create some type of distance between the two of you. You were so frustrated and you hadn’t been able to speak to anyone about it all, “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!”

“Preach.” Fern’s monotone word brought a smile to your face for a fraction of a second before you continued your raging.

“I can’t fucking stand that I let her get under my skin. Fuck! And I still want her under my skin! I’ve never wanted to turn someone like this before. She could be my queen of the night. I would spend eternity worshipping at her alter, but NO!” You began a small rampage, turning and laying back against the carpeted floor. Your hands were gesturing wildly as you spoke, completely infuriated by the woman that captivated you and who now sat in prison, “Instead, she attempted to kill all of the outcasts at Nevermore! She hates outcasts. She hates us all! Yet, she is willing to sleep with me and my boss! Explain that to me!”

“I mean you have a type.” Fern knew that humor was the only way to cheer you up, “You said Lizzie Borden was great in bed.”

“She was! And so was this psycho! I sure know how to pick ‘em.” You sat up abruptly, coming to rest your head on Fern’s bed. In return, she reached out a hand and stroked your hair, “Oh, Fern…”

Fern laid on the bed in front of you, creeping closer so she could rub your back, “Well, like you always tell me, ‘To get over someone, you might need to get under someone else.’”

“You telling me that you should dumb Sydnee and we should date one another.” You made a joke, voice muffled by the mattress beneath you. Fern smiled at your words, knowing that with a little time, you were going to be alright.

———

“You are going to apply?” You were practically jumping up and down behind Fern as she scrolled through the job listing for the botany professor position at Nevermore Academy. Knowing that you would be returning to Nevermore with a possible friend would be incredibly helpful after the past semester you had, “Fern, we will cause so much trouble and there is no way you won’t get the job.”

“I did apply. I sent in my application two days ago. I’m just anxiety scrolling and thinking of everything I missed in my resume and curriculum vitae.” Fern was trying to downplay her abilities, but you knew her resume backed up her abilities as well with a PhD and teaching skills within the world of plant science, “And besides, there is more than one outcast with the power to manipulate plants, Ro.”

“Yeah, whatever. I think that I could convince the professor across the hall from me to switch-”Her phone began ringing and you glance over her shoulder to see the 802 telephone area code for Vermont, “Holy shit, Ferny. Answer it!”

She shushed you quickly before swiping the bottom of the phone screen to answer the call. You wrap your arms around her neck and lean in to listen closely to the call. Fern smiles and presses the speaker button so you can hear everything. Fern was the one to speak first, “Hello, this is Fern Rogers.”

The familiar and pleasant voice of your boss was the one on the other end of the line. She must not have been dead after all, “Hello. This is Larissa Weems. I am the principal of Nevermore Academy. I’ve looked over your resume and I must say, you sound a little too good to be true.”

You couldn’t help but shake Fern in her chair, pure excitement washed over you. She had to stifle a laugh before speaking, “I am so pleased to hear that, Principal Weems. I promise that it is all true. I just finished a small stint with the National Park Service and I am really looking to get back into the education world. Teaching is my passion.”

“I’m very glad to hear that. We received a wonderful letter of recommendation from our own Dr. Ali as well. We are looking to interview you as soon as possible. Sadly, I won’t be able to interview you myself. Instead, the board of directors is looking to speak with you about the position.” Your mind was racing with Larissa’s words. In your opinion, an interview from the board would be far easier than one with Larissa. She could certainly be a hard-ass about who could and couldn’t work at Nevermore, after all Marilyn was a board hire.

“I can’t wait. You give me a time and a place and I will be there. I’m very excited about the prospect of this possition.” Fern was never able to hold her cherubic excitement about things like this. You found her to be absolutely adorable for it.

You almost missed how professional Larissa was at all times, “We will be in contact. Have a lovely day, Dr. Rogers.”

“You as well, Principal Weems.” Fern hung up the phone and it was impossible for her to hide her excitement. She jumped up on her chair and you picked her up and hugged her just like you both used to do at Nevermore when you heard great news. Fern paused cheer to look down at you, “Was that tall hot blonde?”

You grin at her, knowing that Fern had been dying to see what Larissa looked like, “Yes it was.”

#wednesday netflix #fanfic #cold dead heart #marilyn thornhill x oc #marilyn thornhill #laurel gates #rowan ali #stately sequoia #the cedars have eyes #violet and rose

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CT Memories - The Legend of the Strongest Meiwa FC: chapters 11 & 12's summary

⚠️ SPOILERS AHEAD ⚠️

Before I post the two chapters's summary, I wanted to make it clear that I wrote 100% of them and that I'm not an expert in Japanese, but I can translate quite a lot, so if there are any small errors in there, I apologize.

You can find the RAW here. Please don't repost the manga pages on the internet out of respect for the scanlation team.

Have a good reading❗️

■ Chapter 11

• Fall has finally arrived. While working his part-time job, Hyuga notices a poster for the upcoming soccer tournament in Saitama. Sadly, he can't participate, but he doesn't let it discourage him and continues to work hard.

• We learn that Aunt Mitoma, the cafeteria lady who prepared bento for Kojiro in the previous chapter, has decided to resign. It seems she was called in by the school principal, who reprimanded her for showing favoritism by preparing meals for a specific student (Hyuga), which goes against the school rules. Faced with the principal's insensitive attitude, despite Hyuga being an exceptional student in need, Mitoma chooses to resign.

• Hyuga learns about Aunt Mitoma's departure and feels guilty, believing it's his fault she resigned. The cafeteria staff apologizes to Hyuga as they can no longer provide him with free meals due to the school's anti-favoritism policy.

• After school, a frustrated Hyuga returns home and is surprised to find Aunt Mitoma in his house, surrounded by his brothers and sister. He asks her why she's there, and she explains that she's cooking for Hyuga's family. Hyuga's mother apologizes to Mitoma (whom she affectionately calls "Micchan") for the inconvenience. Mitoma responds by saying, "What are you talking about, Masayo-chan? You and I have been best friends since elementary school." (We finally know Hyuga's mother's first name: Masayo Hyuga!) Mitoma reassures Masayo, saying she's there to help and that it's natural to support each other during tough times. Masayo thanks her.

• Hyuga intervenes, apologizing and feeling responsible for Mitoma losing her job due to him. Mitoma reassures Hyuga and tells him that leaving school is an opportunity for her to open a bento shop with a friend.

• Hyuga is deeply moved by Mitoma's kindness and sheds a few tears. Mitoma then offers him some wisdom, saying that his father, who is in heaven, would want him to act like a real man. Hyuga agrees and says it's time to go to work. In her bed, Masayo turns to a photo of her late husband, thinking that she can't wait to recover so her son can play soccer again.

• On the Meiwa FC club side, we see Wakashimazu make a superb save. The goalkeeper coach is impressed by Wakashimazu's abilities and encourages him. Meanwhile, without Wakashimazu noticing, one of the boys (named Sadao) whom Wakashimazu hit at his former school appears with his older brother to seek revenge.

• The older brother promises to avenge his "cute" little brother and crush Wakashimazu. They observe Wakashimazu and are surprised to see that he's not only into karate but also now playing soccer. The older brother has devised a plan to ambush Wakashimazu. Tomorrow after school, he intends to call him to the banks of the Arakawa River, where judo club members from the older brother's college will beat him up.

• The next day, Wakashimazu, Misaki, and Takeshi finish their school day, and Misaki mentions that he'll drop his bag at home before joining Wakashimazu and Takeshi at the training field.

• After Misaki leaves, a group of young men appears. Wakashimazu recognizes them; they are the sixth-graders he fought back at his old school to defend himself. The group greets Wakashimazu with a casual "Yo, Wakashimazu, long time no see."

• One of the group members remarks that Wakashimazu probably thought he had escaped them by changing school. Another announces that they're here today to pay him back for what he did to them last time.

• Takeshi is scared and overwhelmed by the situation. The delinquent group demands that Wakashimazu meet them on the banks of the Arakawa River to avoid attracting attention in the city. Wakashimazu entrusts his school bag to Takeshi. Takeshi is reluctant, but Wakashimazu reassures him, saying he'll take care of them.

• Takeshi wonders what to do, then Hyuga suddenly appears, running, and sees a panicked Takeshi. Hyuga asks him why he's standing there, and Takeshi explains the grave situation with Wakashimazu and how the delinquents from Wakashimazu's former school are after him and have asked him to follow them. Hyuga asks Takeshi where they've gone, and Takeshi provides the location of the confrontation.

• Hyuga is determined to rescue Wakashimazu and drags Takeshi along. They sprint at full speed, almost colliding with a passing truck. The truck driver sticks his head out the window and scolds the boys for their lack of caution but calms down upon recognizing Hyuga. Hyuga also recognizes him and calls him "Uncle Maruoka" Hyuga explains that the situation is urgent and that he needs Maruoka to take them to the banks of the Arakawa River because his friend is in danger. The man agrees to take Hyuga and Takeshi, despite his confusion about the situation.

• Hyuga spots the group by the riverbank. The man stops Hyuga at the requested location. Uncle Maruoka seems to grasp the situation and realizes that a big fight is about to break out, with many opponents. Maruoka leaves and makes a call from his truck to his fellow truckers, informing them that "Kojiro, Hyuga-san's son, is in trouble, so those who can, please come as soon as possible."

• The group facing off against Wakashimazu taunts him, saying they've brought members of the judo club from a nearby middle school with them. Sadao adds that his older brother is on his way as well. Wakashimazu responds by provoking them, stating that they always act like cowards and none of them is willing to fight him one-on-one fairly. The thugs tell him to shut up, claiming that no one can take on the number one karate practitioner in Japan, but they are determined to make him suffer.

• Hyuga arrives dramatically, surprising Wakashimazu and the group of thugs. Hyuga tries to stop the fight, and Wakashimazu looks at him in astonishment.

• Wakashimazu asks Hyuga why he's there. Hyuga responds that he's there to help a "precious friend". Hyuga stands in front of Wakashimazu and tells him, "I've come to help you, Wakashimazu." Hyuga admits he's not used to fighting but assures Wakashimazu that he knows how strong his kicks are (I'm thinking of you, Hyuga, when you destroyed the table with a kick in World Youth, so yes, we can say your kicks are strong, hahaha...). He says that even if he gets beat up, he'll send some of the thugs to the hospital.

• Hyuga tells Takeshi that since he's never fought before, he should stay back and watch them (Hyuga and Wakashimazu) fight. Although trembling like a leaf, Takeshi says he can't just stand there and watch while his teammates fight, and he won't run away. He admits he's terrified.

• Wakashimazu smiles and tells Hyuga and Takeshi that they are both interesting individuals.

• Sadao's older brother addresses him and says they were not supposed to fight against three people. Sadao responds that he doesn't understand why there are other people present besides Wakashimazu. The gang of thugs regroups and says that it doesn't matter if they're three; it won't change the outcome, and they'll crush them anyway.

• Suddenly, a large group of trucks arrives, surrounding the group of young people to their astonishment.

• Uncle Maruoka lowers the truck window and scolds the thugs, stating that they are upperclassmen bullying their underclassmen. He intimidates them by explaining that he and his fellow truckers were under the orders of Hyuga's father and that they have explosive temperaments. He warns that if any of the thugs dares to act, the truckers will as well.

• Seeing the threatening demeanor of the truckers, Sadao's older brother asks if the truckers were also part of the plan, and his brother doesn't know what to say anymore. Intimidated by the truckers, the gang quickly flees.

• The Meiwa trio watches in disbelief as the group runs away, and Hyuga remarks that apparently, they didn't have to fight, much to Takeshi's relief.

• Hyuga thanks Maruoka for his help, and Maruoka tells him it's nothing. The truckers tell Hyuga that if another problem arises, he shouldn't hesitate to ask for their help. Hyuga expresses his gratitude enthusiastically.

• After this adventure, Hyuga mentions that he's running a bit late for his part-time job and needs to go. Wakashimazu is also running late. He thanks Hyuga, and Hyuga responds that it's nothing, as it's normal for Meiwa FC teammates to help each other.

• Takeshi, worried, asks Hyuga if he'll be present for the upcoming prefectural autumn tournament, which starts next week. He inquires if Hyuga will be there. Hyuga thinks about the situation, feeling torn, and explains that the upcoming three-day weekend will be a great opportunity to earn some money. Takeshi is extremely disappointed. Hyuga then proposes a solution: for the first two days of the tournament, the team will have to play without him, but he promises to be there for the final, which delights Takeshi. Takeshi promises to do everything in his power to win until Hyuga's return.

[CHAPTER'S 11 END]

■ Chapter 12

• The Meiwa FC players are training on the field. While observing them, Coach Kira points out how talented Misaki is and how well he's integrating into the team despite being there for only a week. The assistant coach agrees and mentions that the upcoming tournament will be exciting. Coach Kira also notes that with Takeshi and now Misaki on the team, Hyuga will have twice as many scoring opportunities, but the assistant coach recalls that Hyuga may not be able to participate due to his family issues, which troubles Coach Kira.

• The training session comes to an end. Takeshi talks to Misaki about Hyuga's strength on the team, which piques Misaki's interest. Wakashimazu adds that Hyuga is by far the strongest striker in Meiwa FC. Talking about Hyuga makes Misaki eager to meet him, but Hyuga is too busy with work and school. That's when Misaki remembers that Hyuga delivers newspapers early in the morning.

• The next morning, Hyuga is delivering newspapers as usual before school starts when he sees Takeshi, Wakashimazu, and Misaki ahead of him. Surprised, he asks them what they're doing out so early. Takeshi explains that they're there to help him with the newspaper delivery. By sharing the work, it will give Kojiro some free time before classes start, allowing him to train with them. The boys' gesture touches him.

• Hyuga notices Misaki and remarks that he doesn't know him. Misaki introduces himself to Kojiro, and they get to know each other. Wakashimazu explains that Misaki is a very talented player who passed the Meiwa FC entrance test. Takeshi mentions that Misaki even defeated him in a one-on-one duel, which astonishes Hyuga.

• To facilitate the newspaper delivery, Hyuga gives each of the boys a stack and explains how the route works.

• Once the delivery route is completed, the boys take advantage of their free time to go and train before school begins. Hyuga feels grateful to the boys because they've allowed him to play soccer again after a long absence from the field.

• Misaki takes the ball from Hyuga's feet, causing him to fall to the ground. Hyuga attributes it to a lack of practice, but Takeshi suggests that it's because Misaki is genuinely very strong. Provoked, Hyuga decides to step up and tackles Misaki, stealing the ball from him. Takeshi points out to Hyuga and Misaki that this training is not supposed to be a face-off between them but an opportunity to learn each other's playing styles to better coordinate during the upcoming prefectural tournament, a notion that both Hyuga and Misaki approve of.

• From his small house, Coach Kira watches the boys training. The training routine of the four boys repeats almost every morning until the tournament arrives.

• The big day arrives, the opening of the Saitama Prefectural Autumn Tournament. The goalkeeper coach and Wakashimazu's senior encourage him for his first official match as a goalkeeper. Wakashimazu appears nervous, and his legs tremble as he thinks about the responsibility a goalkeeper carries. He regains his composure and charges into the match.

• The opposing team launches their first attack, and the player takes a shot, but Wakashimazu dives and makes a superb save. Internally, Wakashimazu can't help but compare the opponent's strength to Hyuga's. He finds that Hyuga's shots are much more powerful than what he just stopped.

• Wakashimazu's father (dressed in regular clothes, not a kimono!!!!!!) can be seen accompanied by Ken's older brother, Shin. Shin remarks to his father that he seems worried about Ken nevertheless. Shin observes that for his first match, Ken is exceptional as a goalkeeper, and it doesn't look like his first match given how skilled he is. Papa Waka agrees with a smile. He remembers Hyuga's words when he came to challenge Ken to a duel in the family dojo and how he said Ken was a "football genius," and Hyuga was probably not wrong.

• Meiwa FC won 5-0, thanks to Misaki's fantastic goals and Wakashimazu's excellent saves, despite being in the early stages of his goalkeeping career.

• While Hyuga works hard during the Meiwa Food Festival, he thinks about his teammates and hopes they did their best, looking forward to joining them on the day of the final.

[CHAPTER'S 12 END]

#captain tsubasa #kojiro hyuga #ken wakashimazu #takeshi sawada #taro misaki #captain tsubasa memories the legend of the strongest meiwa fc #summary #translation #captain tsubasa memories #spoilers #captain tsubasa spoilers #meiwa trio

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delinquentbookworm · 2 months

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📓👋 Hello hi~~

Heyyyy 👋

Sorry that this isn't a starbreaker thing, but one thing I do keep thinking about (and will probably never write) is a fic about what happens in Junior Year from Mazey's perspective. Just because I feel like she'd see so much happening from behind the scenes but there are also so many completely unrelated fires she has to put out, and she doesn't have context for anything, so it's impossible for her to see that there's an evil plot going on.

Also, Jace would try to get on her good side (if for no other reason than she has the ability to fire people now, and Porter gets so many complaints). Mazey's a sweet person, I think she would get along with who Jace pretends to be, and it makes me laugh to think of them as work besties who bond over a shared love of trashy reality TV or something.

So, Mazey Phaedra is a teenager who ran for student president because she thought it'd look good on college applications or whatever, and then she ends up as Acting Principal of Aguefort. Suddenly she has a full-time job on top of being a full-time student. There's a million responsibilities, like making sure all the clerics don't flunk out because they don't have a teacher, and making sure all the teachers who are still there get paid on time, there's probably some legal problems caused by Grix trying to kill a bunch of people at a music festival. And she has to do classroom observations and performance reviews, for all these faculty who are decades older than she is and have more experience than she does and probably don't take too kindly to her critiquing what they're doing. (She's pretty sure that Tiberia Runestaff hates her, at the very least.)

The budget is an absolute mess, and there are line items that are explicitly labeled 'HUSH MONEY' and 'FOR BRIBES', so the school might be breaking more laws than Mazey originally thought. She makes the mistake of opening a drawer in Arthur Aguefort's desk when she's looking for a pen, and some shrieking phantoms burst out and escape through the window. Someone is stealing material components from classrooms and healing potions from the nurse's office, but before she can deal with that, she finds out that a student adventuring party on a quest just caused a diplomatic incident in the Baronies that might destabilize the entire region, and the Council of Chosen is pissed. Jawbone is saying that way more kids are stressed out than normal and maybe the school could use a second counselor, because for the first time since he's been working there, his diary is entirely booked up, he now has a waiting list for kids to talk to him. Which, great idea, she'll just have to see if they can afford to hire someone else. Then there's a member of the Council of Chosen absolutely hounding her about shapeshifters and a girl named Wanda Childa, and Mazey has to argue against some pretty extreme surveillance measures. And then, there's talk of a Rat City under the school and when she mentions getting an exterminator in to deal with that, the druid teacher is all over her case about how the rats aren't hurting anyone. Except. You know. The structural foundation of the school.

But hey, at least she has a Vice Principal to help her with all this stuff. And Jace really does his best to talk her through all of her new responsibilities and explain what's going on, and he's kind and he's patient and he seems to be genuinely remorseful that she has been put in this situation. It really should be his job to do all this stuff, but his contract forbids him from doing it because Aguefort never changed the rules after Kalvaxus died. And Jace seems just as frustrated about that as Mazey is. But he's not frustrated at her, like some of the other teachers are. He doesn't talk down to her like the new cleric teacher does. She is so unbelievably stressed out and overwhelmed, and he seems genuinely understanding, and acts like he genuinely wants to help. So of course she warms up to him.

She still has classes during the day so a lot of her Principal stuff gets done after hours, and Jace ends up staying late to help out more often than not. She finds out that Jace and Porter are together when Porter shows up to give Jace a lift home. And honestly, finding out those two are dating is the most boring revelation that there's been all year.

One evening, while they're going through the stupid number of emails she's getting from the Council of Chosen and everyone else, Jace points out the fact that Mazey does have the authority to change the rules about what Vice Principals can do. She could make it so that he can take some of this stuff off her plate. She could even fully remove the rule that stops Vice Principals from being able to take over as the actual Principal. Which is so tempting. She considers it, she even almost does it, but then she decides that she's an Aguefort student and she's supposed to rise to an occasion, not just give up, so she commits to staying in the job until the year is over. She does hand over a few admin-type tasks, and things get a bit easier.

Every now and again there's a meeting that really can't be done outside of office hours and it clashes with a bard class she really wanted to be in, so she asks Jace to attend it on her behalf. And she realises later that he should have been teaching his own class at that time. When she checks, she finds out that he was teaching a class during that meeting. Somehow he was in two places at once.

She asks him about it and he gets this kind of panicked look on his face before admitting there're a couple of clones of him running around the school, helping him out with stuff. Which. Can he teach her how to make one of those?? That would help so much! He can't, it turns out. He tries but neither of the two spells he mashed together to make it work are bard spells, and she can't seem to map what he's saying onto her own style of magic. Still. She appreciates the fact that he tried.

TL;DR, Mazey has the most hectic, chaotic year of her life, during which time she is fully convinced Jace is the nicest person ever. And then a few months later he tries to kill her.

#sorry this got stupidly long #there's a bit of starbreaker in there #but barely #elijah ramblings #fanfic

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as8bakwthesage · 1 year

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Who's Sage? (Rogues! the Podcast ONE-SHOT)

Suzie’s Square was a bar that was stuck in the nastier parts of Gotham City. Not the most popular spot, especially compared to the Iceberg Lounge, but it was comfortable and small and people didn’t stare. Whether you were a regular looking fellow or a freak of nature, most people who frequented this establishment had seen it all.

It was the spot for two friends to hang out.

“So there I was, facing the jerk, and ready to throw my bike at ‘im!” Waylon Jones recounted facing Sage Treedear as he told his tale. The enbie smiled at the humour in his voice as he seemed to be recounting a more positive story.

“Did you throw it?” They asked.

“Oh you bet I did! David was the meanest kid I knew, and you know ol’ Waylon ain’t gonna take some punk’s nasty words!” The reptilian-looking man replied, sounding proud of himself. Sage’s smile widened as they took a sip of their fruity drink of choice.

“Kid had it coming,” they concurred. Waylon nodded.

“Ya don’t say! But sadly I almost got suspended. My daddy had to talk to the principal and all. A real mess, but one I look back at with a smile.” He concluded, before gesturing to them. “What about you?”

“What about me?” Sage replied, raising an amused brow.

“You got any stories you wanna share?”

Sage paused at that, trying to think of something interesting that had happened lately. But all they could think of immediately was the madness that had happened at Arkham with the lockdown, and they weren’t even present for that. However, another story came to mind as they thought about it.

“I discovered something disgusting about a rich prick – he tried to cover up the fact that he recently raped this girl.” Sage recalled, their smile fading. Waylon’s own smile vanished instantly as he looked downright vicious, though he did not scare Sage in the slightest. They smiled at that though, before taking another sip. “Don’t worry, he’s never going to hurt anybody again.”

At that Waylon smiled satisfied before he shook his head in disgust, “How anybody can do that is beyond me. What a piece of shit. Glad he’s gone.” He commented. Sage noted his frustration and exhaled through their nose in agreement.

“Gotham’s a cesspit, Waylon. It wriggles and writhes beneath the heels of the uber rich and criminals. So many different kinds of monsters thrive here and so few of their crimes go unpunished…” Sage explained, feeling tired as they nursed their fruity drink of choice.

“I hear ya,” Waylon Jones interrupted their thoughts as he sighed, “It’s tough. But ya seem to be doing alright!”

“Not anymore than I usually am…” They responded, their energy gone as they eyed the glass. Waylon didn’t speak for a moment and when he did, he sounded concerned.

“Hey Sage?”

“Hmm?”

“You’ve been taking your meds, right?” He asked. Sage looked up at him, wondering why he’d ask them that. But as they considered his question, they realised why. With a reassuring smile, they nodded.

“Yeah, I’m good, Waylon. Thanks for checking in.” Sage thanked.

“Well, now, I gotta. Nobody else looks after you, so ol’ Waylon’s gotta!” He chuckled.

Despite the ugliness of Gotham, there was a beauty to it that Sage felt had often gone unnoticed. The people who lived there were resilient as all hell, and especially their dear friend Waylon.

Sage had met Waylon when they were 19, fresh out of jail and in a horrible place mentally. Waylon had been their saviour, taking them in and making sure they got proper help. Sage knew that without Waylon, they wouldn’t have been there to enjoy the drinks they were having with the man. It was funny how life worked out – a giant reptile looking guy helping out a then twig of a person. Everyone feared him except for Sage. Not much could or would surprise them anymore. They’d lived through so much nonsense as a result of living in this ridiculous city.

“I really appreciate that, Waylon.” They said sincerely. Waylon’s smile turned sad and that caused alarms to go off in Sage’s head.

“What’s wrong?” They asked, concerned. Waylon sighed heavily.

“I uh… I had to let my ducks go…” he replied, quickly. Sage blinked in surprise before they themselves looked sad as well.

“Wait, why?” They said, obviously upset.

“It… it wasn’t fair to keep ‘em cooped up. They were getting big.” Waylon explained. Sage watched him before they realised something.

“Is that why you invited me out so early in the day?” They asked gently. He nodded wordlessly. “Oh, you poor dear…”

“Well, it was the right thing to do, ya know?” Waylon said, though despite his words being positive, his tone was anything but.

“Of course, but it’s important to grieve…” Sage expressed. The two sat in silence as the enbie tried to think of something that could cheer up their friend. With a warm smile, they leaned in to wrap an arm around his own. “Tell you what, let’s go!”

“Where we going?” Waylon asked, confused. Sage slapped a twenty on the counter before hopping off their chair.

“We’re gonna go toss some stones in the river!”

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“I didn’t think ya were serious.”

Both Waylon and Sage sat at the bank of the Gotham river and both were chucking stones at the waters, trying to see who could do the most impressive skips. Sage smiled at his comment before tossing another flat stone, watching it skip four times before it sank.

“I always am!” Sage joked, before gesturing for his turn. He flicked the stone and it beat Sage’s skips by one. The enbie pouted with good humour as they realised that he had won this round.

“Seriously, thank you. This is a lot better than a bar right now. Quieter and less people.” Waylon expressed honestly. Sage couldn’t help but smile at that, happy to see him in even a slightly better mood.

“Definitely.” Sage agreed with a giggle.

“Waylon?”

The unfamiliar voice brought Sage’s attention above them, where a well dressed man in green looked down at Waylon. The man looked like he was rich and filthy rich too. The enbie’s smile instantly fell as they crossed their arms. It seemed the man had yet to properly acknowledge them. Waylon however looked pleased to see him.

“Hiya, Eddie!” Waylon replied. Eddie? Who was Eddie? Sage wondered internally, but the more they looked at the mysterious man, the more they felt like they had seen him before.

“What are you doing out here?” ‘Eddie’ asked. Sage instantly went into defensive mode as they stepped forward.

“Spending time with me.” They stated, eyes meeting the man with coldness. He finally seemed to realise that they were there and looked confused by their existence.

“Who’re you?” He asked bluntly. It was Waylon who intervened before Sage could spit back a rude remark.

“This is Sage, Eddie! Sage’s a good friend of mine. They use they/them pronouns!” Waylon introduced, looking at Sage to make sure he got that right. The enbie couldn’t help but smile proudly at his consideration. His energy always made them feel better.

“Oh,” Eddie replied, sounding genuinely surprised by the fact. Sage had to resist the eyeroll.

“Something wrong with that?” They asked, eyes narrowing instead, daring the man to challenge them. The man shook his head.

“No, of course not. But I have to admit that I am surprised, Waylon. People don’t usually approach you, after all.” He explained. Waylon half-smiled as he shook his head.

“That’s true. But Sage is a special case.” Waylon expressed and Sage couldn’t help but smile at that. Waylon was the sweetest person imaginable, so it was hard to imagine that Sage (and now this strange green clothed man) were his only friends.

“Well, you giving high praise is good enough in my book,” the man replied before he seemed to remember something, “Oh, where are my manners? Edward Nygma, and I use he/him pronouns.”

At that introduction, Sage’s eyes widened as they realised just why the man looked so familiar. The man in front of them was the Riddler! How on Earth was Waylon friends with the Riddler?! At Sage’s flabbergasted look, Edward looked deeply amused.

“I’m guessing you recognise the name? Kind of hard not to, after all.” He asked, to which Sage felt like punching his arrogant ass. He genuinely seemed like an absolute prick to be around, let alone the sheer amount of crimes the man had committed. They tensed up again as they wondered why he was still there.

“It’s difficult to forget the name of an awahodos such as yourself.” Sage retorted, to which Edward looked puzzled yet curious. However, it was clear he was getting bored as he turned back to Waylon.

“Why are you out by the banks, throwing stones in the river anyway?” Edward asked, sounding genuinely curious for a pretentious prick who thought he was so much smarter than everybody.

“Uh… I uh… I had to let my ducks go,” Waylon remembered, looking sad yet again. Sage placed a comforting hand on his arm. “They’s were gettin’ too big.”

“Oh, you poor–” the Riddler started before he seemed to remember that Sage was there and stopped, “But you’re… okay, right? More or less?”

“Yeh, sorta. Jus’ sad.” Waylon replied.

“I’m sure they’ll be back to see you though,” Edward tried, which made Sage pause. Was this all an act or was Edward actually being genuine?

“I sure hope so. They was good company... someone to gab at. Be nice if they came to visit.” Waylon remarked, before meeting Sage’s eyes, “Not that you ain’t great company.”

“Oh no, don’t worry, I know what you mean.” Sage reassured him. They heard Edward say something under his breath but ignored him.

“But if they forgit about me, I won’t be mad. Jus’ means they gettin’ on with their life. An’ that’s good.” Waylon continued, and Sage heard Edward continue to murmur something under his breath. He seemed to be lost in his own world.

“Sure gonna be lonely without ‘em... Haven’t seen Jon boy in a while, neither.” Waylon added. Even though Sage had no idea who ‘Jon boy’ was, if Waylon spoke fondly of him then he probably was also another friend.

“Naturally. You have an empty nest, alas.” Edward remarked, suddenly fully engaged in the conversation, which Sage found instantly suspicious as they narrowed their eyes at him. He ignored them.

“Dunno what I’m gonna do with myself, now…” Waylon finished, sounding genuinely depressed.

“We’ll figure out something for you,” Sage reassured him, choosing to return the favour of ignoring Edward as well.

“Hah! Can’t get a much stronger argument than that. Right, Waylon?” Edward rambled before getting Waylon’s attention. The Killer Croc looked over at the younger man solemnly.

“Yeah, Eddie?” He asked.

“I have a proposition for you.”

“Wha’?” Waylon asked.

“How’d you like to come on a little drive with me?” Edward asked. Now Sage was suspicious and wasn’t about to let it go.

“Where are you going?” They asked, their tone sharp. Edward was in too good a mood to register their aggression.

“Oh ho, that part’s a secret. Right now, the only detail I will impart is that it’s a long way to go.” Edward explained, before looking at Waylon, “Are you game?”

“What you need ol’ Waylon fo’?”

“You have… special skills.” Edward replied.

“I does?”

“Absolutely. Invaluable ones.”

“That like useless?”

“No, Waylon, that means that they can’t be replaced.” Sage explained sincerely. The croc man grinned.

“Heh. What you need my special skills fo’?” Waylon asked Edward.

“I’ll give you a hint - we’re going to find a friend.” Edward replied with an air of mystery to it all. Waylon’s brows furrowed as he thought about his words and Sage wondered who the friend in question was.

“Friend… friend…”

“The looming, sullen fellow? Perpetually unimpressed and glaring over his glasses like a disapproving librarian?” Edward elaborated with a smile.

“Jon boy?” Waylon asked, perking up instantly. Now that was curious, Sage thought. And they wondered yet again who Jon was.

“You got it.” Edward replied.

“Haven’t seen him aroun’. He got away?” Waylon inquired, sounding hopeful.

“I had to give him a shove in the right direction, but yes. The flight reflex that’s ingrained in people like us finally kicked in.” Edward explained.

“People like you?” Sage asked, eyes back on the Riddler yet again.

“I’m so happy the cops didn’t get ‘im.” Waylon said sincerely.

“It’s an example of conditioning, I suppose - the police sirens sound, and the criminals run for the hills.” Edward mused aloud.

“Weren’t his fault, neither. It was all because of that Bolton. Poor li’l Ikky…” Waylon mourned, and at this point Sage had finally put the pieces together of just who ‘Jon boy’ was. Their eyes widened yet again.

“The Scarecrow?!” Sage exclaimed, wondering if everybody here had lost their minds. “You guys are gonna go get the Scarecrow?!”

“Yes, absolutely. But–” Edward paused as he smiled and put a finger to his lips, “Shh. Just between us.”

“I love secrets! I won’t tell no one.” Waylon half-whispered, and Sage looked even more concerned.

“Waylon, you’re not actually considering going with this wan8daminat, are you?” They asked, hoping beyond all hopes that he’d say no.

“Well, yeah. Jon boy’s my friend, like you are. I gotta help my friends and Jon boy really needs our help.” Waylon explained, sounding sincere and wholehearted. Sage could feel their stomach drop at that, wondering just how Waylon had gotten involved with these bastards.

“Excellent.” Edward smiled.

“Wait.” Sage stopped them both as they met Edward’s gaze with a dangerous one. They didn’t trust Edward Nygma and they especially didn’t trust the man who went insane and killed half a dozen Arkham staff while on a rampage not even a few weeks ago. “If Waylon’s going, then so am I.”

“What?” Edward asked, obviously taken aback. Waylon however looked overjoyed.

“Really? You wanna go?” He asked, with a happy grin on his face. “You’ll get to meet Jon boy and–”

“Absolutely not!” Edward interrupted, “This is not a trip for just any ordinary Gothamite!”

Sage’s anger was brimming as they glared daggers at Edward for denying them. Waylon clearly noticed while Edward did not. “Uh… Eddie?”

“I will not allow you to come with us! I know nothing about you, and even if I did, you don’t look like you could do much of anything.” Edward insulted, still ranting. Sage was silent but Waylon was getting nervous and visibly so.

“Eddie…”

“Why come with us? Because you don’t trust Jon or I? Well, I guarantee that Waylon trusts us more than he trusts you–”

But before Edward could finish his sentence, a sudden pressure enveloped him as he froze. Sage’s eyes were wide with rage as they could feel the presence of Esga behind them, keeping Edward frozen and slowly applying more pressure to him. He met their gaze in horror and Sage’s eyes narrowed.

“I don’t trust you. And it’s for that reason that I will be coming. So… Do you want to finish that sentence?” They asked, voice darker. After a moment, Edward managed to shake his head and in that moment, Esga released him causing the man to fall to the ground. Waylon went to help him up as Sage watched.

“You didn’t have to go so hard on ‘im, Sage,” Waylon chided softly. Sage sighed as their anger slowly left their body and Esga retreated into the back of their mind.

“Sorry, Waylon. But I’m going whether Eddie likes it or not.” Sage replied. Once Edward was back on his feet, he shot them a small glare before he cleared his throat.

“Fine. You can come.” Edward surrendered and Sage felt a twinge of pleasure at seeing the man frustrated.

“When do we go?” Waylon asked, bringing back the topic of conversation back to what it was initially. Edward turned his attention back to Waylon and smiled.

“Meet me here at daybreak tomorrow. We have no time to waste, so we’ll need to start early.” He explained. Sage wondered why so early, but then again, if they were a supervillain on the run, they’d probably run as far away as possible.

“Aw, this is excitin’!” Waylon cheered, sounding absolutely thrilled, which did make Sage smile a bit.

“You betcha,” Edward remarked with a smile that looked genuine, “I’ll see you right here tomorrow – I have some arrangements to make. Bring any supplies you might need with you; it’s a long journey, and we’ll be gone for a few days.”

“Okay! Waylon and Sage’ll be here with our bells on.” Waylon said excited. However, Sage couldn’t help but wonder what exactly awaited them on this insane trip…

#asobakw kowa #waylon jones #edward nygma #rogues! the podcast #codotverse #one-shot #fanfiction #jonathan crane #cv!riddler #cv!edwardnygma #cv!killercroc #cv!jonathancrane #cv!sage #sage kowa

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gumballavocadoharry · 2 years

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Class begins:

Yn's knee bounced up and down unrestrained due to the immense pressure she had as she waited to be interviewed by the school she was dearly hoping to get into to. It wasn't a prestigious school, just a regular elementary with average little kids instead of the little snooty genius's that talked down to her as if she was some stupid little cat that didn't know it's tail from behind.

She didn't hate them, they were just kids. She loved kids. It was their parents that she couldn't stand. About how they always made excuses for their insubordinate supercilious little 'angels' in the most condescending tone and patronizing language as if she were in the wrong for pointing out an obvious flaw in their parenting.

Long story short, she left that school and had sent in a resume for another one. Idolridge elementary. It was perfect on paper and the internet, so she only hoped it would be just as good if she were to be hired.

"Yn?" The secretary called. Yn anxiously, yet externally confidently stood from her chair and walked to the office where the board of education was. Yn just prayed her meeting with them would go well. She had dressed to the point, and had all the necessary paperwork ready in her portfolio.

She took a deep breath and began her interview.

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Yn woke up to an email that was sent by the board of education. She had been officially hired and was praised for her exceptional accreditation in her skills as a competent educator. The first day on the job was nerve wracking for the young woman. She tiptoed quietly through the hall, as the superintendent was showing her around the school, starting with the cafeteria, the gym, the library, nurses office, principal's office and etc of all four floors.

Then the most anticipated part was being shown to her very own classroom that she could decorate however she saw fit. The superintendent gave her the keys before leaving her to her own devices. Starting next week, she would be the new kindergarten teacher. Summer break was coming to a halt and so that meant, there would be new kids, new parents and teachers, new and old who would be coming in as well. Her class was located on the second floor along with two other kindergarten classes.

Yn scanned the nameplate imprinted on the doors of the classrooms. Hers remained empty, but one next door to her said 'Ms. Monroe' and the other across from her said 'Mr. Styles.' That name interested her more than it should've. His name was so elegant, roll of the tongue kinda sounding. She liked the way it bounced excitement off her tongue every time she pronounced it. She grew curious as to what he looked like. Was he tall? Was he short? Was he a young body builder type twenty year old guy? Or some feeble old man that was either a kindhearted wise man, or a rigid bitter man who chafed at any excitement to life?

In a week her questions would be answered. In the meantime, yn had to go to the store and decorate her classroom in homey and comfortable setting to make her junior newcomers feel relaxed and at ease to learn new things that she was all to eager to show them.

At her old school, the other teachers had a very brash way of teaching the students which only added to their frustrations and as a result, none of the kids learned anything except how to be cocksure and impudent.

Yn skipped to her car happily as she was excited to start her new job as a teacher to her kindergarten class. She could barely wait to see all the fresh and sweet little 5 year old faces that would be entering her class. She was set to have 23 students so that meant, yn would have to pull a hefty amount to buy crayons and other school supplies just in case someone was without.

She drove off from the parking lot and went to the nearest store to collect the needed items for her classroom come Thursday morning.

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Yn had made sure to dress with civility, as she donned a sleeveless cardigan and tasteful skinny brown jean with wedged sandals. Her special touch was the bohemian fluttery blouse with a leaf necklace and matching dangling earrings and a bracelet. Yn tied her hair in a ponytail and dabbed on some lipstick with eye shadow before walking out the door with her book bag and driving to the school to greet the kids.

Yn took a deep breathe before walking into the school, this time packed with teachers and members of the PTA. She was greeted by some teachers and parents who had realized she was the new teacher that was being talked about among word around the school. Her cheeks blushed with pride as she had a jaunty presence with all the admiration she was receiving. Although she tried to swallow the thought, what if everyone thought it was because she had worked at a fancy private school and that she was somehow 'special' because of it?

Her gut became irrational at the thought, but she was determined not to let her personal fantasies influence her good start at school.

She walked into her lavender painted classroom that accented in black and white as a theme. The black rug with the clover print on it, the last minute posters she hung on the wall, the small tables and chairs that varied from blue, pink, purple and white, and the cute mini cubby holders that stored supplies and of course the kids backpacks and jackets.

On each desk, yn laid out a piece of candy each for her students as a pleasant surprise when they entered the room. Yn opened her door so once the bell rang, the kids would come pouring in. But as she glanced outside she couldn't help but notice the room across from hers was now open. Mr. Styles's class.

205 was his door, 203 was her's and 204 was across from her. Ms. Monroe looked to be in her 30's only a few years older than yn, with shoulder length ash colored blonde hair and ambitious icy blue eyes with red stained lipstick lips. She was very kind and seemed to have a patient demeanor with children which the young teacher admired. Her classroom was decorated in a beach theme which seemed to bring appreciation into yn's eyes.

She looked over towards Mr. Styles whose classroom was decorated with a big 'Time to be kind' wording on the top wall. His class had colors of mostly teal, pink and black with splashes of green and yellow. The chairs and desks were arranged neatly and yn could see big bags full of candy and other sugary sweets like cupcakes and cookies that he must've baked from home.

He had lots of encouraging posters on his wall and also had some goodie bags on the desks of his students. He walked into the classroom, enough for yn to get a glimpse of him which was more than enough to make her mouth drop open in awe at the young man with brunette curls, and verdant beddable green eyes.

His dimpled friendly smiled flashed at yn, as he was going into his classroom preparing for his class to enter. The lanky body was bent over, making sure the chairs were in tip-top shape so no accidents would happen on the first day. Yn could tell just by the way he interacted with the teachers and the parents, that he had some experience up his belt. He handled the ludicrous hard-nosed parents with tranquility and cogent.

The same applied for the teachers. Especially one I heard of...Ms. Grigg. She was a illiberal draconian dragon with a blonde bun that grey streaks ran through. Venom spilled from her tongue when she spoke to her third grade students. She was a very rigid with instructions and always demanded blind obedience from her miserable class. Of course, that was the last thing she received from them as they would often shoot spitballs or even throw papers openly in her classroom.

They couldn't care less about rules, let alone her's. But it was the gall she to be uppity to the other teachers and parents about their children or students, while her class was completely out of control due to the way she teaches them. Everyone shied away from her as she could be brutal with her words and actions.

Other teachers gossiped about her in the teacher's lounge about how her husband left her for someone else due to his not being able to tolerate the marriage anymore.

But it was only Yn's first day......

Anyway, yn continued setting up, while occasionally glancing at the cute next door neighbor that she became infatuated with at first glance despite how he barely noticed her. Yn kicked herself to stay focused. Today was about the kids, not yn's abortive love life.

8:00 struck....

The kids came in by the 10's. Some sniffles and cuddles, mostly from the parents...the kids greeted yn with hugs and happy faces from seeing the candy on their desks. Yn made goodie bags full of different candies, (an idea she got from Mr. Styles) and watched as the kids munched on their candies while the other kids came in until all 23 were in her class, sitting at their seats ready to learn.

Yn talked to the concerned parents, reassuring them of their safety and their sure education. Yn glanced over to see Mr. Styles reassuring worried parents, gently calming them down and making friends with the kids before going into class by giving high fives and hugs.

"We're gonna have some fun!" He said as the kids cheered in response. Yn smirked, cheeks burning red for some reason.

She introduced herself to the class before going around and asking her students their names, and then having a dance party to get things started on a fun note.

Most of the day, the kids spent coloring or eating cookies while practicing writing their names. During the bathroom break, Mr. Styles class was already waiting for some students who were still using the restroom. "Okay kids, two at a time." You said as a boy and a girl from the line went into the stalls. Yn couldn't help but look over at the well behaved kids standing patiently in line as they waited for their classmates.

"Your kids are so well behaved." She stated hoping to start a conversation. "Thank you very much. As are your's." The young teacher replied, smiling benignly. Flutters filled yn's heart as his eyes locked with hers. He noticed the crescent twinkle in her eyes that only sparkled when she looked at him. As much as yn wanted this teacher to notice her, she still wanted to keep professional for her kids.

Mr. Styles kids, finished up with their bathroom break and then left back to their classroom. Yn followed pursuit with her class after the bathroom break and continued on with her class until lunch.

"Alright guys, form a single file line and head towards the cafeteria." Yn instructed her students before leading them. She made sure the little ones got their lunches, whether packed or handed in the lunch line, before making their way to the cafeteria for lunch.

Yn escorted herself to the teacher's lounge with her packed lunch from home. A cheese sandwich with a fruit salad and some chips and to top it all off, a bottle of iced tea. Yn sat down at an empty table and started eating her lunch while looking at her phone.

Mr. Styles, Ms. Monroe and a few other teachers joined in, chatting away with each other. Yn kinda felt as if she were an outcast, the new kid that was vunrable to enemy attacks. But she didn't wanna see it as that. She was an adult, a 24 year old that was capable of fending for herself. Mr. Styles inadvertently took a seat next to yn. Her hands began to sweat and her heart began to race.

He pulled out a burrito wrap with a bunch of veggies to the side and a bottled water. Health nut yn thought as he neatly placed his napkin on his lap. Gosh it was getting hot in the teacher's lounge suddenly. Yn tried hard to concentrate on her phone, but it was so hard with the bountiful dapper an sitting next to her, elbow to elbow.

What was I thinking? Yn bluntly thought, shifting out of daydream gaze. You can't date a co-worker! She cleared her throat and continued eating her lunch, occasionally ricocheting at the door. Eventually her eye caught the same blonde bun and grey streaks teacher that popped her head in before snapping herself in as to amerce everyone in the room.

Ms. Grigg. The most hated teacher of all Idolridge elementary. She took a seat at a lone table and started eating some wheat crackers with her venomous prune juice. She met eyes with and scoffed before turning back to her lunch.

"You know, phones are usually not recommended during school hours." She said with a condescending hiss to her tone.

Neither are sod attitudes yn thought with grouse to her thoughts. She set her phone aside and continued eating. "It's okay she's new." Yn looked over to hear a sweet accent speak on her behalf. It was Mr. Styles who was up from his chair, making sure his protest was heard loud enough for the she-devil to hear. "Well..those are the rules." She barked back with a condescending voice.

"And not everyone knows them cretin." Yn heard the lad say under his frustrated breath. After he took his seat again, yn leaned over and thanked the young male teacher for speaking up. "No problem. You're new, you deserve a break," He finished his burrito.

"Pay no mind to her, she's just bitter." Yn nodded getting the message she was already aware of. Although despite the respectful converse Mr. Styles kept in the conversation, she realized he wasn't much older than her if at all. He looked to be in his twenties as well and yet was full of confidence to defend someone in need. Insecurity sparked inside of her as she wished she could find a voice and speak assertively for herself.

But instead, she suffocated the thought and continued through lunch.

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Yn finished through the school day, happily clapping for the students who were leaving their first day, and joining their ecstatic parents who were overjoyed to see them after spending the entire day without them. Or at least 6 hours. After all the kids were reunited with their families, yn took the liberty to clean up around her classroom and look through any work that needed to be done.

As she was finally locking up her classroom door, she saw Mr. Styles doing the same as he turned his key to the classroom door. He spotted yn and flashed her an easy smile. "Quitting time right?" He said carelessly. She giggled and agreed. "First day, it was fun." She said engaging in his amiable manner. He chuckled. "Been doing this for 3 years so far. This year's class has a lot of kids, 24 I believe,"

"That's one more student than my class," Yn said smiling deeply, showcasing her rosy cheeks and deep dimples. Mr. Styles seemed to take notice to this. "Wow, and it's your first day? You're a champ!" He said winking and giving her the thumbs up.

"Thank you." She said shyly. She gazed down at her portfolio not paying attention to where she was looking, and the abruptly bumping into a wall and spilling the papers everywhere. Her crimson cheeks became more pronounced as she was soon bending down, picking up the scattered papers.

"Here I got ya." Mr. Styles swooped in and helped yn put her papers back neatly into her folder. "Thank you so much." She said, blushing deeply having once again an awkward encounter with him like she did at lunchtime. "You're welcome, enjoy your day and I'll see you tomorrow." He said leaving after handing her the well organized he had taken the time to do.

"Thank you, you too." She smiled before seeing him turn around and leave. Yn stumbled out of the school and settled into her car, before seeing Mr. Styles gather into his blue chevy and drive away. Yn waited before pulling out of her parking space and driving away to her apartment.

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She settled herself inside and then finally letting her bulky bag drop from her shoulders and strapping off the sandals and laying herself on the couch.

She turned on her TV as she settled in before deciding that she was too tired to cook. She grabbed her cell phone and dialed for pizza delivery with a side salad and bread-sticks. Oh and let's not forget the bottle of wine she had stored away in her fridge.

Once her delivery had arrived, yn sat back thinking ardently about her students, her new job and....Mr. Styles.

She was excited about what was to come in the following day.

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Woeful Reckoning 2/5

Summary: Wednesday torments Vincent Thorpe with a little help.

Masterlist

Ao3

Notes: This had hallucinations, spiders, dead crows and a character basically having a breakdown. If these things trigger you, please take care.

xxx

Wednesday finally had everything together, everything she needed to start the torment of one Vincent Thorpe.

First, a tail on the man, so she called her uncle Fester.

"You have his schedule?" she asked him

"Of course, my little fly trap,"

"I want you to tail him, but wait for my signals, alright?"

"Of course, dear,"

"I mean it," It was always good to make sure with her uncle. He could be a little too eager sometimes.

"Yes, my deadly little protege. I will be completely at your command," said her uncle, a chuckle coming over the connection, "Oh, this is going to be so much fun, the two of us working together,"

Wednesday allowed herself a smile. She never could help it with her Uncle Fester.

"Goodbye, Uncle Fester," she said and hung up.

xxx

Vincent was sitting in his study, answering emails, when the lights flickered and then gave out.

"What the hell?" he said to himself.

Lights didn't just go out in places like the ones he resided in. He paid good money for everything to be in tip-top order.

Vincent waited for a minute or so to see if they would come on on their own. Nothing happened. He let out a frustrated sigh and got up. There wasn't any staff here since it wasn't on his larger residences. He'd have to check for himself what was happening.

Except, when he rounded the desk, the lights came on again.

Glad for his luck, he shrugged and sat down.

Probably just some small fault. He would check on it in the morning.

xxx

Second, Wednesday had to cut off his connection to information on his son.

"Remember, this should not get to Xavier," she told Enid and Biance, "That would ruin the whole plan,"

"But you do plan on telling him, right?" said Bianca

"Of course," she told them. Both girls raised their eyebrows at her. Fair. "I will tell him once I have given the man a bit of a breakdown,"

More eyebrow-raising. This time it was more amused than judgemental.

"You know he deserves it," she told them.

There was nothing either of them could say to that.

Vincent did deserve it.

"We'll be discreet," said Enid, "Well, as discreet as you can be while spreading gossip,"

xxx

Sean Orlav made his way across the quad, spotting a few of the 'secret' nightshade members having a whispered discussion. From the few bits he could hear, they were gossiping. He smiled. Some of the older vampires didn't like what the nightshades had become, but Sean didn't mind it. His version of the nightshades had done good work, but not everything had to be serious. These kids would have enough shit to deal with once they hit the world outside of these walls. What was the harm in letting them play secrets?

However, as he passed by them, another one of their comments made them stop.

"Speaking of the rich parents, have you heard about some of them paying people in the school?"

"What do you mean?"

Interested, Sean quickly ducked into an adjoining hall to listen.

"Well," that was Bianca, "Rumour has it that someone's been leaking information about the students for money. Apparently, it's so parents can keep an eye on their kid, but it's still creepy,"

"Oh yeah. Definitely. The principal should do something about it,"

Sean's heart sank. Had somebody found out? He wasn't being paid, and he was only talking to one parent, but rumours started somewhere.

"It has to be one of the vampires, right," Sean thought that it might be Ajax, "I mean, some of them are older and are around the younger students a lot,"

"Wow, that makes sense,"

The group started moving. Not wanting to give his location away, Sean also slipped away.

He had a phone call to make.

xxx

Vincent finally picked up the phone the third time it started going off in ten minutes.

"You know Sean," he said, impatience seeing through. "When someone doesn't pick up their phone, it usually means you should stop calling them,"

He had been dealing with his power flicking in and out all day and couldn't find the cause of it. It wasn't even in the whole house at the same time. If he didn't know better, he would have thought there were ghosts turning his lights on and off.

"I can't talk to you about Xavier anymore," said Sean, words coming out in a rush.

Vincent raised his eyebrows in surprise. What the hell?

"Sean, where is this coming from?"

"I just heard some students talking about someone getting paid to talk and give information about the kids to their parents and-"

Oh, he had to be kidding.

"Sean-

"-I'm worried somebody might have found out and-

"Ok, Sean-"

"I have worked way too hard to now be-"

"Enough, Sean!"

Vincent heard heavy breathing as Sean got himself under control.

"So you're telling me," said Vincent, pinching his nose, "that you're worried cause you heard some kids gossiping,"

"Well-"

"Sean," said Vincent, "It's just gossip. Probably just a coincidence,"

"Yeah, okay, but what if the rumours spread and they actually start investigating and-"

Vincent took a deep breath.

"Sean, please listen to me,"

Sean stopped again. Vincent let a few moments of silence pass.

"Are you listening, Sean?"

"Yes,"

"There is a 99% chance they are just rumours," Vincent told him, "And if they do ask you anything, we aren't doing anything wrong. You're an old friend. Teenagers are unpredictable, and I wanted someone I trust to keep an eye on my son. I ask you how he's doing, and you answer. It's not a crime. You aren't doing anything wrong,"

"Right," said Sean, "Right. But they're probably just rumours, right?"

"Of course, they're just rumours,"

"But if somebody else is doing it and they investigate-

"Sean," said Vincent, exasperated

"Right. Right," Sean took a deep breath, "Right. Thanks. I have to go now,"

"Bye, Sean,"

"Bye,"

Vincent threw the phone on his desk and leaned back in his chair. He was starting to think he had been infected with some curse. The day could not get any more annoying.

Just as the thought crossed his mong, the lights flickered and went out again. Vincent groaned and resisted the urge to throw something against the wall.

There was a knock at the door, and a dark head peaked in.

"The lights seem to be out in the whole house, Mr. Thorpe," said his normie assistant turned manager Jenna, "What would you like us to do?"

Vincent sighed. Might as well throw in the towel. He could work somewhere else for once. It wouldn't hurt too much.

"Go home. Tell Darius and Shameem that they can leave too. I'm going to the penthouse,"

"Are you sure you don't want one of us with you, sir? Just in case,"

Vincent smiled. Jenna, like his outcast manager, Darius, had been with him since the start of his career. They tended to worry.

"I'll be fine, Jenna," he told her, "I didn't always have you all running circles around me,"

Jenna smiled, "Whatever you say, sir,"

She turned around, closing the door behind him. He sat up to reach for the phone when the dizziness hit.

He only had a few seconds to situate himself back in the chair before the vision hit.

Vincent was sitting on his childhood bed. His father was leaning over him, trying to tuck him in.

"Just one more time, Papa?! Please!"

His father chuckled.

"Just one more time, son,"

The walls around him rippled, and colourful butterflies started to dance around him.

"Goodnight, son,"

"Goodnight, daddy,"

The vision ended, and Vincent was back in his study.

What the hell had that been? His visions were usually in response to a question or a situation he was wondering about. It was how he served his clients. Why was he being shown his childhood? The only thing he had been thinking about these days was the flickering lights.

He tried to think harder about it, but it only worsened his post-vision headache.

Oh, hell. It was probably nothing. Most likely an odd response to Sean's unexpected phone call. He might be one of the most capable psychics around, but the visions were never going to be an exact science. It had been a nice memory anyway.

Time to head to the penthouse. A strong drink while looking over the city would most likely fix his mood.

xxx

Sean Orlav was passing the empty choir room- well, the supposedly empty choir room- when his keen ears picked up the whispers of a student and the principal. He slowed down outside the room, leaning against the wall and listening in.

Despite Vincent's reassurances, Sean had to admit he had been on high alert, and this seemed suspicious.

"I wasn't sure if I should tell, but I am pretty sure that somebody has been leaking information for money. They're saying it's one of the older vampires,"

Sean bit his lip. Shit.

"Thank you for your concerns. I will, of course, look into these claims as swiftly as possible,"

Not needing to listen to any more of the conversation, Seam slipped away and went straight to his dorm room. There was another email waiting for him from Vincent, sent just a few minutes ago.

Good, he was probably available for a call.

The man picked up on the first ring.

"That was oddly quick. You never answer with a phone call,"

"They told the principal. There will be an investigation. Vincent, I can't do this anymore,"

"Sean-"

"No, Vincent. You are putting my future in danger by insisting on this," he pleaded.

"I made an investment in that future, Sean. I really don't think it's in jeopardy," There was a bite to the other man's tone now. He was getting angry.

"Don't you understand? I just can't risk it. I know this was a friendly little favour I did for you, but now it's becoming more than that, and I can't risk myself, Gina and Deeksha like that, even if you are supporting us financially.

"And if I cut off that support?"

Sean squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath. He couldn't believe it. Just like that, he was going to lose one of his biggest supporters, who he had thought, had also been one of his oldest friends.

"Then I guess you're not the man I thought you were," he bit out and hung up the phone, tossing it on the bed.

He lay down and wondered how he would break the news to his partners. They were going to be devastated.

If a few tears slipped out, he was the only one there to see it.

xxx

Bianca peeked out of the choir room and then nodded her head to the other people inside.

"Do you think it worked?" asked Enid

"Thing will know soon," she told them

The two new students looked at them hopefully.

"Did we do good?" asked the boy, "I've never shifted for so long before. Still new to the whole thing,"

"You both did great," she told them, smiling warmly but being mindful not to seem too friendly, "We shall have both your nightshade ceremonies later this week,"

The girls smiled happily and hugged the shell-shocked boy. They would have to work on self-confidence for that one. The girl, though, that one already showed potential.

Bianca was quite happy with her new recruits.

Both her and Enid's phones chirped. They shared a smile at the text. It seemed like Sean had taken the bait.

xxx

As soon as Vincent got off the phone, regret set in. He hadn't meant it. The last few days, nothing seemed to be going his way. The flickering seemed to have followed him around the place. The visions of his parents had become common, and while the memories were nice, they were quickly putting him in a depressed mood.

The lack of sleep was catching up to him. His three managers and assistants were starting to notice as well.

Call him back. Set it right.

The voice sounds like Emmaline. His son's beloved godmother. It was funny how years later, he would still hear her as a voice of reason.

Vincent redialed the number, and thankfully, Sean picked up

"What do you want, Vincent?" he asked harshly, "Thought I wasn't useful anymore,"

Vincent winced. Yeah, he deserved that.

"I'm sorry," he whispered into the receiver, "I shouldn't have said it. I didn't mean it. I want to help you succeed,"

"Then why did you say it?" Sean asked, "Cause that hurt, Vince,"

The vampires' voice was hoarse with tears, and Vincent was reminded that their slower aging did not merely apply to their physical bodies. There was a reason vampires took so long to settle in clans. Many of them got stuck in their 'twenties' era.

"I'm sorry, Sean. I really am," he said, "I snapped. It's been a weird few days,"

"Everything okay?" the vampire asked

Vincent's heart constricted.

You don't deserve the concern. Now that sounded like his previous guardian.

"Everything is fine," he told his friend, "Just the usual, you know,"

"You sure?"

"Sure," he said, "I'll let you go now. We'll look at places this break, okay?"

He could almost hear the smile in Sean's voice, "Okay!"

God, he was lucky Sean was so easily forgiving.

"Bye, Sean,"

"Bye,"

He turned off the call and leaned back in his chair. Well, that was one thing that would keep him awake at night.

A knock at the door drew his attention.

"Enter," he called out.

The room to the study opened, and one of the maids came in holding a package.

"This was left to you. Seems like fan mail,"

Vincent gestured for her to set it down in front of him. Once the parcel was placed, the maid left him to it. Vincent was intrigued. he wasn't usually the kind of celebrity that got fan mail. But the ones that came from normies were sent to the office where he took clients. Only outcasts and some normies that he knew personally would send something here.

He opened the package and nearly shrieked in terror.

It was a spider.

Sure, a fluffy plush spider. But still a spider. Body made of two black balls, eight durry legs and, to beady yes, nestled among some white fur.

It would be cute if Vincent weren't deathly afraid of spiders.

Using a pen, he carefully closed the flaps of the box, picked up the box with shaking hands and placed it in the lower drawer. He would get someone to move it later.

xxx

Third on Wednesday's list was scaring the man with presents. Which, if the picture of the spider plush was to go by, Uncle Fester had already started.

"Come on, Wednesday," Xavier called out, "We're ready,"

She looked up to see the group of classmates waiting on her. They were supposed to be finding a list of plants for their botany class today. The winning team got to pick the subject of their next project.

"We've been partnered again," said Xavier, giving her a bright smile. It was good to see him feeling like himself again.

"Just don't fall behind," she told him

He chuckled and saluted her, "Yes, ma'am,"

Wednesday rolled her eyes at his antics but let him fall in step with her anyway.

"By the way, I've worked up to keeping three birds synchronized," he told her, "Wanna see after classes,"

She thought about it. Why not? She told him that much.

He grinned again, "Great!"

xxx

Vincent had barely woken up when he felt himself falling into a vision.

His parents are on the floor. Blood splattered everywhere.

A weak whimpering sound. Xandra.

His little sister was still alive but also covered in blood. Barely hanging on.

"Xandra, come on, Alexandra, stay with me!"

His sister just coughs, and more blood comes out of her mouth.

Something shifts within the vision, and suddenly there's no one in his arms. It was a bit disorienting. The blood was gone, and so were the bodies. The place looked pristine, as if everything had been cleaned up with chemicals.

Something shifted behind him, and he turned to see a little boy standing behind him in the doorway, wearing a look too serious for his little face.

A very familiar little face.

"Xavier," he said. Instead of answering, the boy ran away from him, disappearing into the hallway.

At this point, the vision was now controlling him instead of the other way around. His parents' home had never been large, but in the visions, the hallways seemed to stretch on forever, taking his child further and further until he seemed to be swallowed by them.

"Xavier!"

Vincent comes out of the vision with a jerk, years of practice keeping the screams trapped in his throat.

What the hell had that been?

His hands were still shaking, so he clenched them together to stop them. A few deep breaths later, he felt ready enough to get up and go to the kitchen. There, to his immense relief, he found Darius pouring himself juice. The man was always good at talking to him after a bad vision.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Darius asked him, "Bad vision?"

"It was about Xavier,"

"Oh?" said Darius, setting down the juice. His eyes dark eyes searched him. Whatever he found there must have been upsetting because he pursed his lips and came around the island to take Vincent by the arm.

"Come. Sit down," His friend told him. Darius led him to the couch and handed him the glass of juice. "Drink up,"

Vincent took slow sips of the beverage, allowing the taste to bring him completely back to the present.

"Describe it to me," said Darius. Despite himself, Vincent smiled. Unlike his visions, his friend would always be predictable.

"It started in the house again..."

Darius listened intently as Vincent explained the particularities of what he had seen, his arm gradually making it around his back.

"Your parents did not die like that," said Darius, frowning

"No, they did not,"

"Neither did your sister,"

"No," said Vincent, "Which is why I said it was about Xavier. The others just seemed to be characters with similar faces. I mean, in real life, my sister didn't even make it past her first birthday,"

Darius pondered for a minute.

"Listen, I'm not an expert, but that does not sound like a complete vision. It sounded like an omen. You know you can't take it too literally,"

"I know," he muttered, "Also, Xavier was a small child. I'm pretty sure he was wearing the clothes he wore to Emmaline's funeral, which is another thing that does not make sense,"

Darius pursued his lips, "I see,"

"What," said Vincent, narrowing his eyes, "What is it?"

Darius shook his head, "Nothing important. Just wondering how you know it was the outfit from the funeral?"

Vincent still felt a little suspicious but let it slide. It was probably just the leftover feelings from the vision.

"He hasn't exactly attended a lot of funerals at that age, Darius,"

"Right," said his friend, "Listen, do you want me to cancel your-"

"Oh no," said Vincent, straightening up, "I'll quickly shower, grab a bagel and go,"

"Vin-"

"I have visions all the time, Darius,"

"Not about your son," he said, looking disapproving

Vincent shrugged, "It's fine. I can't cancel last minute. I have a reputation to keep,"

Darius sighed and held up his hands, looking resigned as he got up to finish breakfast. They'd had this argument many times before, and Vincent always came up on top. He didn't know why Darius still tried.

Still, the omen had shaken him a bit. Maybe he could ask Sean-

Shit. No, he couldn't.

He'd shoot Xavier a text as he went for his appointment. It was fine.

Vincent got up, shook off the last bit of anxiety leftover from the vision and went to get himself ready for the day.

Later, bagel in his hand as he sat in the car, he got a call from Shameem, telling him about some resources she had found for Vincent's current writing project.

In his excitement, he completely forgot about texting his son.

xxx

Vincent was running late. Vincent was running very, very late. He barely stuffed a muffin into his mouth and took off. Once he got to his car, he got another rude awakening.

His tires had been slashed.

Vincent groaned. Why? This was what he got for parking outside.

No matter, he would call another car and check the security cameras later.

Once the day was over, Vincent looked at the video feed and, to his dismay, could not figure out the perpetrator. The man was hooded and hunched and very visibly wearing gloves.

"No dice?" asked Jenna.

"None," answered Vincent, "I guess from now on, I'll have to be careful about where I park the car,"

"I'll be heading back then," said Jenna, "Anything else before I go?"

"You're good," he told her, "have yourself a good night,"

"Good night,"

After she had left, Vincent opened his emails and one he was at the end of his list, and he opened up one to Sean just from force of habit. He paused before he could type anything.

Right, he couldn't do that anymore. It was the end of the week, so it was when he should have asked Sean for an update, but that was out of the question. His mind went back to the omen he had gotten earlier in the week, and his palms started to sweat.

Maybe just one quick email or text. What could it hurt?

Don't do it, Vinnie. It's disrespectful. Emmaline again. He hated it when his consciousness took her voice.

Well, Sean was out of the question. What else could he do?

Vincent thought about it. He could text his son. They didn't do it a lot. They both lived in their own worlds, but a simple question wouldn't be too odd. Just a quick 'how are you, son' wouldn't be too alarming, right?

Deciding not to overthink it too much, he sent a quick text and headed off to sleep. Xavier would probably see it in the morning.

There was a notification waiting for him when he got back. A quick 'I'm good' and a thumbs up from Xavier.

Huh. It was after midnight. Shouldn't the boy be asleep by now?

Then again, he remembered his own days as a student. Late nights were common among teenagers, especially those in boarding school. It was fine.

xxx

Xavier stared at his phone screen to see if he would get anything back, but nothing. His dad had read his response and then left it at that.

Maybe he had just wanted a quick check-in. He had realized it had been too long since he had spoken to his son and wanted to assuage his guilt.

Finally, he shrugged and put the phone away. He knew his father. There was nothing more to expect. He took another look at the crow in front of him and sighed. A part of him wanted to abandon the project. Who knew if his father would appreciate it at all? However, a bigger part of him wanted to finish what he had committed to, not to mention his friends had all been very encouraging.

First, it had only been Wednesday and her blunt-to-point critiques and encouragement, but then, eventually, there had been Ajax, Bianca, Yoko and even Enid and Eugene. Ajax had even watched his four crows take flight with Wednesday the day before. He'd kept it from the rest of them. The amazement on Ajax's face had made him want to keep the others as much in the dark as he could. All they knew was that there would be flying crows.

He couldn't wait to see their faces.

Even if Vincent Thorpe didn't appreciate his son's birthday present, he knew his friends' reaction would be more than worthwhile.

xxx

Vincent Thorpe opened the package left on his desk to find something swallowed up wrapping tissue. Intrigued, he reached in and instantly regretted it. A sharp pain went up his finger as it was trapped in something hard. He quickly pulled out his hand to find a-

-a mouse trap. What. The. Fuck.

"What the fuck?" he shouted incredulously.

His receptionist poked her head in, "Everything okay, sir?"

She looked at the trap and then at his red face and quickly shut the door. A minute later, Jenna came in to see him trying to get the trap off his finger. She assessed the situation and grinned.

"At least it's not a fluffy spider," she said

"Haha," Vincent muttered sarcastically, "Help me get it off,"

Since Jenna wasn't the one currently wincing in pain, the process of it went much smoother.

"Should we be worried?" asked Jenna

"Don't," said Vincent, "It's probably just a prank,"

"A mouse trap?" said Jenna, "I don't know, Vincent. Sounds like more than just a prank,"

"Don't worry about it," he told her, Relaxing back in his chair as he massaged his finger, "Really. It's probably nothing to worry about. Now, am I still on for the interview tonight?"

"Yes, you are," said Jenna, "Just a few more, then we'll head back to New York. You have a client waiting there,"

"Wonderful," he told her, "Tell the assistants to get the car well in time and make sure someone stays with it. I don't want another slashed tires incident. There's been two already,"

Jenna frowned, "Don't you think it's becoming a pattern, Vince,"

"Jenna, leave it," he told her, "It's probably nothing,"

"But-"

"Jenna," he said, letting a little bit of warning seep into his tone. "Just the car, please,"

Jenna pursed his lips, "As you wish, Sir,"

Vincent sighed once she left the room. Sir. She only called him that when she was upset, resorting to being overly formal. Darius did the same, except he would refer to him as Mr. Thorpe.

No matter. He had a job to do. No amount of mouse traps or slashed tires was going to stop him. He had been doing this much too long to be cowed.

xxx

That night, he was going through a box of his new printed books when pain shot up from his hand to his arm. The pain was so blinding he couldn't help the shout that he let out, nor the tears that prickled at the back of his eyes.

Darius, it seemed, was still in the residence because he popped in as vincent started to try to get the trap off.

"Hey, I heard- oh wow, that one looks bigger,"

"That is because it's a rat trap," Vincent bit out, still trying to control his functions as he got assaulted by the pain, "Help me get it off. I think the finger is broken,"

Darius fiddled with the contraption, and finally, finally, it gave out. Vincent wrapped his finger in his other hand, trying to stave off the pain. It reminded him of the time Gomez had tripped him in the forest. The other boy had profusely apologized, but it hadn't fixed his broken ankle.

This was the same type of pain.

"I definitely think it's broken," he told Darius

"Hospital?" asked Darius

"Hospital," said Vincent

Later, after Vincent's fingers had been splinted and Darius had called their assistant, his friend threw himself on the couch beside him.

"Well, she says that she was sure the package came in intact. Maybe someone who carried it-"

"I carried it myself," said Vincent, "I found it open just outside my office. Some of the staff have permission to open certain packages. I figured one of them had opened and it but hadn't wanted to enter the office itself,"

Vincent's main residence was a massive townhouse in New york. There was also a penthouse and his residence in LA. Not to mention the office spaces he rented. His agent/manager Jenna, Darius, the publicist, any lawyers, security personnel, assistants and their assistants frequently travelled between residence and offices and had access to pretty much everything that wasn't his private office or study. It had never been a problem before. On the contrary, it created a great workflow for everybody. Most of them had been with them for a while and frequently worked out of both his residences and office spaces and appreciated the trust he had in them.

It seemed, though, they had finally found a con. Someone had obviously taken advantage of the lack of set people in one place and slipped inside to plant the trap.

"Well, shit," murmured Darius

"Get one of the assistants to check the sheet," he told Darius. The sheet in question was where everyone on his payroll put down where they had been and what they had been working on. "It will at least tell us who was here. Maybe someone saw something,"

"Vincent," said Darius, taking on a serious note, "Maybe it's time to contact the police. Slashed tires and traps so close together cannot be a coincidence, which means that this person is escalating. We need to contact the police,"

Vincent sighed, "I don't want to be stuck here, Darius,"

"Vincent-"

"All of this happened in LA," he said, "We're going back to New York the day after tomorrow. I'm sure it will die down once I get there. Whoever this is will lose interest,"

"Vincent-

"I'm not letting this ridiculousness interfere with what I do," he told Darius. His manager looked like he was about to argue. "It's final. I mean it!"

Maybe he put more force behind his words than necessary, but it made Darius back off, so he didn't regret it.

"Well, in that case," said Darius while standing up, "I'll see to the last of your itinerary,"

"Thank you, Darius,"

"Your Welcome, Mr. Thorpe," said Darius, quickly walking out before Vincent could say anything else.

Great. The dreaded Mr. Thorpe.

xxx

Vincent slowly walked to the front of his house, Jenna and Darius right behind him. After the last couple of weeks in LA, he was ready to collapse in bed and maybe just sleep in the next morning. As he trudged up, passing the around the bush his friend always made fun of him for, something clamped around his leg, making him shout in pain and fall over.

"What the hell," said Darius, rushing over, "What is- is that a bear trap?"

Sitting up, Vincent looked over. Sure enough, there was his leg, clamped inside a bear trap. A fucking bear trap. Darius knelt beside him, trying to keep him from moving too much.

"Go inside, Jen. Call 911,"

Jenna nodded and turned towards the house before stopping dead in her tracks.

"Uh, guys,"

Vincent followed her line of sight and froze. For the first time since this whole thing had started, he actually felt fear.

Waiting on his doorstep was a crow.

A dead crow.

xxx

Later, after the hospital and the bear trap and sending Jenna home with security, Vincent sat at him with two detectives. A small, round friendly Detective Bernard and the taller, more serious Detective Logan.

"So the person has caused bodily harm," said Logan, "Obviously, they mean business. Though I have to admit the escalation is a bit off. Bodily harm usually comes after threats. Any thoughts on that since you are the one being targeted?"

Vincent stayed silent until Darius nudged him. He explained as shortly as he could how it might have started in New York. The flickering lights, the spider plushie. "Harmless unless you know me,"

"A plush spider?"

"I'm an arachnophobe,"

"A severe arachnophobe," added Darius, "I wouldn't be surprised if this person tries to scare you to death with them,"

Vincent shuddered. Yeah, he'd rather be skewered to death.

The slashed tires in LA pointed to the knowledge of his parents dying of a tire blowout gone very wrong almost four decades ago, and the traps pointed to him having been watched very closely, especially the bear trap.

"I have a habit, my friends laugh at me for it, but I always make sure to step around the bush. Nobody else does that since it's off the path. That's where they put the trap,"

"And the crow?"

He once again explained as simply as he would about the manifestation of his abilities and how very few people knew about it, and those who wouldn't go around telling people.

If the detectives were skeptical, they didn't show it.

"Could it be someone from your circle?" asked Logan

Vincent smiled, "Oh, trust me, they would be much more direct,"

It wasn't even a lie. They were very few outcasts that would go to this trouble, and Vincent was pretty sure he hadn't pissed them off. The others-well- the others would show up with a knife and plunge it in his throat.

xxx

"I'm cancelling your appointments for the next few days," said Darius

Like hell.

"Absolutely not," growled Vincent

"Not a negotiation," said Darius

"Dar-"

Darius sighed and pinched his nose. "Vincent, did it occur to you that, at the moment, you have a splinted finger and a pretty pronounced limp and bandages? Your PR team cannot spin this to look good for the type of appointments you have in the next few days,"

Vincent quietened. The man had a point.

"This is why I keep you around, I suppose," he told his manager.

Darius snorted and shook his head. "You're going to be at the penthouse. We'll send some extra security. Work on whatever Shameed has collected for you,"

"Okay,"

It was only for a few days. He could still type.

xxx

Vincent and Darius went to pick up some of the notes Shameem had left in the office.

"Now remember, I am allowing you to take some phone calls but if you go against any of the rules I have made for your relaxing days, so help me god, I will siren song you into-"

"Alright. Alright," said Vincent, jiggling the door open, "I hear you,"

"Good," said Darius, turning the light on, "Because let me tell you-"

The man froze as he looked into the room. Vincent followed his line of sight to find another crow lying on his desk.

He sighed. By now, the fear of finding the crow on his doorstep had worn off. This time he was just annoyed.

"This one doesn't slow down, does he?"

Darius merely shook his head and took out his phone, most likely calling one of the detectives.

xxx

Vincent had thought that a few days of quiet would do him good. He should have known better. Sitting still never suited him. It made him too anxious to do anything.

By the second day, he felt like he was going out of his mind. The pain was starting to hit him full force and was not making things better.

The visions had started again. He had just had his fourth one in three and a half days. Every one of them involved Xavier as a child. He didn't understand. He hadn't been around the boy since the break. Why was he having the visions?

Maybe because of the stress of the whole situation?

God! He hated this!

On a whim, he picked up his phone. Looking for something to do that didn't involve working, he found himself scrolling through his text conversation with his son. It was pretty sparse.

Maybe a quick check-in would assuage his mind and stop these visions.

V: Hey, Kid. How're you doing? Any ideas for Cupid's Ball yet?

The valentines dance, usually held at the end of February, was another dance the school went all out for. Xavier would definitely be going.

The reply came a few minutes later.

X: I'm good. Going to wear maroon to the ball. How are you?

Vincent went to type, but the phone slipped because of his splint. He could just answer and stop texting, but he found that he wanted to keep talking to his son. Especially after the events of the last few days and especially after all the visions of him disappearing into halls and, on one memorable occasion, being swallowed up by a tree.

He typed the next message out more slowly.

V: I'm fine. Can I call you?

The answer was instantaneous.

X: Sure

xxx

Xavier stared at his phone. Why did his father want to call him? They were text people. They texted. And even then, only when necessary.

Was something wrong?

He didn't have too long to ponder because the phone started ringing.

Xavier picked up the phone and tried to make his voice as clear as possible.

"Hey, Dad,"

"Hey, Kid," said his father, "Sorry about that. My fingers aren't up to typing at the moment,"

"What do you mean 'aren't up to typing'?" he asked, "Everything okay?"

There was a small lull, and then, "Oh yeah, definitely. Just had a bit of an accident with a door, so now I have a splint. Darius has me out of the office for various reasons,"

"Ah," Xavier was glad that there was at least one sane person his father listened to.

"Anyway, I just wanted to check in about your powers quickly. Have the exercises you learned over break been working,"

Yeah, that made more sense. Once they had realized what was actually going on with his dreams, his dad had paid good money for a soul walker Shameem had picked out. The man had been able to give him a few strategies to return to his own head while asleep.

"Oh yeah, it's been going good. I still wander at night, but it's easier to come back, and there are no murders going on, so there is nothing too terrifying around. The scariest thing I witnessed was this guy planning his dance proposal. There was a lot of pink and a lot of glitters. I stayed longer than I probably should have,"

There was a small silence.

"Is it a bad thing that I kind of want to hear about that,"

Xavier chuckled.

"Well, there was a board, of course,"

"Of course," said his father

The conversation was better than he had expected it to be. Nothing about the usual-

"And how is the new therapist?"

There it was.

"She's good. I like her. Hopefully doesn't end up dead,"

"Well-" started his father and then interrupted himself, "Wait, Xavier, why am I hearing the wind in the background?"

"Uuuuh," said Xavier, "Cause I'm in the shed?" he said slowly

Another pause.

"Wasn't good sleep on the soul walker's to-do list. You have classes at eight in the morning, Xaiver,"

And that was his disapproving tone again. Though, Xavier found he didn't mind it so much. The conversation had been good so far, and didn't every normal parent tell their kid to go to sleep before-

"Holy Shit! It's almost midnight. How did I not get caught,"

"I feel like I should say language," said his father, chuckling, "Go to sleep, Kid and remember to keep doing those exercises,"

"Bye, Dad,"

"Good night,"

Xavier ended the call and stared at his phone, a smile spreading across his face.

A good conversation with his father was a nice surprise for sure.

He turned to the sketch of the crow. Maybe there was hope for his birthday gift after all.

xxx

At breakfast, Wednesday found Xavier in a good mood.

"Apparently, my dad's been kicked out of his office because of some accident. We talked since he had the time. It was nice,"

More than nice, it seemed. Though, with how absent Vincent usually was, a small, normal conversation probably seemed like a lot.

Wednesday pondered. Maybe there was some hope for Vincent 'the idiotic father' Thrope.

xxx

"Eugene," said Wednesday, sitting down next to the boy, "You can speak to bees, correct?"

"In a sense," he answered

"Does that extend to arachnids?"

Eugene shook his head but then smiled, "But I can put you in contact with someone who can. My cousin is a fan of yours,"

Wednesday smirked, "Lovely,"

xxx

Once Darius had lifted his ban, the first thing Vincent did was head back to his townhouse. He had missed the place.

"You know, most people would like a few days off," said Darius as they made their way to his study.

"Not me," said Vincent, "I like my work,"

"Don't I know it," said Darius, "Remember, it's Jenna's birthday in a couple of weeks,"

Vincent nodded as he opened the door, "She's already asked me to pay for a girl's trip with a couple of friends,"

"Right, but I thought we could-"

The phone beeped. Vincent picked it up, quickly reading the notification. It seemed he had a lot to catch up on.

"Are you listening?" asked Darius.

Vincent was startled out of his thought process, "Uh yeah-yeah, something about Jenna's birthday,"

Darius sighed, "I know better than to talk to you when you're like this. I'm heading out. We will discuss this later,"

Vincent waved him off. With another sigh, Darius was heading toward the door. Vincent heard the door open, but it didn't close. Looking up to see, he found his friend frozen in the doorway.

"What is it?" he asked, standing up.

"Um-well, I think this person really hates you," said Darius, eyes still fixed past the doorway, "And you should stay there. There are spiders,"

Vincent's heart nearly leaped into his throat. "Spiders?" he whispered.

"Spiders,"

Maybe it was a morbid fascination, but Vincent couldn't help but walk to stand just behind Darius. The sight in front of them made his heart beat faster, and sweat broke out all over his skin.

There was an enclosed ten-pocket tank of tarantulas sitting outside the door. Each one was in its own little habitat, crawling and creeping around the edges.

Vincent tried to speak, but nothing came out, so he swallowed and tried again.

"Close the door,"

Darius closed the door and turned to him.

"That wasn't there before," he said

"No, it wasn't," said Vincent

"Vinnie, somebody was waiting here,"

Vincent had no idea what to say to that.

xxx

"I'm going to call the principal," said Darius.

Once they had dealt with the detectives, Darius had driven back to the penthouse where Vincent was now sitting, nursing a drink in his hand.

"Probably a good idea,"

"You should tell Xavier yourself,"

"We are not telling Xaiver," Vincent insisted

"But-"

Vincent slammed the glass down.

"I said no, Darius,"

Darius straightened, "Fine. I will call the principal then. Please just stay here,"

Vincent snorted and leaned back. Where else was he going to go?

xxx

The next day, Vincent picked up the phone and reconnected with the client he was supposed to see the week before. Something about a hidden key their grandmother had left behind. It had been one of the easy ones, the grief and desperation making them all give off energies and emotions. Not to mention they were all outcasts, so there was no skepticism among them. He had already spent time around them and had some of their items. He would have to spend some more time among them, stay the night, and he would have his answer.

He was returning a call from them, discussing his previous visions of their grandmother, when Darius showed up unannounced. He did not seem happy.

"I think that will be all for today, Ms. Waller. One of the assistants will email you to schedule something,"

He turned to his friend after putting the receiver down. The man looked livid.

"Why am I hearing that you're going back to work for the Wallers,"

Vincent sighed, "Because it's my job, Darius,"

"Really, Vincent? Really? There's a stalker following you around. Shouldn't you be taking it easy, staying inside,"

"For how long, huh?" he said, "I'm not going to put my life on hold,"

"And what about the rest of us, hmm? Are we supposed just to sit here and worry about somebody following you around? You never take one of us to your client calls,"

Vincent waved a hand dismissively, "You know it messes up the energies,"

"Oh, and all this isn't?"

He stayed silent.

Darius let out a frustrated breath, "Please, Vincent, Please,"

Vincent looked at him. He didn't seem to be backing off.

"Fine," Vincent told him, "But I won't stop working on my research,"

"Of course," said Darius, "Soul walkers, right?"

Vincent looked away. "Yes,"

"Hmmm," said Darius, "Have you had any more visions of little Xavier,"

"A few," he lied. There had been more than a few.

"Have you called him?"

"The principal says everything there is fine,"

Darius gave him a look that said more than his words ever could. He was good at that.

Vincent relented, "Not since that day,"

"Right," said Darius, "Should I even bother?"

Vincent stayed silent. Darius left the room.

The ensuing quiet felt more than a little suffocating.

xxx

Vincent was reading through everything Shameem had put together about soul walkers when the lights on the apartment shut off. Cursing, he stood up, hoping against hope it was a normal power surge instead of whatever the fuck his stalker had going on. Turning on the flashlight, he carefully opened the door of his study, only to be pulled into a headlock.

Vincent struggled, but the assailant had the element of surprise. There was a prick in his neck and a cloth on his mouth. Once his limbs grew heavy, he was dropped to the floor. From the light outside, he could see a figure moving around with a humming sound coming from it.

As he passed out, his last thought was that the voice and figure seemed very familiar.

Vincent woke up disoriented, wondering why he was on the floor. As his head cleared, he instantly reached for his phone. The lights were back on, and the whole house was silent.

He saw the time. He could not have been out for more than 30 mins. He needed to call someone.

As he looked at his phone, he noticed something in the reflection.

Looking up, he nearly screamed. Right on top of him, there was a circle of dead crows just hanging from there downwards, beaks open towards him.

Vincent swallowed his screams and called Darius.

"I'm gonna need you to come here,"

xxx

Vincent stayed in the hotel room for a few days but insisted on returning home. The townhouse had been one of the first purchases he had made that had been something he wanted instead of something necessary or something just to get by.

He could never bring himself to stay away from it for long.

"And anyway, what does it matter where I stay? This person is going to come in anyway," said Vincent

"Vincent, you cannot tell me you're not a bit worried about it,"

Ha. What would worry get him?

"Just let me get to the stuff Shameem brought for me,"

Darius sighed, "Fine,"

xxx

There was a text from Xavier. Vincent should answer, but he was in the middle of reading an interview Shameem had conducted, so he ignored it.

A minute later, the phone rang. Vincent absentmindedly turned it on.

"Hey, son,"

"Oh, hi, dad," said Xavier, "I wanted to talk to you about next month,"

"Next month?"

"Next month, yeah, it's this semester's parent-teacher...

Vincent's eye was caught by a particularly interesting passage, and lost what was being said over the phone.

"-and, um-dad, are you listening?"

Vincent glanced back at the phone, "Right. Sorry, Kiddo, I'm just a little busy. Another time?"

A pause, and then, "Yeah, sure,"

If Xavier's voice sounded small, Vincent didn't notice.

Wednesday, who had been eavesdropping, definitely noticed. And she was not happy.

It was time up the game.

The last thing on her list was nightmares.

xxx

Vincent was walking through the forest when he felt a peck at his head. He touched his head and looked up in time to see a crow flying away. As he watched, the crow circled back and came right for him. As the bird got closer, it seemed to multiply until Vincent felt like a wall of crows was hitting him.

He was still drowning in a whirlwind of beaks and feathers when the sky split open and-

Vincent was sitting up in bed, breathing hard.

What the fuck had that been?

Vincent was very good at telling the difference between visions and nightmares, which had definitely been a nightmare.

God, this stalker was really screwing with his head.

xxx

"I just wish I knew what they wanted," said Vincent as they got ready for Jenna's birthday party. She was going to make a girl's trip with her close friends and then see her family, but everyone at the office had decided to have a little party for her with drinks, snacks and cake.

"Maybe they just hate your shows," said Darius, but his voice lacked the usual humour that would come with a statement like that.

"Haha," Vincent played along anyway, "Very funny,"

Once they got to the place, they paid their wishes to the birthday girl. Darius went over to talk to some of the guests while Vincent took a seat in the corner, not at all feeling up to his usual social self. Most of the people there were employees anyway. They would understand.

As Vicent sat with a drink, he felt the start of a vision coming. He set the glass down and leaned back.

Hopefully, Xavier didn't get swallowed by another tree in this one.

An ancient tree.

A box.

A bed.

And just like that, it was over.

A hint. Vincent had been putting away the thing for the Waller clients before coming here. Obviously, it had caused the vision.

The box and bed he had seen before, but the tree was new. He discreetly looked around for Darius. When he found his friend immersed in a conversation with Jena, he took out his notebook and slipped away.

After writing it down, he called Ms. Waller, explaining the vision and discussing the implications.

"The tree is the answer. I can feel it. Your grandmother was a witch. Was she not connected to the earth? An ancient tree would make a great hiding place, not to mention give wood. Look through her old pictures. See if you can find it,"

He clicked off the phone and turned around to go back into the party, only to find Darius watching him disappointedly.

"You lied to me," said Darius

Vincent winced, "No, it's not like that,"

"Sure," he said, "Let's go back in,"

"Dar-"

"Not now, Mr. Thorpe," said Darius, "We'll have this conversation after the party,"

His tone was so icy that Vincent had to shrink back. They both spent the rest of the night avoiding each other.

xxx

Vincent and Darius made their way up the townhouse steps in silence. There had been no words during the carr ide over either.

Vincent could not remember the last time he had seen his friend this upset, this cold around him. If he was being honest, it was scaring him a little.

"Darius-" he said as they got inside.

Darius held up a hand as he moved into the gallery. He hadn't taken off his shoes or his coat yet.

"How little do you think of me," asked Darius. "No, really," he said as Vincent stared incredulously, "All I asked is to leave the more psychic part of your job alone unit we least know what this person wants, but no, you decide to make a call during our friends birthday party,"

"I had a vision, Darius. I can't always control them. You know-"

"So write it down!" said Darius, "Write it down and ignore it, for God's sake! Instead, you made a phone call! After you said you would drop the work!"

"Darius, come on-"

"No! No, Vincent, you're an addict," he said, waving his hands in the air. By now, they had migrated inside, and Darius was taking advantage of the space to pace around.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Darius laughed coldly, "What do you think it means, huh? YOU. ARE. A. FUCKING. ADDICT. I mean, I can't even say workaholic. You've blown right past that. You're addicted to this"

"Darius-"

"No. No. No!" said Darius, "I told you I was worried, and you obviously didn't care enough to put the phone away for a birthday party. Don't even get me started on your son, Xavier! Your CHILD! You couldn't even make it to his jail cell,"

Now Vincent could feel himself getting angry too.

"I explained that to him,"

"And how long did it take him to believe you, hmm? Maybe he would have understood more if you didn't skip every opportunity to see him. You are so addicted to your powers and abilities that you can't even find the time to have a proper conversation with the boy,"

Darius took a deep breath.

"This needs to stop. You need fucking help, Vincent. Right after we get rid of this stalker of yours,"

Vincent laughed, the voice coming out hollow and cruel, "An addict, huh? Need help, huh? Need I remind you that this addiction is what pays for your annual vacations and the very expensive condo and vacation house you keep?"

Too far, Vinnie. Emmaline again.

Darius stopped and stared at him with wide eyes. Then he started laughing hysterically. In the back of his mind, Vincent noticed that they laughed the same when they were angry.

"You absolute asshole," said Darius, biting out every word. "You think I'm here because of the money I make, really?"

Vincent should say no, should apologize. Instead, he crossed his arms and stared.

"You know you are such an ass sometimes, Vincent. I am your friend. That's why I'm around, but God, you are a shitty person sometimes, not to mention a shitty dad. You wanna know why you keep seeing Xavier in his little funeral attire? Because that is probably one of the last times you paid proper attention to him. The day he almost died."

Darius shook his head. "Emmaline would be disgusted. Considering what you psychics and witches know about the afterlife, probably is disgusted,"

Vincent had had enough. "If I'm so horrible, why the fuck are you still here?"

Darius's shoulders slumped, all the fight going out of his stance. He smiled at Vincent sadly.

"That's a good question, Mr. Thorpe. Don't worry. After today, that changes. You can deal with all of this on your own from now on,"

The slam of the door echoed in Vincent's head for hours afterwards.

xxx

That night Vincent dreamed again.

The butterflies flew around him. He ran after them, fascinated by their impossible colours. Nature didn't create them. They only ever existed in his father's imagination.

"Not too fast, Buddy. You don't want to fall,"

"Okay, Papa,"

However, as he ran, it darkened around him. His father wasn't there anymore, and he was in his adult body again. The butterflies stopped in the air and started to morph.

Vincent screamed in terror as he recognized the shape those butterflies were taking.

Spiders. Giant spiders.

Vincent turned around and ran. Behind, he swore he could hear their legs scurrying as they went over the leaves to catch up with him.

His dread built as he ran, the woods narrowing until he could feel the spiders getting closer and closer and-

Vincent woke up in a sweat, heart pounding in his ears.

Great. Now, he was dreaming of spiders.

xxx

Still tired from the night before, Vincent nearly screamed in frustration as he felt himself falling into another vision. He plopped himself down at the breakfast table and then-

The first he noticed was Emmaline across the dark room, holding a little toddler Xavier. Vincent smiled and went over, except he hit a glass wall. He called out over and over again, but neither seemed to notice. He banged on the wall, but they didn't notice that either.

Just kept on giggling in their own little world.

Vincent came back from the vision feeling drained.

This was just getting ridiculous. He needed a distraction.

When has that ever worked, Vinnie?

He ignored Emmaline's voice in his head.

xxx

Vincent woke up to see a spider dangling over him. He screamed and swatted it away. He turned over and another spide and then another.

His whole bed was covered in spiders, crawling and creeping with their long legs.

He opened his mouth to scream but-

Vincent woke up to a scream trapped in his throat.

It seemed to be becoming a normal occurrence.

Vincent thought about the dream. He sometimes had visions in his sleep, so he had gotten very good at telling visions from dreams. This was definitely a dream, but something seemed almost deliberate about it like it was put there just for him.

Ugh, this whole stalker situation was going to drive him mad. There hadn't been anything since the day he'd been knocked out, but that didn't mean anything. These days if he wasn't working, he was waiting for something else to drop in. He had cancelled most of his appointments. The only clients he had at the moment were, thank god, the Wallers. He also worked on his research on soul walkers, having taken over some of Shameem's load as well.

God, maybe Darius had been right. Maybe he was an addict.

No. No, he would not think about that.

He would not think about Darius being gone. Or that fact that Jenna hadn't called. Or the fact that Xavier most likely-

Yeah, no. Not thinking about it.

xxx

Vincent woke up in a sweat, the nightmare still flashing behind his eyes.

Huge black legs, a large furry body, and blood-red beady eyes.

These nightmares were becoming coincidental, almost like-

-Like somebody put them there.

Shit.

Somebody was sending him nightmares.

This was more than just a simple stalker. Psychic madness was an actual ailment, and giving someone nightmares like that could mimic early symptoms. If other psychics thought that he had psychic madness, he could lose his whole livelihood.

Shit. Who hated him that much?

The only good thing was that this person was definitely inexperienced. Someone who knew what they were doing would not have been discovered so early into the game.

At least he knew there wouldn't be any more presents. The person had moved their torment to the dream world.

xxx

Xavier was in the shed when his phone rang. It was his dad, so he ignored it. His father ignored him, too. He figured he could return the favour.

Except the phone wouldn't stop ringing. After the second time, it went to voicemail. It pinged with a text.

Xavier begrudgingly checked it and frowned.

called me please it's urgent.

Huh. That did not sound or look like his father's usual way of texting.

He called back, and it was picked up at the first ring.

"Hey, Xavier," said his dad, "Listen, I need to talk to you about something urgent,"

"Uh-sure,"

His father quickly explained his stalker situation, leaving him shocked.

"So why did it suddenly become urgent? Has he hurt you?"

"Don't worry about that. I'm fine," said Vincent, "I told your principal about it a few weeks ago. You're safe there, but this person has taken to attacking from afar so just put on the amulets the principal gives you and be vigilant for anything weird in your dreams, okay?"

"Yeah," said Xaiver, "Okay. Are you sure you're okay, Dad?"

There was a pause. Vincent Thorpe never paused. It made Xavier nervous.

"I'll be alright, Kid," he said, "You take of yourself, okay?"

"Okay,"

"Bye,"

"Bye, Dad,"

Ending the call, Xavier stared at his phone for a few seconds and then started putting his things away.

He needed to talk to somebody.

xxx

Wednesday was sitting and eating with Bianca and Enid when Xavier came up to them, plopping down beside her.

"Hey, Xavier, what're you-oh wow, you do not look good!"

Enid's exclamation made Wednesday look up, and sure enough, the boy did look upset.

"What's wrong?" asked Bianca

"Apparently, my dad has a stalker,"

Both girls gave Wednesday a hard stare.

"He won't give me details, but I'm worried, you know. I mean, he can be a distant asshole, but he's still my dad and-"

The more Xavier talked, the harder the girls stared at her.

Wednesday sighed. She was definitely going to have to deal with them later.

After giving Xavier the right amount of platitudes and reassurances, they sent him off to see the principal. As soon as he was gone, Bianca and Enid rounded on her.

"Addams," said Biance, "What the hell have you done?"

Wednesday stayed silent.

"Roomie?" asked Enid, a bit of a warning in her tone.

Wednesday sighed and relented. "There might have been some traps and slashed tires,"

"And?" prompted Bianca

"Spiders and dead crows,"

Some more staring.

Wednesday huffed, "I've been sending him nightmares, alright?"

Both girls stared at her with wide eyes.

"I don't know whether to be disturbed or impressed," said Enid

"Both is probably the best option," said Bianca, "But Wednesday, it really wasn't supposed to worry, Xavier. This has gone too far if the notoriously distant Vincent Thorpe is looping his son in,"

"Or maybe it's going the right amount," said Wednesday

Bianca sighed, "Either way, you will have to tell Xavier eventually. Maybe do it before he panics too much.

"Give me two more days," said Wednesday, "Then we'll end this,"

xxx

The first time noticed the scuttling creature was when he was shaking hands with a grateful Ms. Waller. He had been right about the tree, and now he had some very grateful clients on his hand.

As he said his goodbyes, homemade pie in hand, he saw something move from the corner of his eye. It almost seemed like a daddy long legs. However, as he turned, it was gone.

Vincent shook off the uneasiness. He was in someone else's home. Spiders were pretty normal in many homes. He was just being paranoid because of the stalker.

As he drove back, he noticed something in the review mirror, something hanging, but when he looked again, there was nothing. Feeling even more uneasy,e he quickly turned the ignition and drove, not daring to look anywhere that wasn't the road.

A part of him knew he was being irrational, but there was nothing rational about phobias, especially when you had someone out to get you.

Once he got home, he put his coat and shoes away, looking at himself in the hall mirror. There seemed to be something in the reflection. A thread of-

There!

He turned around, but there was no dangling spider.

Vincent took a shuddering breath.

God, was he really going insane? Maybe the stalker actually wanted to give him psychic madness.

He went to his liquor cabinet and took out a bottle of his best stuff. He usually tried not to drink too much since it messed with visions, but god, he did not want to think straight at the moment.

So, for the first time since his teenage years, Vincent opened the bottle and started drinking without a glass.

This won't help, Vinnie.

He ignored the voice.

xxx

Vincent was sitting with his in the first, playing with butterflies. Xavier was laughing, happily pointing to the different colours.

Suddenly there was a deafening crack of thunder, followed by blinding lightning. Once Vincent could see again, his son was gone. He frantically looked around and found him standing behind him, wearing his Nevermore uniform. His complexion was plate, his hair limp, and his eyes seemed to be vacantly staring ahead. As Vincent watched in horror, a swarm of spiders started to climb him.

He wanted to go to his son, wanted to scream and cry, wanted to help him. But he was rooted to the spot words caught in his throat.

Vincent stood there and watched as the swarm of spiders swallowed his son whole.

xxx

This time Vicent couldn't have stopped the screams if he tried. And he didn't try.

"Devil in Hell," he muttered while sitting up. His torturer was getting creative.

Vincent had fallen asleep while drinking, so now he had a hangover to be content with. Bleary-eyed, he looked at the clock. Almost lights out at nevermore.

On impulse, he picked up the phone and sent a quick check-in text to Xavier.

His answer came in with a picture of dinner, meatloaf with a side that looked like -yup, mushed peas.

Miss. Addley must have been upset with the students. She was usually very good with feeding them things they actually liked.

Rubbing his face, he trudged to the bathroom. He had left his make-up on, so now his face felt all gritty. Taking it off would probably make him feel better. He could order a pizza after that. Be unhealthy for once.

Though with his current luck, the pizza guy would just try to murder him.

As he came to the mirror, he noticed a bump on his cheek. He poked at it. It seemed to poke back.

What. The. Fuck.

As he watched in the mirror, the pimple-like thing popped, and a small, thin leg popped out. He watched in fascination and horror as another leg popped out, parting his skin more.

A spider was coming out of his skin.

His heart was beating hard enough to run through his entire body, he was becoming covered in sweats, only short breaths making it through his lungs.

A spider was crawling out of his fucking skin. He could see the horrible image though it didn't feel-

He couldn't feel it.

Remember what you learned.

That was his great-grandmother's voice. Elizabeth had been his ancestral guide. He still heard her sometimes. Everything he had learned about psychic attacks came through his mind, and he hastily covered the area the spider was coming from. He couldn't feel anything there.

A week illusion. A beginner's illusion.

Which meant-

He hit the lights and instantly looked at the corners. He spotted the figure right beside the towel rack. It only remained there for a few seconds and was mostly obscure but enough for Vincent to discern a few things.

It seemed his tormentor was a short woman.

xxx

Vincent put together everything he knew about his tormentor together. The flickering lights, the intimate knowledge about his fears and his non-relationship with his son, great breaking and entering skills.

God, that almost sounded like a-

Oh shit.

Oh shit. Oh shit.

The timing of the psychic attacks coincided with Nevermore's out-of-class times. The person had not hurt his son. They were obviously powerful but young.

God Fucking Shit.

Vincent had a hell of a night in front of him.

xxx

Vincent woke to an itch along his skin. He sat up and looked at his arms to find them rippling and bubbling. Ths skin started to tear, and out came huge tarantula legs. Vincent started to scratch at his arms.

He knew it was a hallucination, but his rational mind refused to cooperate. All he could feel was horror. He scratched away until blood was on his nails, but the spiders kept coming out of his skin.

Remember. You prepared. Elizabeth again.

Right. Right. He had prepared. He knew who he was looking for.

He closed his eyes and ignored the faint itching.

If an actual tarantula were coming out of his skin, it would be much more than faint itching.

Vincent carefully gathered all his mental strength and reached out.

xxx

One minute, Wednesday had been enjoying watching Vincent break apart over the fake tarantula. The next, her hallucination was trapping her in place.

As Vincent began ignoring the attack, Wednesday would feel her power being drained. There was a huge surge of power, and then something pulled her. Being dragged forward, Wednesday could only sigh. She had been found out.

It seemed she wouldn't get her two days after all.

xxx

Vincent's surroundings rippled, and he found himself standing within a huge blue otherworldly space.

His personification of the dream world. In front of him stood his unwanted guest.

White and Black clothes, long braids and a dead-eyed stare. Exactly as she looked in Xavier's paintings.

Vincent would have been ashamed of being bested by one so young if he hadn't known the power that lay in her blood. As it was, he found himself impressed.

She spoke first.

"Greetings, Mr. Thorpe,"

Vincent couldn't help his smile. She was such a good mix of her father and mother.

"Greetings, Miss. Addams"

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