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[marshmallow-biscuit-blog]

As I understand it, tea is literally almost everyone’s mother XD

Kinda, despite being one of the mid to youngest. (At least I assume this was meant to be sent to @xvi-cup-parents)

[nerflufser]

Oughthhfhghsdjdfhdf have I told you guys I’m in the cuphead parent au?

@xvi-cup-parents :33

(The one on the far left is my oc lemon leach :DD)

[charliesaidiot]

So I decided to finally post about my cupparents for @xvi-cup-parents AU.

I guess I'ma just start with this one?

[boltupbitches]

Sliding in the DMs Part XVI

“Well… looks like we gotta face the music.” Arty mused, watching the scenery pass by on their drive from the airport to Joey’s place in Costa Mesa.

Joey just made a sound of acknowledgment and stayed quiet. His favorite Tame Impala album played lowly in the background as he kept his eyes on the road. His eyebrows were furrowed together, obviously from the stress of their marriage leaking and his family’s negative reaction to the news - mostly his father’s reaction.

Arty was exhausted too. Athena was still troubled with her but respected Arty’s wish to talk in person after the honeymoon. There was still no word yet from her parents. She was sure her mom would reach out at this most inopportune time for Arty. That’s how she rolled.

Being back in the US seemed to only magnify the amount of texts and voicemails Arty got. She kept her phone on silent and didn’t post a thing on social media during their honeymoon. After talking to her grandparents and texting Athena back, she got it out only to take pictures of the beautiful landscapes of Saint Barts, but that’s where it ended.

They tried their best to capitalize on what was left of their honeymoon, spending time lounging in the sun, swimming in the ocean, shopping, going out on a rental boat, collecting seashells, and exploring as much of the beautiful island as they could.

She was exhausted now, however, as she knew there was a shit storm coming their way whether they were ready to face it or not. And that shitstorm was Joey’s family.

Pulling into the driveway of his Costa Mesa home, Joey noticed right away the two rental cars parked in his driveway and immediately let out an aggravated, “fuck!”

Arty didn’t even flinch because she was too busy staring at the vehicles with a blank face.

Looks like it was time to face the storm head-on, then. No prep time at all.

Joey laid his head against the wheel before looking up again. He stared at Arty with tired eyes, his frown lines more pronounced and his brows furrowed in frustration.

Arty forced a smile and reached over to grip his hand on the steering wheel. He turned his hand over to grip hers and lifted it to press a kiss against the top of her hand. “We’re going to be ok,” She reassured gently. “Whatever happens, happen. Just know I’m here for you through it all and no one is going to chase me away from you, Joey. I love you.”

He smiled back at her for her words and leaned in to press a deep kiss to her lips, using his free hand to cup her cheek.

He pulled back and smiled at her once more, nerves still showed in his eyes, but he was also calmer now. “I love you too.”

He turned his eyes back to his house, seeing his brother, Nick, peek through the curtain at them blatantly with unimpressed eyes.

“What’s that fucking idiot staring at?” Joey grumbled as he glared back at his younger brother. “He better not say shit to me given what he’s been sneaking around doing.”

Arty laughed at that, “Well, I’m sure he’s probably here to support you, Joey. That or he upset my sister and he’s here for help. Our situation might be a cover for his romance issues.”

“Of course. Gonna sit back and let me get dog-piled on until he gets a moment alone to ask for relationship help. Like usual.” Joey rolled his eyes and stared at an amused Arty. “He bothered the shit out of me to help him with his ex, Jenna. As if I, a single man at the time, would be able to fix that train accident waiting to happen. Anyway, let’s get in there and get this over with. The sooner this is over, the sooner I can kick them all out and we can get some sleep.”

Arty nodded and exited the car with him.

Nick opened the door and stared at them with disapproving eyes. “Way to run off after getting married and leaving me to get grilled by every-fucking-person you know, Joey!”

“Shut up or get the fuck out, Nicky. I am about to get my ass grilled in there. So either stand aside and shut up, or go back to whatever hotel you have your ass staying at.” Joey said lowly.

Nick glared back. “Well fuck it.. Welcome back I guess.” He held his hand out for a shake and Joey instead pulled him into a hug, smacking his back roughly. Nick laughed at that and hugged him back. “Congrats, bro.”

They let go of one another and backed up. Nick lifted his eyes to his new sister-in-law and smiled. “Congratulations, Arty. Sorry that the last time we spoke it wasn’t on good terms.” He offered her a hug as well.

Arty grinned at him and accepted the hug, mimicking Joey’s action of tapping him hard on the back. “No problem, Nick. Just as I know you’d never want anything to happen to Joey, please know I’m always looking out for my little sister.” She said seriously as they backed up. “I gotta call her later today. How is she?”

Nick slumped slightly, a sad look taking over. “I don’t know she hasn’t spoken to me all week since the news of the wedding broke headlines. She still thinks I knew about this whole thing in advance and she’s hurt about it. Could… could you talk with her and clear this up? Cause goddamn it sucks to be iced out like this.” He rubbed his neck nervously, looking down before looking back up at Arty with a pleading look.

“And there it is,” Joey mused with a smirk as Arty grinned back at her husband. “Nick needs us to clear his name to get back in his lady’s arms.”

“Listen -” Nick started to say in his defense.

“Josephy Anthony Bosa get your ass in here!” His father’s voice boomed from the end of the hallway.

All three stared into the house, seeing a pissed-off John Bosa staring back. “Thanks for the welcome back, dad.” Joey shot him a patronizing smile.

Cheryl appeared in the hallway, a frustrated look on her face. “Can you not be a fucking asshole for two minutes, John? Just two? We are here for an intervention, not a fight.”

“An intervention?” Joey laughed at that. “A fucking intervention?” He ran his hand through his hair. “For what? Falling in love? Being happy? You do interventions for people spiraling, not when they’re doing something positive in their goddamn life!” He spat, already losing his temper from the shit-storm the last few days.

“Positive?” John smirked, “What’s so goddamn fucking positive about marrying the first skank you had a date with in LA?”

Joey moved to charge at him when Nick quickly reached out and wrapped his arms around his brother tightly, holding him back. “Call her that again, call my wife that again! You don’t know fucking shit about her or even me these days! We’ve been together for almost a year. Tell me, how long after dating mom did you knock her up with me without marrying her until I was 6, dad? Huh?”

“Don’t bring up shit you don’t understand Joey.” His dad dismissed. “Your mom and I both had money. Who is to say that she isn’t with you for the money?”

“Well maybe if you were more present in my life outside of football you would have met her already and learned that her parents are billionaires!” Joey argued back.

His parents stared at him in shock, taking a moment to glance at a nervous Arty who was standing back and out of the way.

“Doesn’t change anything.” John broke out of his thoughts first. “You wanna run off and play house, not focus on your game, ice your family out, and even your friends. How can you be so goddamn selfish all the time? The first pretty girl that gives you attention and you jump like a dog, Joseph. Love doesn’t win games or Super Bowl rings.”

“You would know, right?” Joey countered. “Because you were a master at both. Being a player and a family man, right?”

John said nothing.

“Since we are having an intervention about me and how disgraceful I am for finally putting my happiness first, let’s talk about the root of my goddamn problems. You, Dad. It’s you! You’re such an expert player but you were a draft bust even before fucking your legs up. You were just as much a shit dad because as soon as mom broke it off with you for cheating so many goddamn times, you were in and out of relationships with women that squandered your money. Then you burned investors in a nightclub and a gym Uncle Eric helped you build. You’ve capitalized off of connections more than anyone else I know. Maybe it’s you who was a broke ass that latched on to mom for money and connections 'cause we all know you wouldn’t be able to do shit without her connections.” Joey ranted, still being held firmly by Nick who was frowning heavily at the situation.

“You are a no-good, disrespectful fucking prick, Joseph. You’re so ungrateful for everything we have sacrificed for you. Your mother and I didn’t work out -”

“Because you are a quitter who didn’t want to try. You quit on our family and only came around when it was convenient. That’s the truth. If it wasn’t football, you weren’t interested. It’s always been on your terms. Funny that when you were selfish and put yourself first every single time, we were collateral. Your wife and kids! Yet, I meet the love of my life and we marry and suddenly it’s the worst thing in the world.” He paused to look at his mom and dad. “Newsflash: I love my wife. I love Artemis. She’s been through so much with me and I’ve never once felt like a failure when I’m with her. Even when I almost screwed our relationship up earlier on. She’s the best goddamn thing that’s happened to me and I won’t let you try to ruin that. Never.”

“So you’ll pick her over your family?” John asked in disbelief.

“I am picking to stand by my wife. Why is that considered picking her over you guys? Why do you want me to choose? If you seriously loved and cared about me like you say you do, you’d support me and my wife. I don’t see it as choosing one over another. I see it as if you’re upset and don’t want to support me - us, then there’s nothing I can do.”

Nick gently released his hold on his brother, stepping back, but keeping his hand on his brother’s shoulder.

“Well,” his dad rubbed his head, his face not impressed at all. “I guess then you know where I stand.” He walked past his sons and Artemis, not even giving her a look of acknowledgment. “Come talk to me when you’re done destroying your career.” He slammed the door shut after him.

They were all silent as they heard him fly out of the driveway in his rental.

“Joey…” His mother stepped forward. “He wasn’t supposed to react that way. I’m so sorry. It wasn’t my intention to come here and yell at you. I just wanted to talk.” She said to him gently, walking towards him and opening her arms to hug him.

He sighed loudly and accepted her hug, pressing his head into her shoulder as his shoulders started to shake.

Nick quietly approached and joined in on hugging the two as well, being sure to support his brother.

Arty stayed back, watching with tearful eyes as her husband cried in the arms of the only family that was currently supportive of him without prejudice.

She could tell his mom and brother loved him dearly. She couldn’t figure out where his dad stood with his feelings given how much of an asshole he was just now to Joey and how she had heard him on the phone prior, as well as what Joey had shared about him. He was toxic – she knew that for sure. And he seemed the same manipulative and dismissive tactics her mother used. It was painfully familiar to hear those words thrown at her husband.

She wanted to intervene, but she knew Joey needed to let it out. He needed to stand up in that moment for himself, not just her. She knew he needed to feel like he reclaimed authority over himself once more, something his dad often tried to take from him and his brother.

That was so obvious for anyone unlucky enough to encounter an angry John Bosa. He was demeaning and cruel. Looking for weak points and doing his best to capitalize on them in that moment.

She was certain now, after meeting him, that she’d be ready for his antics next time.

There was no way in hell she was going to let John wreck his son’s marriage to her.

It would be a cold day in hell before that happened.

—--------

"So, you're the woman my son has been dating and is now married to?" Cheryl asked with an indiscernible tone. "While this isn't an ideal situation," she sighed and rubbed her temples, the glass of wine in front of her half-drank, "I'm glad to know Joey has been happy and not alone."

Both women were sitting on the patio chairs outside. Nick and Joey were speaking privately downstairs.

Cheryl was friendly to her, albeit reserved. They made polite chit-chat as Arty got them something to drink.

As soon as they settled outside, Arty knew Cheryl wanted to talk. Woman to woman.

“I am,” Arty confirmed. “I know this situation isn’t ideal… I don’t think Joey and I ever imagined a year ago that we’d be here today, but we are.” She took a sip of her wine.

Cheryl stayed quiet, letting her have the chance to finish speaking.

“It was never about hurting anyone by keeping it a secret. Neither of us asked the other to do so with our families. We were in a bubble of just the two of us for so long. Nick knew that we were seeing each other, but didn’t know the full extent. My sister, Athena, knew just as much as he did. Before we knew it, time had passed. We took a trip to Greece to see my maternal grandparents. I had no idea Joey was going to propose to me.” She stared out towards the oceanfront view they had. “And again, we ended up just not finding the right time to announce it to people. Except for our siblings, no one knew about us. So, introducing your partner who then becomes your fiance became intimidating. So again, it was put off.”

Arty was quiet once more. “We never did it intending to hurt anyone. I know the two of us, Joey and I, we both have personal circumstances surrounding family relationships. What happened with his dad this evening... I dealt with that with my mom. So, again, we leaned into each other and our habits of keeping things to ourselves.”

“Do you regret it?” Cheryl asked.

“Marrying him? No never.” Arty said firmly.

“No, not that, I mean, do you regret not sharing that you guys were dating and meeting each other’s families?” Cheryl sipped her wine, studying Arty’s expression.

“I don’t regret it,” Arty said. “Because living with regret and dwelling on what could have been won’t fix the situation at hand we currently have. I am sorry that it caused hurt for people. That was never our intention, but to regret how we got engaged and then married would be a lie. I like to believe things happen for a reason. Where we are now is where we are. We make do with the situation at hand.” Arty mused.

Cheryl nodded at that, taking in what Arty was saying. “I can respect that. Joey… he’s always been the child I worried the most about because of his heart. He wears it more openly. Even with how tall, strong, and serious he looks at times, you know like I do that he’s a gentle-hearted man most of the time. He loves wholeheartedly too. I was worried when I found out about all of this. Joey has gone through phases of being open with his emotions, then bottling them and hiding them away. At times it has made it hard to sit back and wait for him to express himself because he lets his self-doubts cloud him and drag him under.”

Arty was thinking of quite a few occasions where she had witnessed that first-hand. “I noticed that quite a few times too. He’s gotten better though, on leaning on me for support instead of hiding it away. We almost broke up before we even became official because he was afraid of facing what he was feeling. We’ve moved passed that now and he’s doing much better - at least with me.”

“I’m glad,” Cheryl said. “I think a lot of his reservation in sharing with me is that I’m his mom.. And maybe there’s an aspect of him wanting to be independent and not rely on me so much as an adult. I respect that. It’s how our mother-son relationship is. I’m glad that with you as his wife, he has felt comfortable in sharing with you and leaning on you for support.”

She sighed before continuing, “This was supposed to be a moment where we could get answers and talk. I regret inviting John along and giving him any benefit of the doubt that he could respectfully handle this without going straight into fighting with Joey. He still can’t be the adult in the room in any situation where he’s not in control.” She rolled her eyes at that. “I will always do my best to support my sons. Joey, he’s my firstborn, and just like with his brother, we share a unique bond that you’ll also someday feel when or if you have children. And while I am a little disappointed and hurt he didn’t feel like he could trust me enough to let me meet you sooner, I do trust his judgment and I am glad we can now get to know one another.” Cheryl smiled at her.

Arty smiled back, feeling relief seep over her at Cheryl’s willingness to build a relationship with her. “Thank you so much. Please know, Cheryl, that I would never do a thing to hurt Joey. Ever. I love him so much and I plan to for the rest of my life.”

Cheryl nodded at that, smiling once more at her. “A lifetime is a long time, but I believe that Joey’s found the one. Nick had mentioned to me how happy and relaxed Joey had been from the conversations they had. I noticed that too before all of this came to light. Like I said, I trust his judgment. He’s not the type to make rash decisions without feeling confident and strongly that it’ll work out. So,” Cheryl lifted her glass. “Welcome to the Bosa-Kumerow family. I’m so sorry our first meeting was us watching my ex-husband be an asshole. Just know that there will likely be more arguments to come. Lots of hotheads on both sides of the family. Just hold your own and don’t let anyone scare you off!”

“Welcome to the family!” Cheryl toasted to Arty.

They laughed and clanked glasses together, both taking a big drink of their wine.

“Glad to know you’re getting my wife wine drunk, mom.” Joey joked from the doorway.

Both turned and smiled at the man as he walked on out. “Well, I wanted her to feel more welcomed. I brought some wine if you want some, Joey.” His mom offered him.

“Nah, I’m good right now.” He took a seat next to Arty and leaned over to peck her cheek, making her giggle with his beard tickled her cheek. “Came out to join you guys. Nick’s on the phone, but should be out soon. I had to help him with a situation.”

“Is he ok?” Chery asked with concern, “I know he had some issue going on with how stressed he’s been.”

“Yeah, just a girl he was seeing was mad at him because he’s a dumbass. So I was helping him come up with an apology to get back on her good side.”

“Nick’s seeing someone?” Cheryl asked. “He didn’t say anything to me about it and he tells me everything.”

Joey turned towards a confused Arty, “It’s true. He’s a huge mama’s boy. Always been and always will be.”

“Joey.” Cheryl chided, but couldn’t help the grin that grew on her face.

“He is. It’s no secret. But yeah, that’s for him to share. I’m not in the mood for dealing with his whining if I share anymore.”

Cheryl rolled her eyes. “Fine, fine. I’ll get him to tell me later. Now,” She turned towards them. “Tell me where you went for your honeymoon.”

Arty started to share the details of what Joey and she arranged at last-minute notice. Joey stayed quiet mostly through it, just interjecting a few times to correct or confirm something. He was too busy staring at his wife as she excitedly pulled her phone out to show Cheryl the beautiful scenery she captured on her phone.

Joey loved how expressive she could be at times. She was silly and loved to have fun. She was more sociable than him, but could also be cool, calm, and collected when need be. She was entrancing to him and he knew others felt that way around her too. Artemis Bosa made him feel loved and she loved to show it. At that moment, he truly believed he was the luckiest man on Earth by getting to marry her. He couldn’t imagine his life now without her.

He was thankful he chose that day to slide in her DMs. Who could believe online gaming and social media would lead him to meet the love of his life?

[midorishinji]

Disappearance act - chapter III

Geto observed her more carefully, trying to decide whether she was being serious or not. — Killing non-sorcerers? — It's an option, but I don't take it seriously. Do you? — Yuki pressed him with a loaded question. Suguru Geto thought of them all — Shoko, Nanami, Haibara, Riko, Kuroi, his parents, Satoru — and his chest filled with an unbearable pain, but also an incredibly monumental love, so much that it felt like it would stretch and burst at the seams of his heart that could not contain it. He thought of his father again, reading him "Night on the Galactic Railroad" when he was young, and he thought of Satoru reading his own copy now during his leisure nights. He thought of Giovanni and Campanella, and of the Scorpio of the night sky, and of the nobility of sacrifice, of setting yourself on fire to warm the world.

Satosugu ｜Finalized｜Long fic｜Also being published in Portuguese and on AO3

Chapters: I - II - III - IV - V - VI - VII - VIII - IX - X - XI - XII - XIII - XIV - XV - XVI - XVII

Chapter III: it's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness

A day of work left until the break. Professor Yaga was surprised as to why two of his best students decided to take some time off at the same time, but he rather not question it: he knew they were both overloaded with missions, as everyone was, in fact; Shoko rarely went out into combat, her skill was too precious for her to risk it all in the field, and the younger students could not meet the ever-increasing demand for exorcisms on their own... Most of the burden still fell on the shoulders of Suguru and Satoru, even more so when it came to the most complex missions and the strongest spirits. He let them go, not only because he agreed they were tired, but because he knew there was something behind their sudden desire to rest.

Masamichi Yaga, from the beginning, suspected that the Time Vessel Association had not taken both Riko and Misato's bodies. Riko’s, well, it was possible: she was the target, and her corpse would prove that they had accomplished the mission; but Misato, what did they care about her? She was nothing more than a casualty, another life lost in a senseless war. That whole story was suspicious and weird, and he knew very well about Satoru Gojo's absurd propensity for getting into trouble and doing things his way. Despite this, he trusted Geto, who had always been the more correct of the two; he trusted that they had done the right thing.

The elders pressed him for answers, which he could not provide. And then the cult came forward saying that they had taken the bodies of the two victims. That didn't make sense, but it was enough to appease the elders' anger. Secretly, Yaga hoped that his two best students had not gone astray and were helping the Time Vessel Association. He hoped for this when he smelled burned paper on Geto's clothes one morning, after he burned the letter received by the cult. He dreamed of this when he saw Satoru return, happier, from a mission in Okinawa. He trusted that the respect and admiration with which the other students — Shoko, Nanami, Haibara — still treated them was because they would never be able to take two innocent lives.

The special vacation request was just the confirmation he needed. A small spy doll placed strategically on a shelf caught a phrase that didn't explain anything, although it was enough to fill him with relief: “they’re waiting for us, for Riko's birthday party”. Masamichi Yaga authorized their release.

At that moment, Shoko Ieiri and Suguru Geto were in the Jujutsu High library. Shoko had been studying for hours for her university entrance exams — she planned to continue studying, which would certainly improve her skills with the Reverse Cursed Technique — and her body was buried among dozens of books, papers, and coffee cups that were piling up higher and higher. Geto contributed to that Babylonian tower that was about to collapse by bringing her another cup of coffee, and placing it in front of her.

— You have no idea how difficult nephrology is... — Shoko muttered, annoyed — All those damn ions that need to enter and exit in the right place in the renal tubules, who cares? The Reverse Cursed Technique should handle this on its own, without needing me to know where to place each cell.

Geto still vaguely remembered his biology lessons, although nothing from nephrology, specifically. What he could offer now was coffee and a pleasant smile. — You’re studying a lot these days… You need to rest sometimes.

— Oh, don't worry, I will. I'm gonna pass the college entrance exam and from then on, I'm gonna cheat on every test, I just need a diploma. — Shoko replied, nonchalantly.

He suppressed a laugh, afraid to break the silence the environment demanded. — You're funny, Shoko. The worst part is that I know you're serious... Do you really need to know all this to heal people?

— If you want to do it the right way, you have to, or you'll end up putting all the organs on the wrong side, or when it comes to rebuilding someone's arm, you'll forget to put all the nerves in and leave a part unable to move or feel. — Shoko explained, between sips of her coffee — It's different from healing yourself. You know exactly where it hurts, and what's missing, as if the memory is in all of your cells, so it's not a conscious effort.

This made him thoughtful. — It must be great to be able to heal other people.

She shrugged. — Yeah, but it comes at a cost. When you swallow the spirits you’ve exorcised, you feel that too, don't you? The price.

The price to be paid was disgusting, harrowing, devouring each spirit was like eating a cloth used to clean someone else's vomit. The feeling never gets better, and it never goes away. Everything comes at a cost. — Yeah. — Suguru muttered.

— When I use the Reverse Cursed Technique, I am using the pain of the person who is injured to heal them. I need to take this pain, swallow it all as if it were mine. I need to feel it, or it doesn't work.

— Does it ever get better?

Shoko shook her head negatively. — No. You just get used to it. Before, healing a broken leg was difficult because I felt like it was my leg, my pain. Now I can do it because I feel the pain, but it's no longer the highest point on the scale for me, it doesn't matter anymore, there are worse things to feel, so I can ignore it. That's why healing a person when they're on the verge of death is so difficult... You need to bear what they're suffering and then some so you don't lose control.

— Every technique has its downside. — Geto agreed, kindly.

— I know. Satoru always has a headache because of his technique. It's as if his brain is trying to process information from a hundred realities at the same time, every second he has the technique activated. It's too much, even for him. Good thing he's learning how to use the Reverse Cursed Technique so he can do damage control when I'm not around, or he'd have, I don't know, a stroke before he's eighteen. — she said, finishing her coffee.

That's why he always eats sweets and energy drinks, to make his physical body cope with the information overload, that's what Geto thought. He had seen Satoru faint more times than he could count, but it had become rarer as time passed. Each of them bore their burden in silence.

Getting up from his chair, Geto smiled. — Tomorrow Satoru and I are going on vacation. Do you want something as a gift?

Shoko seemed to contemplate the possibilities for a second. — Um... Anything, as long as it's not sweet. Satoru does this on purpose, you know, he brings back a bunch of sweets saying they’re for me just because I don't eat them, and then he’ll eat them behind my back...

[cordeliaflyte]

Red Meat: Fragments of Stesichoros

By Anne Carson

I. GERYON

Geryon was a monster everything about him was red

Put his snout out of the covers in the morning it was red

How stiff the red landscape where his cattle scraped against

Their hobbles in the red wind

Burrowed himself down in the red dawn jelly of Geryon's

Dream 

Geryon's dream began red then slipped out of the vat and ran

Upsail broke silver shot up through his roots like a pup

Secret pup At the front end of another red day

II. MEANWHILE HE CAME

Across the salt knobs it was Him

Knew about the homegold

Had sighted red smoke above the red spires

III. GERYON'S PARENTS

If you persist in wearing your mask at the supper table

Well Goodnight Then they said and drove him up

Those hemorrhaging stairs to the hot dry Arms

To the ticking red taxi of the incubus

Don't want to go want to stay Downstairs and read

IV. GERYON'S DEATH BEGINS

Geryon walked the red length of his mind and answered No

It was murder And torn to see the cattle lay

All these darlings said Geryon And now me

V. GERYON'S REVERSIBLE DESTINY

His mother saw it mothers are like that

Trust me she said Engineer of his softness

You don't have to make up your mind right away

Behind her red right cheek Geryon could see

Coil of the hot plate starting to glow

VI. MEANWHILE IN HEAVEN

Athena was looking down through the floor

Of the glass-bottomed boat Athena pointed

Zeus looked Him

VII. GERYON'S WEEKEND

Later well later they left the bar went back to the centaur's

Place the centaur had a cup made out of a skull Holding three

Measures of wine Holding it he drank Come over here you can

Bring your drink if you're afraid to come alone The centaur

Patted the sofa beside him Reddish yellow small alive animal

Not a bee moved up Geryon's spine on the inside

VIII. GERYON'S FATHER

A quiet root may know how to holler He liked to

Suck words Here is an almighty one he would say

After days of standing in the doorway

NIGHTBOLLSNORTED

IX. GERYON'S WAR RECORD

Geryon lay on the ground covering his ears The sound

Of the horses like roses being burned alive

X. SCHOOLING

In those days the police were weak Family was strong

Hand in hand the first day Geryon'ş mother took him to

School She neatened his little red wings and pushed him

In through the door

XI. RIGHT

Are there many little boys who think they are a

Monster? But in my case I am right said Geryon to the

Dog they were sitting on the bluffs The dog regarded him

Joyfully

XII. WINGS

Steps off a scraped March sky and sinks

Up into the blind Atlantic morning One small

Red dog jumping across the beach miles below

Like a freed shadow

XIII. HERAKLES’ KILLING CLUB

Little red dog did not see it he felt it All

Events carry but one

XIV. HERAKLE'S ARROW

Arrow means kill It parted Geryon’s skull like a comb Made

The boy neck lean At an odd slow angle sideways as when a

Poppy shames itself in a whip of Nude breeze

XV. TOTAL THINGS KNOWN ABOUT GERYON

He loved lightning He lived on an island His mother was a

Nymph of a river that ran to the sea His father was a gold

Cutting tool Old scholia say that Stesichorus says that

Geryon had six hands and six feet and wings He was red and

His strange red cattle excited envy Herakles came and

Killed him for his cattle

The dog too

XVI. GERYON'S END

The red world And corresponding red breezes

Went on Geryon did not

[samieree]

Born in Flames || Game of Thrones

OC x ?😏

-> Chapter XVI ''Happy heart, broken heart''

Chapter XVII ''Meereen''

"Would you like to sit?" Oberyn offered to Lord Tywin.

He and Elaria were currently using Lord Baelish's brothel in the capital, but Lord Casterly Rock had to interrupt them. He came accompanied by guards and asked to talk, so he agreed, although he would rather do other things.

"No, thanks." Tywin replied as his guards left, leaving them alone in the brothel room. He would prefer another place, but at the same time he didn't want to postpone this conversation.

"Wine?" he suggested, getting off the bed and throwing a scarf over himself.

"No, thanks." Tywin repeated.

"I'm sorry about your grandson." with that, Oberyn went to pour himself some wine.

"Really?"

"I do not believe that children are responsible for the sins of their parents." he replied with some venom in his voice, although on the surface his tone was still polite, or even pleasant. "Or grandparents." he added, looking at Tywin once he had filled his cup. "A horrible way to die."

"What way?" in just two words he managed to make it clear that the younger prince of Dorne was on his list of suspects. Oberyn understood the accusation immediately.

"Are you interrogating me, Lord Tywin?"

"Some believe the king choked."

"Some people believe that the sky is blue because we live in the eye of the blue-eyed giant." Oberyn countered, sitting back on the bed."The king was poisoned." stated a fact that they both knew perfectly well.

"I heard you studied poisons at the Citadel."

Is he accusing me again?

"That's why I know."

"Everyone knows you hate my family." Tywin maintained the same tone throughout the entire conversation. "You come to the capital, you are an expert in poisons, a few days later my grandson dies."

"Suspicious." he admitted, looking into his wine glass for a moment. "Why haven't you thrown me into the dungeon yet?"

"You talked to Tyrion in that brothel the day you arrived. About what?"

Ah... He thinks we were conspiring together. It almost made me laugh.

"Do you think we were conspiring?" Oberyn asked bluntly. Tywin then repeated his question, so the prince stood up and walked over to Tywin, this time answering the question."My sister's death."

"Which you blame me for."

They were now facing each other and staring at each other. There had been tension in the room since Tywin had entered, but now it was beginning to build dangerously quickly.

"She was raped and killed by the Mountain. The Mountain takes orders from you. Of course I blame you." all these years, his hatred for Tywin and the Mountain has not left him, and probably never will, even when he takes revenge.

And he will do it, he does not believe in the justice of the Gods. If you want justice, you have to bring it yourself.

"I stand here unarmed, without guards. Should I be afraid?"

"You came because you know me. I am a reasonable person. If I cut your throat now, I'd probably be quartered tomorrow."

"In war, people commit various crimes without their superior's knowledge."

"You also didn't know that Visenya belongs to my family and after her mother's death she should go to Dorne, under our protection?"

Tywin didn't comment on it in any way because he didn't have the ability to. Oberyn was right, but he would never admit it, and those days he could afford not to follow generally accepted rules, after all, after the war, he was a big winner and his daughter was the Queen.

"You also deny that you had any involvement in Elia's murder?"the prince asked another question.

"Categorically." this time Tywin replied.

They looked at each other in silence for a long moment, and Oberyn seemed to be assessing whether Tywin might actually be telling the truth. His eyes didn't answer his question and as the tension reached its peak, he turned around and went back to sit on the bed.

"I'd like to talk with the Mountain." he said, his back turned to the Lord.

"He'd definitely enjoy speaking with you."

"He might not enjoy this as much as he thinks he would." he reached for a grape from the fruit basket and ate it, looking significantly at Tywin. His intentions for the Mountain were obvious.

"I could arrange such a meeting." with that, Tywin finally moved from his seat, walking to the other side of the room.

"But you want something in return."

"There will be a trial for my son. Tradition dictates that he should be judged by three judges. The first will be me, the second will be Mace Tyrell. I wish you were the third."

He had to admit, he was surprised that this was what Lord Tywin wanted from him. It didn't seem like he wanted much from him, so there had to be a catch...

"Why?"

"Not so long ago the Tyrells allied with Renly Baratheon. They declared themselves enemies of the Crown. Now they are our strongest allies." Oberyn kept looking at him, wondering what he was getting at.

"Well, you made a Tyrell girl the Queen." he interjected. "Judging your son is much less of a temptation." he stood up and reached for his goblet with wine.

"I will also invite you to sit on the Small Council, to serve the new king with your knowledge."

Now there's definitely a catch to it.

"I didn't know you held Dorne in such high esteem, Lord Tywin." said the prince sarcastically.

"Without Dorne there are no Seven Kingdoms."

"Not without the North also, and somehow you can't extinguish the last spark of rebellion." he couldn't help but use this moment to cut him off.

"The Greyjoys are rebelling too. The Wildling army is marching on the Wall, and in the east, a Targaryen girl has four dragons, more than Aegon had when he conquered Westeros." he said all this, walking slowly past Oberyn. "I'm sure she'll set her eyes on Westeros soon. Only the Dornishmen were able to resist Aegon Targaryen and his dragons."

"Are you saying you need us? It's probably hard to admit..." Oberyn replied with a smirk on his face. "Why exactly would we fight against Visenya? She is my and Dorian's niece."

In fact, he had already heard about it at the court, and a smile quickly spread across his face as he thought about what would happen if Visenya came to Westeros soon. Moreover, he was proud of her. He remembered her as a girl who lived in fear of Tywin Lannister and preferred to submit. And now he heard of her as a strong woman who led an army loyal to her.

She may have inherited her looks completely from her father, but there was a large part of the Martell soul in her.

"Dorne hasn't gotten much good out of associating with the Targaryens."

"She's blood of my blood." he replied quickly. "In Dorne we don't murder mothers and children as a sign of loyalty."

"I offer you to bring justice to Elia's murderer, if you will help me bring justice to the king's." Tywin offered openly, no longer trying to turn Oberyn against his niece. He stuck out his hand towards him, waiting for him to accept the deal.

Speaking of Visenya, she has just arrived before the walls of Meereen. She could already see the huge pyramids from a distance, but the closer she got, the more impressive they were. Seeing the army, people looked out from behind the walls with interest, but rather without fear. They apparently believed that Meereen could not be conquered.

She got off her horse and wanted to get a little closer so she could speak to these people, but suddenly she saw the huge city gate opening.

"Lonely rider?" she asked, seeing only one man on a horse. She would have expected an attack, not something... like this.

"A champion of Meereen." Ser Arthur explained to her, standing next to her. "You are to send your own to face him."

"What is he actually doing?" she frowned, watching the man first show off on the horse, then dismount, shout something and unbutton his pants, to which she immediately looked away and sighed heavily. She was not at all entertained by it like all those great Lords in Meereen.

"He says we're an army of men without... man parts. And you are not a woman, but a man who... Who hides his cock in his own asshole." Missandei's translation was not without some stutters.

"He should be silenced for saying such things." she replied. "Especially since he won't let me speak."

"Rual nyke bisa rigle, ñuha dāria. Kesan daor dissapōs ao, ivestragī nyke ossēnagon bisa vala syt a." said Grey Worm, offering himself for the task.

*"Do me the honor, my Queen. I will not let you down, let me kill this man for you."*

"Ao sagon se udrāzmio hen dovaogēdy, kesan daor risk ojūdan ao." she replied, with a delicate smile on her lips.

*"You are the commander of the Unsullied, I won't risk losing you."*

"I will do it. They say I'm the best knight in the Seven Kingdoms, I've killed a lot of people, I'll kill this one too." Ser Arthur caught her attention.

"I'm not going to gamble with your life." she answered briefly and decisively, then looked at Ser Barristan and spoke again when she saw that he wanted to say something. "Don't even begin."

"So I'll fight." Daario interjected, coming closer. "I don't command the Unsullied, I'm not dear to you, I'm not even a knight, my mother was a whore. I came from nothing and I will eventually return to it one way or another. But let me kill him for you."

For a moment - when he said that he was not dear to her - it occurred to her that this was not the truth, his life was not worthless and she would not want to watch him die. She even liked his courtships, her girlish heart was finally showing itself. But did she have a better choice? No.

"All right." she replied after a short while. Immediately afterwards, she glanced at the walls and added "You have a large audience, don't disappoint them."

She took a few steps closer towards the city, looking between the people on the walls and the rider who was already being handed a lance. She exchanged a few words with Missandei about Daario and his courage, and then approached him.

"Don't you want a horse?" she asked, a little concerned about how the situation was developing.

"Why would I want one?" he shrugged. He seemed completely unconcerned that he was risking his own life.

"He has a horse." she pointed out. "Besides, horses are faster than people."

"And dumber than them."

She was silent for a moment, she was about to give up, but she added something.

"If you die, you won't be able to show off to me anymore." she doesn't know what she was thinking, that she was going to talk some sense into him? Or maybe she just didn't believe he could have a plan? She believed that without a horse he had less chance, but in the end she did not order him to take a horse to this fight.

And Daario just winked at her in response.

She folded and retreated, returning to stand next to Missandei, never looking away from what was happening. The man rode on his horse with his lance drawn, getting closer and closer to them. She watched as Daario slowly pulled out his long dagger and - she guesses - kissed it lightly for luck.

Her heart sped up again, as if she hadn't had enough stress already. She clenched her right hand on the dark red fabric of her clothes, and shuddered as she watched the blade pierce the horse's head, it fell, the rider fell... And before he could get up, his head had already been severed.

A sigh of relief escaped her lips and her hand let go of the material and relaxed. Vis even returned the gentle smile Daario gave her.

"Issi īlon qōrdī?" she asked Grey Worm, to which he only nodded.

*"Are we ready?"*

It was time to speak to the people on the walls, there were more and more of them, they were pushing each other, everyone wanted to see who had arrived at the gate, to see what was happening.

"Issarosī hen Meereen!" she started, screaming loud enough for the people on the walls to hear her. "Iksan Visenya Targārien, hen Valyrio Uēpo ānogār iksan. Kostā ryptan yno iā ybaō aōha āeksia ivestretan ao nūmāzma nyke. Kostis vestās trutī iā pirtra, kostā pāsagon zirȳ iā daor. Daoriot jemas. Sir kesā ūndegon nyke hae iksan, ao se aōha āeksia. Iksan iā ābra, daor vala doīhi orvorta isse zȳhon gundja. Iksan se pryjatys hen belma. Ao ūndegon azantyr inkot nyke. Īlis buzdarīs isse Astapor. Sir pōnta iōragon inkot nyke, daerē. Pār īlon naejōt Yunkai. Lī qilōni sia buzdarīs isse Yunkai, sir iōragon inkot nyke, daerē. Sir nyke've māzigon naejot Meereen. Eman mērī mēre rūn naejot ivestragon aōha āeksia." she paused for a moment to make her next words sound more explicit. "Dāez tolvie vala, ābra se riña gō ziry iksos tolī aēlt. Naejot se simrī issaros: iksan daor aōha qrinuntys, aōha qrinuntys iksis paktot ao. Aōha qrinuntys uses ao se aōha riñar,ossēnagon ao se daoriot addemmagon syt ziry. Ziry iksos jēda syt zirȳ naejot addemmagon syt mirre pōja ziriōs!"

*"People of Meereen! I am Visenya Targaryen, of the blood of Old Valyria. You may have heard of me, or your Lords might have told you about me. They may have told you truth or lies, you may have believed them or not. It doesn't matter. Now you will see me as I am. You and your Masters. I am a woman, not a man hiding his cock in his own asshole. I am the Breaker of Chains. You see an army behind me. They were slaves in Astapor. Now they stand behind me, free. Then we went to Yunkai. Those who were slaves there now stand behind me, free. Now I have come to Meereen. I have only one thing to say to your Masters: Free every man, woman and child before it's too late! And to the common people I say: I am not your enemy, your enemy is among you. Your enemy is exploiting you and your children, killing you and not paying for it! It's time for them to pay for all their crimes!"*

You could tell by her voice and posture that she finally felt confident in speaking to people. There was no longer any hesitation in her, she knew what to say and how to say it. She didn't care how many people were looking at her, in fact she was happy with every new set of eyes. It was nothing like she was in King's Landing, where she preferred to avoid being seen. Now she was no longer afraid of speaking Valyrian, and after a few lessons with Missandei her accent was perfect, some might say it was her first language.

It was definitely more difficult to try to learn Dothraki, but that's another matter.

"Perzys!" she shouted, and the catapults prepared in advance - and properly aimed to hit buildings, not people - launched barrels containing all the collars collected in Yunkai.

People panicked at first, but quickly saw that this was not an attack intended to destroy the city. Barrels smashed against the walls and collars fell out, landing on the pavement. It showed people that she wasn't lying. Each collar meant one freed person, and there were thousands of them.

Their enemy was truly among them.

"Istiti perpīdo syt se hembar dekurago." she said to Grey Worm as she walked away from the walls towards the camp next to the city.

*"We must prepare for the next step."*

Visenya Targaryen planned to take over the city from the inside, in a similar way to Yunkai, but not only with her soldiers, but with the help of the people. Robb Stark planned to get to the North, to Jon.

They both succeeded. Except Visenya was now the Queen of Meereen and could celebrate her victory, and Robb couldn't even rejoice in his survival.

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-> Chapter XVIII ''Justice'' -> general masterlist -> Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon masterlist

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Red Meat: Fragments of Stesichoros

By Anne Carson

I. GERYON

Geryon was a monster everything about him was red

Put his snout out of the covers in the morning it was red

How stiff the red landscape where his cattle scraped against

Their hobbles in the red wind

Burrowed himself down in the red dawn jelly of Geryon's

Dream

Geryon's dream began red then slipped out of the vat and ran

Upsail broke silver shot up through his roots like a pup

Secret pup At the front end of another red day

II. MEANWHILE HE CAME

Across the salt knobs it was Him

Knew about the homegold

Had sighted red smoke above the red spires

III. GERYON'S PARENTS

If you persist in wearing your mask at the supper table

Well Goodnight Then they said and drove him up

Those hemorrhaging stairs to the hot dry Arms

To the ticking red taxi of the incubus

Don't want to go want to stay Downstairs and read

IV. GERYON'S DEATH BEGINS

Geryon walked the red length of his mind and answered No

It was murder And torn to see the cattle lay

All these darlings said Geryon And now me

V. GERYON'S REVERSIBLE DESTINY

His mother saw it mothers are like that

Trust me she said Engineer of his softness

You don't have to make up your mind right away

Behind her red right cheek Geryon could see

Coil of the hot plate starting to glow

VI. MEANWHILE IN HEAVEN

Athena was looking down through the floor

Of the glass-bottomed boat Athena pointed

Zeus looked Him

VII. GERYON'S WEEKEND

Later well later they left the bar went back to the centaur's

Place the centaur had a cup made out of a skull Holding three

Measures of wine Holding it he drank Come over here you can

Bring your drink if you're afraid to come alone The centaur

Patted the sofa beside him Reddish yellow small alive animal

Not a bee moved up Geryon's spine on the inside

VIII. GERYON'S FATHER

A quiet root may know how to holler He liked to

Suck words Here is an almighty one he would say

After days of standing in the doorway

NIGHTBOLLSNORTED

IX. GERYON'S WAR RECORD

Geryon lay on the ground covering his ears The sound

Of the horses like roses being burned alive

X. SCHOOLING

In those days the police were weak Family was strong

Hand in hand the first day Geryon'ş mother took him to

School She neatened his little red wings and pushed him

In through the door

XI. RIGHT

Are there many little boys who think they are a

Monster? But in my case I am right said Geryon to the

Dog they were sitting on the bluffs The dog regarded him

Joyfully

XII. WINGS

Steps off a scraped March sky and sinks

Up into the blind Atlantic morning One small

Red dog jumping across the beach miles below

Like a freed shadow

XIII. HERAKLES’ KILLING CLUB

Little red dog did not see it he felt it All

Events carry but one

XIV. HERAKLE'S ARROW

Arrow means kill It parted Geryon’s skull like a comb Made

The boy neck lean At an odd slow angle sideways as when a

Poppy shames itself in a whip of Nude breeze

XV. TOTAL THINGS KNOWN ABOUT GERYON

He loved lightning He lived on an island His mother was a

Nymph of a river that ran to the sea His father was a gold

Cutting tool Old scholia say that Stesichorus says that

Geryon had six hands and six feet and wings He was red and

His strange red cattle excited envy Herakles came and

Killed him for his cattle

The dog too

XVI. GERYON'S END

The red world And corresponding red breezes

Went on Geryon did not

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Rescue Mission

Pairing: The Bad Batch x Reader (Polyam)

Summary: The Batch agrees to help Hera save her parents; you encounter a familiar face

Warning: angst, TW: PTSD episode, TW: panic/anxiety attack, mentions of shooting and violence

Word Count: 2048

A/N: Won't be updating constantly, but sorry for keeping you all waiting

pt xvi, pt xviii

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You and the Batch were looking over the city's capitol, trying to figure out what’s going on. You looked through one of your sniper scopes, having detached it from your rifle, and observed the heavily guarded area. Some people started to gather as Admiral Rampart made an announcement, which you listened to through Chopper’s satellite.

“Citizens of Ryloth, the shocking attack of your beloved Senator has left you shaken, but Orn Free Taa’s condition continues to improve and he will make a full recovery. The perpetrators of this heinous assasination attempt have been captured…”

Hunter looked up from his binoculars and over to Hera, “Assasination attempt?”

Hera shook her head, “That’s not what happened.”

You looked at Hunter for a moment before Omega spoke up.

“Hunter… Crosshair’s here.”

You took in a sharp breath as you looked through your scope and saw his familiar baster rifle and him in his new Imperial armor.

“Great. Just what we need!” Wrecker grumbled.

Hunter then gestured for the boys to huddle, so you took a bit to watch Crosshair before turning the girls.

“Keep an eye on the Capitol.” You ordered Omega and Hera, then put on your helmet before joining the boys.

“Ryloth’s not a separatist planet.” Echo said mid-coversation.

“Exactly my point.” Tech stated and went on about who knows what. You tried to listen to him, but you could see a change in Hunter’s demeanor.

“Wait here.” Hunter ordered as he rushed off.

You waited with the others before an Imperial probe droid came crashing down near all of you.

“Oh good… a probe droid.” Tech sighed.

“The Empire will know we’re here.” Echo announced.

“And so will Crosshair.” You said in unison with Hunter.

“Let’s move.” Hunter ordered, so everyone started following. Hera took a moment before being pulled by Omega with Chopper behind them. You were near frozen in your spot due to the thought of possibly reuniting with Crosshair. Echo was near the back, trying to make sure no one was left behind. He turned and saw you still in your place, then he went to you before grasping your hand tight.

“We can’t stay, mesh’la.” He insisted, which caused you to nod and follow him back to the Marauder.

You sat of the Marauder’s steps as the Batch talked with Hera.

“I told you… no guarantees. We’ll get you off world and take you somewhere safe.”

“Wait! Please!” Hera pulled at Hunter, “I’ll pay you double!”

“No money in the galaxy will matter if we’re dead! What you’re asking us to do is not worth the risk.”

Hera took a moment to look at him, “Not to you.” She rushed off. The boys started to head to the Marauder, but Omega stayed back.

“You shouldn’t have said that!”

“Being strategic means knowing your limitations, Omega.”

“She’s trying to save her family! I would do the same for you.” Omega retorted before following Hera. Hunter took a moment to process her words before turning towards the ship and seeing you still sitting on the steps. You hadn’t taken off your helmet since you got back to the base, but Hunter could sense the rigidness of your stature. He crouched down in front of you and placed his hands on either side of your helmet before gently lifting it from your head. You were pale and had tear streaks staining your cheeks. Hunter was surprised at first, but came to realise what was wrong. It was similar to your small episode in the fresher just recently. You were suffering from plasma shock… Hunter placed your helmet to the side and carefully caressed your wet skin.

“I know, cyare… I know…” He whispered before picking up your helmet, then hooking an arm around your waist to help you onto the cruiser. He sat you down and stood between your legs with his face in your hands. He did his best to coax you through the process of a plasma shock episode and made sure his attention was undivided just in case anything else happened. Once he sensed your calm breathing and heart rate, he moved away.

“I’ll be right back… just take your time, my love.” He hooked your chin endearingly before heading to the cockpit. You stay seated for a bit before Omega and Hera rushed onto the ship, straight into the cockpit. You were about the get up to see what was happening, but then D-5 rolled over to you quickly and bumped your foot.

“Star! S-s-s-star!”

You smiled weakly before picking him up and looking at him, “You haven’t broken anything have you?”

“All-all better!”

You hummed before placing him down and following his trail as he rolled into the cockpit. Yo stood at the threshold as Hunter spoke.

“Alright, you two go with Chopper as back up, but at a distance.”

The girls got excited, which caused Tech to speak up.

“By themselves?”

“Tech, Wrecker, wait until those canons are down, then move in. Echo and I will scale the Capitol wall and free Hera’s parents.” He looked down at Hera, “I guess we’re following your lead!”

Omega saw you at the threshold and grinned, “Did you hear that, Lodestar?”

You nodded with a smile, “Yeah. I know you’re just getting started with this mission stuff, but you’ve got clone blood in you. Just be careful, okay?” You approached her and cupped her face.

“Where will you be?” Hera wondered with excitement in her eyes.

“I’ll join Hunter and Echo at the Capitol. Freeing people is my thing, remember?”

Everyone looked to each other before dispersing to prepare.

*******

You walked cautiously with Hunter and Echo, approaching the walls of the Capitol. You nodded to Hunter as you all readied to scale the wall. Hunter crouched, offering you a boost before helping Echo and then jumping up himself. It was a fairly quick process and you climbed over the dursateel parapet as Hunter took out one of the guards. The other looked over the wall at Echo.

“A little help?”

Hunter got his attention as you looked at the small map of the Capitol you had downloaded through your holopad connected to your armor on your wrist. The others looked over to you before you nodded and gestured to the direction you should be going. The three of you arrived to the detention level and took out the guards then you found the cells before freeing those enclosed in them.

“What are you doing here?” Gobi Glie asked as he looked at all of you.

“Breaking you out.” Hunter explained.

“You know them?” Another male twi’lek asked who must have been Hera’s father.

“They are mercenaries, but I did not hire them for this.”

“Hera did.” Hunter stated.

“Hera? Where is she? Is she safe?” Her father asked.

Echo chuckled, “With Omega and Chopper? Let’s hope so.”

You were looking through your map again, “We should go soon, troops will be heading to the refinery by now.”

Hunter nodded before following you away from the detention level to find a safe exit. Everyone rushed down the halls but you stopped.

“What is it, Lodestar?”

“This… this is too easy.” You whispered.

“We have to go.” Cham insisted.

“No, no, I’m going to double back… see if the courtyard is clear.”

“That’s not the plan.” Hunter said sternly.

“Crosshair knows we’re here. He knows how we think. He isn’t a fool.” You argued, “I’d rather have one of us caught or killed than these innocent people we’re helping. I’m going to check the courtyard.”

You rushed away from the group before taking a detour for the upper wall again. There were troopers scouting out the exit, so you pulled out your blaster and stunned them before making your way around to get a better look. There was an overhead view on the farside of the courtyard where you could use your rifle just in case things went south. As you rushed over, you could see troopers lining up with shields and blasters, ready to attack the front gates.

“Hunter, do you copy?”

“I copy. We were just warned, we’re heading for Senator Taa’s private quarters. There’s a ship waiting there. Rendezvous back with the group.”

You stopped, eyeing a figure at the overview, “Go on without me. I’ll meet you back at the base.”

“Lode-”

You silenced your comm before pulling out the dagger you had sheathed in an underarm leather pocket. You approached carefully, trying not to make any noise. As you were getting past them, a shot near misses you. They approached out of the shadows and your heart froze. The person waiting there was Crosshair himself.

“So… Hunter has found another replacement.” He sneered through the modulator of his helmet. Your heart was pounding in your ears as he stopped just a few feet away.

“Silent too… How original.”

You gripped your dagger before sheathing it and standing there looking at him through the dark visor of your helmet.

“However, fairly stupid. Nothing like me.”

Says the one doing the Empire’s dirty work.

You took a step back as he raised his rifle again.

“At least give me a challenge.” He groaned, “You have no idea how good I am with a moving target.”

But you do…

You clenched your fist before rushing towards him and knocking the rifle out of his hands. He grunted before grasping your shoulders and tossing you into the wall. He approached you, looming over your body before pulling you by a piece of your armor and leaning you over the ledge, looking over you.

“You’re holding back… some soldier you are.” He commented quietly before taking your blaster from your belt and raising it up to the side of your helmet. Your breathing was fast and your whole body was shaking, but you still managed to raise your arm and take off your helmet quickly. Everything grew silent as he looked at you through the tinted green visor of his Imperial helmet. He dropped the arm holding your blaster and loosened his grip.

“How…”

You shoved him away forcefully before kicking the blaster out of his hands and picking it up, then shooting his rifle so it couldn’t fire. You then rushed away as he was down, making your way back to the base.

*******

It was nearly sun up when you arrived back to the valley where the base was. Omega was waiting with the Batch and Hera when she saw you. She ran up to you and hugged your midriff tight.

“I was scared you got captured by the Empire.” She admitted.

“I’m alright. Just had to make sure everyone was safe…” You replied before looking up at the others.

“We’re heading south to another city, away from Imperial scanners.” Tech explained as you approached the Marauder with her. You nodded, avoiding Hunter’s eyes and following Omega as she and Hera pulled you onto the ship.

You all arrived at the hangar of the small city before Hunter talked with Hera’s parents and the Batch was gathered around with Hera, occupying themselves. You stood to the side, still thinking about Crosshair.

“Lodestar.” Cham called and you looked up before approaching, “It has been an honor finally meeting you and working alongside you. We are all familiar with the work you have done.”

You nodded politely before Hera was called, so you walked away towards the Marauder. It was only a few minutes before the others joined you. You all filed onto the ship, but before Tech and Echo could go to the cockpit, Hunter stopped them and they all turned to you.

“What were you thinking?” Hunter pressed, crossing his arms over his chest, “You almost sabotaged the whole mission.”

You didn’t say anything, looking at him while he talked.

“You risked being caught by the Empire, Lodestar, don’t you understand that?”

You gave him a curt nod, seeing Omega’s worried eyes in your peripherals.

“Next mission, you’re staying on the ship--maybe even stay behind on Ord Mantell.” He ordered, before walking back to the cockpit. His brothers protested while following after him, but Omega stayed with you in the main Hangar.

“Lodestar? Are you alright?”

You looked at her with a nod before she went to sit as the ship started to take off.

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maybe you were the ocean, when i was just a stone (6/?)

a/n: I can't believe I'm revamping this fic but I'm revamping this fic - it will be uploaded on ao3 as well, I will not be updating it on ffn.

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xvi: we could open windows -

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Klaus isn't one for love triangles - he's not even one for love.

He's counted less than a handful of times where he has allowed himself to feel close enough to someone outside of his siblings to even call it that.

At most, this was just an infatuation of sorts, it must be.

Because he just couldn't fathom liking the same girl as his younger brother.

"Nik," Kol releases, as soon as he sees him. "Where have you been?" He wonders, realizing how he hadn't seen his brother for quite a few hours.

Klaus stammers, being uncomfortable with the memory of his biological father and his offer to stay with him. "I had a few errands to run," he nervously says.

Errands? Kol thinks, unable to remember the last time Klaus had been this responsible about his chores.

He observes them both carefully - how well Kol is dressed and how pretty Hayley's dress is. "I take it you both just came back from dinner with mother and father," Klaus concludes.

Kol and Hayley share a look, feeling a bit awkward about the whole situation.

"Yes," Kol nods. "I was just about to ask Hayley how she was feeling about everything," he says, shyly.

Klaus places a finger on his chin, pondering. "That's strangely considerate of you," he realizes just how much his brother is changing in the short amount of time that he's known Hayley.

It's unexpected, but he feels a smidge of jealousy.

"Hayley," Kol goes on, interrupting Klaus' thoughts. The girl looks at him while playing with a strand of her hair. "Did our parents say or do anything to make you uncomfortable?" he asks.

She thinks back to Esther's kindness, how close she felt to her just in the short time she had known her. Hayley shakes her head.

"Really?" Klaus notes, wide-eyed. "That's...surprising," he sighs, turning to his younger brother.

Kol senses an even bigger change, one deep inside himself. "Perhaps," he shrugs. "They've actually taken a liking to her?" he wonders, meeting Klaus' gaze.

The other brother focuses his vision on Hayley - how close she stands next to Kol, how comfortable she seems around him. "Maybe so," Klaus notes. "I suppose stranger things have happened," he softly says, thinking of how easily these two seem to fit together.

And how quickly their charade seemed to have become reality.

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The beach calls her name - like a love song.

Hayley is restless that night, rolling around in her bed, staring at the ceiling, sweating.

Being human is still strange - it's nice not being alone or exiled by her own kind, being accepted by a lively family, having siblings - sort of anyway. But it's still all so new.

"You're awake," Henrik pops out from under her bed and scares her.

She was so busy being stressed out by her thoughts, she didn't even notice him sneaking in.

"What's wrong? Have a nightmare?" Henrik asks again, as Hayley offers him a nod of the head. He hops into bed with her, looking a little sad. "I have trouble sleeping too, bad dreams are all too common in this house, I'm afraid," he sounds so broken, all of a sudden.

Hayley knows the Mikaelson household is a lot colder than people think - despite their riches, their fame, how close the siblings seem to be, there is still so much loneliness in everyone's eyes.

She appreciates how easily Henrik bonds with her though - she's never had a younger sibling before, though she's always wanted one.

"Henrik," Cami bursts through the open door. "There you are, why are you out of bed?" she sings, joining the two.

Hayley motions for Cami to hop in but patting her hand on the sheets. She slips in beside Henrik, wrapping an arm around him.

"Cami," he whispers, "I didn't know you were still here," he adds.

"Rebekah asked me to spend the night - I'm just staying in her room," she continues. "I came out because I heard all the ruckus this little one was making," she smiles, teasing Henrik.

Hayley appreciates both their warmth - it can be quite scary sleeping in this big room, all by herself.

"I've always found this house so eerily quiet at night, you know?" Cami suddenly says.

Henrik looks at Hayley who also looks a bit scared. "We agree," he grins.

And that's the thing about the Mikaelson mansion, from the outside, it looks like this perfect palace - and once you're inside, you realize it's just feels so haunting.

(The three of them hold hands, walking together towards the balcony. They sit there for a bit, just looking out towards the beach.

"The water looks so calm tonight," Henrik comments.

"It's so strange isn't it?" Cami tells them. "Just the other day, it was raging on like a storm, now it's like a summer sea," she realizes.

Hayley looks there too, remembers her old home - the deep blue ocean, the fishes, the coral and seaweed.

Sometimes, she feels like it never really existed.

"I wonder what it's like," Henrik quips. "Way out there," he exhales, thinking more and more about the vast waters before them.

"I do too," Cami agrees - noticing how disconnected Hayley seems.

Almost as if she's been there before).

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xvii: fix the fridge light and replace the phone

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The sun invades Rebekah's room like an invited guest.

She finds a note on her bed, carefully written.

Such pretty hand-writing, she knows it's Cami's - so delicate and careful. Somehow, it almost makes her angrier about her early departure.

The fact that it's just so beautiful.

(Hey Rebekah, I know I know - you hate me right now but, before you send me an angry text I'll never get, just hear me out. I left something for you under your pillow, it's something I brought back from my last research trip, I hope you think of me when you wear it.

Rebekah holds back her tongue - she knows how important Cami's research is and how much value it has.

She shoves her hand under her pillow and finds a gorgeous piece of seaglass strung across a chain. It's green mixed with a bit of yellow - like Cami's eyes).

"Sister," Klaus walks in to her room with a shiny tray of freshly made pancakes, syrup, whip cream, strawberries and a warm cup of coffee. "I've brought you breakfast," he says, taking weird looks around her room.

Rebekah raises a brow as she takes the hot drink in hand. "What brings about such kindness, dear brother?" she laments.

Klaus keeps avoiding her eyes. "Can't you just thank me?" he offers.

She notices how disappointed he looks and connect the dots quite easily. This food wasn't intentionally made for her, after all. "If you're looking for Hayley," she concludes. "She woke up quite early and already had breakfast with Henrik and Kol," Rebekah tells him, recalling hearing their voices while she was half asleep, shortly after Cami had already left.

"Kol? Waking up early?" Klaus retorts. "I never thought I'd see the day," he huffs, with his hands on his hips.

His sister smiles as she starts digging in to the pancakes. "He's a changed man," she comments."Hmm, these pancakes are to die for, Nik!" She cheers, smiling.

Klaus feels that tinge of jealousy he felt earlier suddenly grow bigger. "Glad you like them," he quietly says, attempting to hide his real emotions.

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Kol spends more and more time with Hayley.

He doesn't like to think that he's gotten close to her or that, somehow, she gets under his skin - it's just that, he needs to make this whole she's his girlfriend act convincing, you know? Whether that means having meals together, standing a bit closer to her than he usually does, even maybe looking deep into her eyes -

The truth is, he just really likes being around her.

She waves to Henrik as he runs off to play with some other kids he spots by the beach.

"He's very fond of you," Kol observes. "My little brother, I mean, he's usually quite shy around anyone but our family. I suppose you're part of ours now," he babbles on and he almost bites his tongue.

God, what the hell was he saying right now? He sounded like a fool - calling her his family, really? He's only known her for a little over a month!

What was wrong with him?

"Would you like to go for a swim with me?" Kol requests instead, trying to change the subject and how flustered he felt at the moment.

She offers him a bright smile, running head first into the water.

He feels a continuing flutter in his heart as he watches her shiver from the coldness of the water. Right, it was November after all - maybe not the best time for a swim but, she almost seemed like she was weirdly used to it.

Hayley warms up quickly and swishes around the water almost as if it's part of her.

"You're quite the talented swimmer, my darling," Kol compliments, joining her.

The water pushes them closer and closer to each other and his hand instinctively grazes against her cheek - her hair is wet and covering her eyes but, she can see just enough to understand that he's going for it.

He wants to kiss her.

"KOLLLL!!!"

Just then, they hear Henrik's scream.

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He's afraid of water, Kol whispers, as he and Hayley swim towards him. "I'm such an idiot," he curses himself, swimming quicker. "I should've kept a better eye on him," he shouts, seeing the top of his brother's head peeking out of the waves.

Hayley swims faster than him, getting to Henrik first and lifting him up from his waist. She gives him a look, indicating that he was safe now, she was here, after all.

"Henrik!" Kol scolds, when he catches up to them. "What were you thinking? You know you could've drowned!" he shakes him back and forth, worriedly.

Hayley takes him back to the shore, covering him in a dry towel.

"I'm sorry brother," Henrik replies to Kol. "I just thought I could finally face my fear, ever since the incident that happened to Nik I -"

Kol furrows his brow - he remembers that day too, when Klaus almost drowned to death, how he was saved by some miracle. Or a mermaid, which is what Henrik claims.

He hates how his little brother still blames himself for that incident.

"Do you know how much you scared me?" Kol responds, still with a stressed out tone. Hayley is taken aback, she's never seen Kol like this. "Promise me you'll never go to the water alone, ever again?" He tells him

"But Kol -"

"Promise me!"

Henrik bites his lip, he looks at Hayley who also seemed worried about his well-being. "I-" he starts. "I promise," he finally agrees as a sense of relief washes over Kol's face.

Hayley is touched by how close both the youngest Mikaelson brothers seem to be.

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xviii: maybe it will fix us if we spend our lives on country roads

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Klaus' balcony is filled with his old paintings. He barely uses the space there for anything else but, it does offer him a good view of the beach. He pushes the painting aside, making his way towards the edge. He notices Hayley, Kol and Henrik right away. He keeps an eye on them.

He shouldn't feel this way, he shouldn't be so angry at the fact that they're friends. At the fact that their parents accept them.

At the fact that Mikael would never scold Kol for having a girl but Klaus, he's not even allowed to smile around him.

He feels frightened - Mikael's abuse scares him. He thinks of their fight, of the scar on his cheek, where Hayley had last touched him.

Mikael had mentioned how the scar had disappeared, he wonders how it happened so quickly.

Then.

Klaus' ringtone interrupts his thoughts.

Ansel.

He thinks about his offer once again.

Is leaving truly the best option for him? His family was his everything, he can't imagine living without Elijah's laugh, or Finn's smile, Kol's shenanigans, Rebekah's kindness, Henrik's clinginess, and now, Hayley's warmth -

He puts the idea to rest for now.

He goes back to staring at the beach.

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[troop-scoop]

Mistakes & Regrets XVI

Summary: When a trip to your Dad’s hometown of Hawkins goes wrong, you end up in the year 1983, and have to learn how to cope with being stuck in the past.

Pairing: Steve Harrington / Future!Reader (like, a really slow burn)

Warnings: Swearing, 

• • • 

Anne placed a cup of coffee in front of you while you flipped through a magazine, ignoring the photo of Paris Hilton on the cover all the while, having never understood the fascination people had with her.

Looking up at the pink mug you looked at her, confused.

She picked up on the confusion and smiled a bit. “You can eat, drink and get full when you’re here.” She told you, gently scooting the mug towards you in an attempt to not scratch the polished wooden table. 

“I didn’t know that. . .” You told her, picking up the coffee and standing up. 

“Yeah. . . I haven’t told you everything about our abilities.” Anne shrugged a bit, sitting down across from your seat while you pulled the whipped cream from the fridge, walking back to the table. 

“Like?”

“They’re triggered by traumatic events.” She told you, making you stare at her blankly, not moving, as if you’d turned to stone. She gave a nod as if she’d expected your reaction before speaking again. “For me it was when I was two, my dad, sister and cousin died in a car crash when I was in the car with them. I recovered from the trauma when I was thirteen, and they just, went away. They came back a few years ago. I was born with them, we’re just like Eleven, and the others. We just need a little bit more of a push.” “What was mine?” You asked, crossing your arms after you’d put a bit of whipped cream into your coffee. 

Anne had figured out basically everything about you in the two years since you’d been born in her timeline. 

“You know exactly what your’s was.” 

You gave a sad smile and nodded a bit. How could you not? Being in the Upside Down was nothing if not traumatizing. When you choose to just sleep and not ‘Time Walk’ as Anne called it, you would still have nightmares about it. 

Opening your eyes, you could feel a weight on your shoulder. Turning your head a bit you saw Steve turning his own head so his forehead was against your neck, still asleep.

You offered for him to stay at your place for the night. Having never met his parents in person, you didn’t trust whatever lecture his father would have waiting when he arrived home late smelling faintly of alcohol and looking distraught. 

You also offered for him to sleep in your bed. It wasn’t weird, you were friends. But you quickly learned that while he knew the correct distance to keep when sleeping in the same bed as a friend, as soon as he was asleep, he tossed and turned until he had something to hold onto. 

Currently, you were that thing. 

He had an arm over your torso, gently holding onto your elbow while his head was against your shoulder. 

You didn’t know what it was, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It didn’t feel unnatural, like you were being held down by a sleeping teenager whose heart just got broken the previous night. It felt normal, like you’d done it before, even though you hadn’t.

Turning your head, you gently got him to let go of you and eased his head onto the pillow so you could get up.

Once on your feet you looked down at him and saw how tousled his hair was, even though you’d tried all night to get it to stay down and neat. But the tossing and turning probably didn’t help. 

But there was such a stark difference between how he was the night before, his cheeks red from tears, his eyelids irritated because he kept rubbing them to try and stop crying, the wrinkled blazer and black t-shirt. Now, he looked peaceful. Eyelashes brushing against his cheeks, his hair messy. It made him look like a little kid who had calmed down from a tantrum and quickly fallen asleep. 

It was cute. 

Not that you’d ever say that to his face. 

• • •

Days passed, and it seemed like there was a never ending pit of loneliness in the four large walls that made up your boxy apartment. It might as well be a studio. No, because you could make those look nice, a one bedroom apartment? Nearly impossible especially when the landlord wouldn’t let you take down the wall paper or board paneling that took up the bottom half of the walls. 

Who was it who watched Queer Eye in your house? Was it Pa or Dad? You couldn’t remember. But you learned plenty about home design and plenty of other things. This wasn’t a good look. And the carpet was terrible. The yellow themed kitchen would have been remodeled had it been Pa’s choice. 

But he wasn’t here, and you’d never be able to ask him all the questions you wanted to. That was your biggest regret, your last conversation with him being an argument in front of an entire restaurant with your dad and little brother watched, not knowing what to do. 

You hoped he wasn’t tearing himself apart over you being missing. You hoped he didn’t blame himself. But you knew he would be. 

The last thing you said to Pa was that you hated him, and that you hoped he rotted in hell. A statement that was harsh, even for a teenager who was angry. 

The last thing you told your dad was that you loved him, when you left the motel to go explore the town of Hawkins before the restaurant. And you were pretty sure you told your brother to ‘fuck off’ before you left. 

You always did have a better relationship with your dad. 

A knock came from the other side of your front door, and it had you on your feet from the little nest you’d made against the side of your couch. 

You’d given up on any precautions that your fathers had ingrained into you about being a girl. You rarely checked the back of your car when you got in, and went to the store late at night alone. You wore headphones while walking. You’d forget your pepper spray on those walks, and somehow, you were always fine. And the other precaution you’d given up on? Checking the peephole in the door when someone knocked. 

Opening the heavy wooden door, you came face to face with Steve, who stood awkwardly with Dustin next to him, who had his walkie talkie and headset on. 

“Oh this should be good.” You said with a teasing smile while Steve rolled his eyes and brushed past you into the apartment, with Dustin following shortly after.

Closing the door, you watched as Steve went to the living room closet. “What are you looking for?” 

Steve gave an unintelligible grumble as response. Dustin turned his head from looking at Steve while he rumaged through the closet. “The bat.” He clarified. 

“The one with the nails?” 

Dustin nodded. 

“Up in the crawlspace.”

Steve looked at you, confused “You put it in here when I gave it to you?”

You nodded a bit, mouth open a bit, inhaling the cold air that had been let into your apartment. “Yeah, newsflash, Steven, Hopper’s always visiting to make sure I’m not on hardcore drugs,” That part was a joke. “I had to hide it. It’s in the crawlspace.”

“Where the hell is a crawlspace in this apartment?” Steve demanded, getting ready to argue that you were just pulling his leg. 

“Above you, genius.” 

Steve looked up, the hair on his neck now on the collar of his jacket. “Oh.” He stepped onto your shelves and lifted up the opening, before jumping down with the bat, the nails scraping against the wood floor that was only in the closet and not anywhere else in the house.

“Dude!” you yelped seeing a new scratch in the floor.

“Calm down, I’ll fix it when I come back.” He told you, going to your bedroom. You had a terrible feeling about it. So you followed after him, with Dustin following you. 

“Steve, what’s going on?” You asked, watching as he dumped your school bag out onto your bed, grimacing at the crumbs that fell out too. “Steve?”

He looked up at you from the end of your bed, that was still technically a pullout. So really, you had two couches. His expression was soft, a face that was usually used when trying to calm people down, or make them feel safe. And because you knew that, it had the exact opposite effect. “Nothing, probably just a prank.” He told you in a soft voice. 

You shook your head, moving towards him, grabbing his arm. “Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not.” He whispered to you. “I seriously think it’s a prank.” 

“You’re indulging in a thirteen year old’s prank? By bringing a weapon?” 

“Guys, we don’t have time for your flirting, let’s go!” Dustin shouted from the hall, even though he was close enough to just speak. 

But his words were enough to make you realize how close you’d gotten to your friend, and how you could make out which detergent his mother used on his clothes, and how they were freshly washed because they didn’t smell like a closet, or wooden drawers. 

“I’m coming with you.” You told them, heading to the dresser and pulling out a pair of jeans, pulling them on over your lounge shorts, before digging into another drawer,

“Y/n, I don’t think that’s a good idea- Holy shit, is that a gun!” You looked at Steve, holding the gun case that Hopper had given you, a small pistol inside of it. 

“Yeah.” You responded. “Let’s go. You told him, walking out of the bedroom. 

• • •

Peering into the rearview mirror you saw Dustin staring at the center console, while you sat next to Steve, holding the case in your lap, with your bookbag between your feet on the floorboard. The base of the bat against your knee. 

The heating and radio were on, so currently, you were warm and listening to Queen. 

“Wait a sec, how big?” Steve asked suddenly, quickly looking at Dustin, bringing up the thing you were pretty sure was just a lizard. 

You turned to look at Dustin, seeing him bring up his index and thumb, showing a certain size. “First it was like that.” Then he brought up his other hand, “Now he’s like this.”

“Hmm, terrifying.” You spoke, turning back around, 

“I swear to God, man, it’s just some little lizard, okay?” Steve gestured, keeping his eyes on the road. 

“It’s not a lizard.” Dustin corrected. 

“How do you know that?” You asked, turning back again. 

“How do I know it’s not a izard?” Dustin questioned, looking at you like you just insulted his entire family.

“You heard her, man, how do you know it’s not just a lizard?” Steve raised his voice a bit.

Dustin looked at the headrest of the driver’s seat.”Because his face opened up and he ate my cat.” 

Your eyes went wide, brows raised and mostly frozen in place while you turned to look at Steve who nodded while he pulled into Mrs. Henderson’s driveway.

Following the two males to the cellar, you were uncertain, not knowing if this was serious or not. If you should be worried about what Dustin was saying about whatever he’d put into his cellar. 

Steve pointed the flashlight to the red metal doors, a chain and lock keeping it closed. He held the bat in his other hand, just staring at the door. 

“I don’t hear shit.” He said finally. 

Rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms. “He’s in there.” Dustin confirmed, pointing to the doors. 

What were you supposed to say in this situation? Or even think, or feel? Other than uneasy? Like Steve, Dustin and you weren’t totally safe just standing in front of his house, down the stone path to the cellar. 

Steve tapped the door with the bat, and when nothing happened, he banged on it. Once again, nothing came to the doors. 

You covered your eyes when a bright light quickly brushed over your face before landing on Dustin’s. “All right, listen, kid. I swear, if this is some sort of Halloween prank, you’re dead.”

“Halloween was two days ago, dude.” You reminded. 

“It’s not.” Dustin confirmed, the flashlight still being shone in his face. 

“All right?” Steve asked again. 

“Steve, it’s not a prank, get the light out of his face.” You told your friend, bringing a hand to block to light from Dustin’s eyes. 

“You got a key for this thing?” 

• • •

Looking down in the cellar from where you were, you took a few steps closer, curiosity getting the best of you. “I’ll stay up here in case he tries to escape.” Dustin offered.

“I’ll go down there.” 

It was odd, because in these few moments, you felt like yourself for the first time in a long time. Not afraid of the dark cellar or what Dustin said was down there. Not caring if it was a mini Demagorgon. 

Steve looked at you, although you only looked down at the concrete that was lit up by the flashlight. “You’re not going down there.” 

Smiling a bit, you finally looked at Steve, who was squatted down next to you. “Why not?”

“Because there could be something down there.” He tried to reason with you, even though it was in vain because you walked forward, going down a step before he grabbed your arm, making you stop and look at him. 

“Y/n, please. I’ll go down there, you didn’t even grab the gun.”

Sighing, you looked at Dustin who shrugged a bit while you walked back up the step and let him go down instead. 

The fact that you actually owned a gun, was a bit disturbing. At least to you. After all, your dad refused to let Pa own one. Not wanting one in the house, but completely okay with you at least knowing how to shoot one. Thinking back on it, that was also strange. 

But what bothered you right now, was that you couldn’t go down with Steve. You didn’t like that he was down there alone with just a flashlight and baseball bat filled with nails. 

“You’re cold?” Dustin asked, grabbing your attention. You looked at him, brows furrowed in confusion. 

“What?”

He gestured to your arms that were covered in goosebumps, which was when you realized you walked out of your apartment in baggy jeans, and your favorite t-shirt, even though it was almost winter. 

“Guess so.” You shrugged a bit, your mind wandering back to Steve impatiently and worridly tapping your foot while looking down the stairs. “Steve, you good?” You asked, grabbing Dustin’s shoulder in a protective manner when Steve came into view at the bottom of the stairs, pointing his flashlight up at you two. 

“Get down here.” 

You were the first to come down the stairs, noticing what seemed to be a layer of wet skin that had been shed hanging off of the bat while you grabbed the sleeve of Steve’s jacket. 

“Oh shit.” Dustin mumbled seeing the skin, but you could feel the same reaction come on when Steve pointed his flashlight to the corner, revealing where Dustin’s ‘pet’ had broken through the stone wall and tunneled through the dirt like he was trying to get to China. 

“Holy shit.” You mumbled while Dustin shouted “Oh shit!” at the same time as you. 

“So you weren’t pulling a prank.” You spoke up, your grip on Steve getting a bit more firm while you looked at the hole. “We're so fucked.”

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Sucker I xvi

Prompt: Y/N attends a school for the supernatural, specifically: werewolves, witches and vampires. The school might be magic, but so is love, right? Right?

Genre: angst, fluff, slight smut

Pairing: reader x 00 line

Inspired heavily by: Legacies (and The Vampire Diaries&The Originals)

a/n: NOT PROOFREAD! um yeah, lots of questions answered in this one but not all haha also this is one long chapter but it’s so bad I APOLOGIZE! my writing really doing downhill :(

main m.list / sucker m.list /  i  ii  iii  iv   v   vi   vii   viii   ix   x   xi  xii xiii  xiv  xv  xvi xvii

You woke up drenched in your own sweat, still seeing the vivid image of the lifeless woman in front of you. 

“Man in the hood again?” Jisoo asked as you just lightly nodded, you couldn’t tell her what your dreams were actually about, so you lied, but you didn’t really have a choice. 

“Yeah, I’ll just try and fall asleep again.” You said before laying back down. 

Time jump

“It’s right up here.” Jeno explained as Hana slightly slapped Renjun’s arm. 

“Why did you bring him?” Hana asked, thankfully you and Jeno were too focused on your own conversation to overhear theirs. 

“He knows the way!” Renjun explained. 

“So does y/n!” Hana explained.

You and Renjun decided on looking for Jeno’s uncle and asking him if he knew anything, and hopefully compel him to forget you asking if he didn’t. 

You asked Hana to come along so it wouldn’t just be the two of you again, but Renjun decided to include Jeno, telling him it was just a visit to town and that if they’re already there, they could visit his uncle.

 Hana on the other hand was slightly informed, not about everything, but enough for her to understand. 

“Uncle Olor! Hi! You remember y/n and these are friends from school, Renjun and Hana.” Jeno explained to his uncle once he saw him. 

As soon as Renjun made eye contact with him however, he froze. 

“You.” Olor said, pointing at Renjun. 

“You?” Renjun asked, making everyone else confused. 

“You two have meet?” Hana asked. 

“He’s the one who kidnapped me.” And with that, everyone’s eyes widened but Renjun and Olor’s. 

“Uncle?” Jeno asked. 

“It’s a long story. May I interest you in a cup of tea inside while I explain?” Olor asked as Renjun put on his hand in front of you and Hana. 

“Look, kid, I may have been a bit too harsh, but I promise to not lock you up this time.” Olor laughed, trying to lighten the mood.

After a lot of hesitation, you were all sat down in his living room as he put the plate with snacks on the table. It wasn’t the house you and Renjun were in, it was a whole different one. 

This one was way more cozy, it was filled with family pictures, cat pictures, so on. You recognized Jeno and some of his cats from some of the photos, but for some you couldn’t quite understand why you felt like you knew the people on the photos. 

“Prophesy, explain, now.” Renjun said. 

“Calm yourself, witch boy. You don’t want to mess with a werewolf, do you?” Olor asked, chuckling. 

“Prophesy?” Jeno asked.

“To explain the prophesy, I’ll need to start at the beginning.” Olor started explaining.

“Me, y/n’s dad and another one of our friends, Richard were best friends when we were your age. We were always together, skipping class, getting drunk at 3am in the forest, we did everything together. I even attended y/n’s parents’ wedding, I was the best man, obviously.” Olor explained, pointing at a photo of him on the wall. That’s why you felt like you knew them. 

“Wait, you knew my dad?” You asked.

“You knew her dad?” Renjun, Jeno and Hana asked in unison. 

“Yes, now Richard was always jealous, he’s a vampire where as me and y/n’s dad were both werewolves, so we got along a bit better, but we didn’t realize it, not at the time at least.” He continued.

“You see, me and your dad were closer, Richard was the only vampire in our friend group, most of us were werewolves, so he developed a strong dislike towards us, but we didn’t know it was to this extend. Your grandmother told them the prophesy on her death bed, and Richard figured it all out, and he knew that if he let your dad live, your dad would do anything to protect you, as he knew you were the one with power of three.” Olor continued as he made eye contact. 

“Wow, someone has issues.” Jeno commented. 

“But how? Don’t you lose your witch powers when you become a vampire?” Hana asked.

“Y/n’s mom, she was a siphoner and her dad a werewolf, all she needed was to activate her werewolf side and become a vampire. One murder and one death later, she’d be a fully activated tribrid.” Olor explained. 

“And you can be a vampire and a siphoner at the same time.” Renjun added.

“Richard knew that the humanity in question was yours, if you turned it off, you would be more powerful that anyone could even imagine, and without the humanity, you would be willing to do as he says, as you wouldn’t care about hurting people. He wanted to eliminate all werewolves you see, just because he was jealous.” Olor shrugged. 

“With you, without your humanity, he could continue the killing spree.” He continued. 

“What a bitch.” Hana commented. 

“What a bitch indeed.” Olor agreed. 

“But when you were 5 years old, your parents died, they wanted your aunt to put a spell on you, to forget your parents, to forget me, forget everything and make it impossible to figure out who you are. He did it to protect you, y/n.” Olor explained. 

“Is that why I had such deja vu when meeting you? And the house?” You asked as Olor nodded. 

“It wasn’t until Jeno brought you to meet me that I saw you again, I got scared. When I found out you started going to the school, I thought Richard was going to find out so I kidnapped your friend here.” He explained. 

“Sorry.” he said to Renjun before continuing the story. 

“No hard feelings, but overdoing it, much?” Renjun laughed.

“That was your old home, the one that burned down. I recorded what you did down there, by the way, so I know you probably think I’m the man in your dreams but it’s dark magic, and as a werewolf, I can’t do magic, so I asked your aunt. She tracked it down to Richard, he was sneaking into your dreams to check up on you and he was disguised as me, so if you ever met me, you would be reminded of the dream. I got hold of one of your dreams though, I tried letting you know to stay away from Richard, that’s why I kept mouthing R, for Richard.” He explained. 

“I thought it stood for Renjun, because that’s when he got kidnapped.” You confessed.

After hearing all this, you all just sat in silence. 

“You recorded everything?” Renjun asked. 

“Yes, even your little ki-” “Why should we trust you?” He cut him off, knowing that if anyone found out you and Renjun kissed, he’d be dead by tomorrow.

“You did kidnap me after all.” Renjun added. 

“If I wanted to harm you, I would have already done it, kid. Besides, can’t you use like a truth spell?” Olor answered. 

“Wait, if she’s the one, is she also the savior?” Renjun asked.

 “I don’t know, I haven’t cracked that one yet, y/n’s aunt has a theory that the line is referring to another person, as in like the savior will be “the one”, like a soulmate, but I have no idea who that is. I’m sure Richard does.” Olor sighed. You sat in silence for a while, absorbing the new information

“So, what I’m hearing is that my whole life was a lie.” You said after about 5 minutes of silence. 

“Sorry, kid.” Olor answered. 

“Wait, if you knew about all this, why didn’t you say anything?” Jeno asked. 

“I thought i was protecting you all.” He explained as you felt a sharp pain in your chest.

Meanwhile

“Drain it, all of it.” Richard instructed as the boy continued the spell. He was draining the blood from your system so you would need to feed. 

“She’s gonna have to feed, and once she feeds, she’ll lose control, the guilt has to be killing her after we sent that woman. Just one more moment of guilt and she’s turning it off, I can feel it.” He added

Meanwhile

“What’s wrong?” Hana asked. 

“Hungry. Thirsty. I don’t know which. Need food.” You could only say a few words at a time as Hana’s eyes widened. 

“How long have you gone without feeding?” She asked. 

“I don’t know.” You answered. 

“Make it stop.” You added, pleading at this point. 

“Water, now.” Renjun practically yelled as him and Olor ran to the kitchen to get more food and water. 

“Water isn’t going to do anything!” Hana sighed. 

“Jeno!” She turned herself towards him and told him “Give me your vain, now.” She said. 

“What?” He asked. 

“She’s a vampire, she hasn’t fed in god knows how long, she needs blood and I’m shaking too badly for her to feed off me.” She explained as she grabbed him and pushed him towards you.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay, just breath. Um, I guess you have to feed so, go at it?” Jeno asked, nervously panicking as he didn’t know what to do in this situation. 

He wanted to help but he didn’t know how, so he just pointed as his neck and tried his best to smile while panicking. You wasted no time and didn’t even think about how intimate that was, you just wanted blood, now. 

You sunk your teeth into him as he let out a sigh. 

“You okay? Both of you?” Hana asked as Olor and Renjun got back. 

“Kinda sensitive, kinda hurts.” Jeno explained as both his uncle and Renjun dropped what they were holding when they saw you. 

She’s a vampire now?” Renjun asked. 

“We were going to tell you!” Hana defended. 

“Hey, you two, not the time. At least she hasn’t killed anyone to unlock her werewolf state, calm down.” Olor explained, trying to get everything under control. 

You let out a faint moan, as the blood filled your system. You quickly pulled away, not wanting to hurt Jeno the way you did to the woman. You all took a deep breath as your breathing stabilised. 

“You really are like your dad, you’re giving me a heart attack and you’ve only been here for half an hour.” Olor said, which is when his words started playing in your head. At least she hasn’t killed anyone. 

You tried to force a smile as you all calmed down before you said your goodbyes and headed back to school.

Once you got back, Renjun said that this is far too serious to handle alone so he called over Chenle, Jisung, Jaemin, Hana, Jisoo, Jeno and Mark into your room and explained everything. 

“So, to sum it up, you’re the special chosen one who we need to protect from a guy who we have never meet and have no information on, besides his name, and if we fail, it could mean the end of werewolves everywhere.” Mark said.

“Pretty much.” Jeno commented.

“And don’t forget the part where my whole life has been a lie.” You added.

“You’re fucked.” Chenle said. 

“Language!” Jisoo commented. 

“All I heard was that now we’re some sort of super squad.” Jaemin said as he wrapped his arm around you. 

“More or less.” Hana laughed. 

“I thought we were Core 8.” Jisung joked. 

“Minsoo and Haechan would be offended, Jisung.” Mark commented. 

“Where are they anyway?” Renjun asked. 

“Minsoo is with our dad, some fancy family reunion planning.” Jisoo answered.

 “And Haechan?” Mark asked “No idea.” Jisoo answered.

You decided on talking about everything in the morning, as you were all tired and in need of some rest. Jaemin on the other hand, noticed the mark on Jeno’s neck and decided to follow him to the kitchen. 

“Nice mark, who’s it from?” Jaemin asked, chuckling and surprising Jeno. 

“Oh, that?” Jeno nervously laughed. 

“Y/n might have needed to feed an-” “She feed? On you?” Jaemin asked, annoyed.

“and on your neck, of all places.” Jaemin scuffed. 

“Jaemin, it was the only way to help her!” Jeno defended. 

“Where was Hana?” Jaemin asked. 

“And what about your wrist veins? They’re not good enough?” He added. 

“She hasn’t even feed on me yet, and I’m her boyfriend, well not since she transitioned anyway!” Jaemin yelled as Jeno took a deep breath. 

“Look, you’re like a brother to me! I would never let her feed off me if it wasn’t important! Do you really think so low of me? Hana was freaking out and asked me to do it since she was shaking too much and in the panic, she just fed!” Jeno defended. 

That’s when Jaemin finally regained his senses. Jeno wouldn’t have let her feed if it wasn’t important. Jaemin knew Jeno still had feelings for you, but he respected your and Jaemin’s relationship, he wouldn’t try and ruin it. Not when he and Jeno have gotten so close. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have gotten mad, maybe i’m just the crazy impulsive vampire fell in love with his brother's girl, well ex-girl" Jaemin sighed “Hey, it’s okay.” Jeno said as he patted the chair for them to sit down.

“It’s normal for you to have that reaction. I heard feeding off of each other can be intimate, and I know you know that I still like y/n, but I would never try something on her, not while I know she’s dating my best bro.” Jeno said. 

“I’m your best bro?” Jaemin said, acting flustered. 

“Yes, and besides. She’s now your girl, you’re allowed to get crazy over her, it’s sometimes encouraged!” Jeno laughed as Jaemin smiled and hugged him. 

“I’m sorry.” They both said to each other before going back to their rooms.

Meanwhile

“At least she hasn’t killed anyone, at least she hasn’t killed anyone, at least she hasn’t killed anyone, at least she hasn’t killed anyone.”

The words repeated and repeated in your head as the image played. Before you knew it, you heard a voice calling out for you. 

“Kitten, turn it off.” 

a/n: so,...now you know

also yes i used the “the crazy impulsive vampire fell in love with his brother's girl” quote, I had to. I JUST HAD TO. Also, an explanation for 1) the man in the hood, 2) the prophesy, 3) what y/n’s parents were 4) Olor and even a name for the main antagonist (one of, anyway), but who is Richard actually? Theory, anyone?

and I know ya’ll want haechan, he’s the center in the next part so don’t worry!

[robbyrobinson]

OWL HOUSE X CTHULHU MYTHOS (XVI)

The next thing Eda, Lilith, and King knew, they were being escorted into the dungeon whilst still being stronghold by a few of the imperial guards. Nyarlathotep walked in front of them, humming some tune to himself. Once more, he was in his Black Pharaoh form. He turned to look at the prisoners with a half-amused smile. “Be sure to make yourselves at home.”

At the entrance of the dungeon with its large, heavy iron casing, stood Warden Wrath. He gave a slight bow towards the Crawling Chaos to which Nyarlathotep responded to with a wave of his hand. “At ease, Wrath.”  

Wrath examined the prisoners. His yellow button-like lens of his mask lit up. “Eda, the Owl Lady! We meet again.”  

Eda groaned in irritation. “Oh, Titan, not him.”  

Nyarlathotep smirked and tried to stifle a laugh. “I take it that you know this woman?”  

“Yes, my lord; the Owl Lady was the one that always escaped my clutches! Yet for as much as I desired her, she always rejected my advances.”  

He walked up to Eda and morphed his hand into a bouquet of flowers. He held it in front of Eda’s face. “Perhaps now that there is no escape, you could change your mind?”  

Before Eda could reply, Nyarlathotep broke the two up. While his smile was still visible on his face, he tapped his finger against the side of a wall. The sound of his finger echoed through the walls in a dry, hollow thrust. Warden Wrath immediately backed away. Nyarlathotep’s glare never faltered.  

“The human girl is essential in my plans; what would you think would happen if she knew that you laid a finger on her mentor? Need I remind you of the punishment that could transpire for your insolence?”  

Warden Wrath held his hands up. “Yes, my lord. Forgive me.”  

“You are forgiven; now show the three guests to their room.”  

Warden Wrath and the guards took the prisoners and tossed them into a glass cage. Once all three were in, the bindings that were placed on their limbs were removed. When the last guard exited the cage, the door was sealed shut with a wave of the guard’s finger. Nyarlathotep took a chair and propped it down to sit on it. His smile widening to the point of wrapping around the sides of his head, he crossed his leg and held a cup. Almost on cue, another guard arrived on the scene and poured a liquid into it. Nyarlathotep grasped the head of the cup and brought it to his lips.  

“What is your game, Nyarlathotep?” Eda asked.

The glass clicked against the Crawling Chaos’ teeth. He brought the cup down and sighed. “I really love this apple blood you witches brew; maybe moreso than the typical games I engineer.”  

“What are you planning on doing to us?” King said.

“You are all much too valuable to threaten,” Nyarlathotep stated, “it’s really the most mundane of gambits, but I am keeping you all hostage for as long as I like.”

Eda knelt down and clasped some of the shackles. She then made an unprovoked dash towards the glass. The cuffs slammed against the cage. Instead of doing what she had hoped, sparks of white lightning struck her and propelled her back to the ground. The walls jiggled from the magic that composed them. Once the gelatinous walls settled down, the cage regained its still composure. Eda tried it again only to be met with the same result.  

“What is this?” Lilith inquired. She casually poked her finger on the wall only to draw it back when a surge of lightning shocked her. She clutched her other hand over that one.  

“It is a wall that was created by some alchemist using some of my dark magic,” Nyarlathotep explained. “Any normal magic you witches could dish out will only bounce off it. It has the additional benefit of absorbing the magic and blows of other people making it three times as strong as it initially was.”  

“That can’t be true,” Eda denied, “every cage can be broken...just takes effort.”  

Nyarlathotep got up from his chair and rubbed his chin. “It isn’t like you can do much; I sense that your magic bile sac is faulty.”  

“For your explanation, if you must know that I ended up using it in order to save Luz.”  

Lilith looked down at the floor. She really wished that she could forget driving her sister to that point, but what was done was done. There was little inconceivable way that Eda would be able to perform magic again through the biological way.  

“Even if you and your sister, hypothetically speaking of course, transform into your beastly forms, that will not be enough to free you from that cage. Unless...”  

Eda’s eyebrow arched. “Unless what?”  

“You and your sister can always align yourself with me; I can remove your curses if you so please.”  

Eda turned her head in disgust. “Forget it; I am not going to agree to that deal especially because your little pet project lied to my sister about promising to remove my curse.”  

“Of course, he was unable to remove it; he represents only a sliver of my power. If he was able to cure anyone of their ailment, it would only be a temporary fix for a temporary situation. But once I have the Necronomicon in my possession, I can remove your little curse if in return you become my acolytes.”  

“I said no, Nyarlathotep. I will not spend the remainder of my days serving you until the Boiling Isles crumbles away.”  

Nyarlathotep sighed in disappointment. “Very well then; I may as well should just leave you condemned to your tragic fate.”  

The Black Pharaoh snapped his fingers not taking his eyes off the cage. In walked in Kikimora with a plate in her hand. On it was a silver cloche to conceal the contents within. She made a slight bowing gesture to Nyarlathotep and directed one of the guards to create a hole big enough to slide the plate into it.  

“What are you doing now?” Lilith asked in confusion.  

King grabbed the cloche and pulled it away. Underneath the plate were three sandwiches comprised of peanut butter and jelly. The crust of the bread was cut away leaving only the whiteness of the loaves. The three eyed the sandwiches suspiciously before directing their attention back to Nyarlathotep. He sat back down and drank more apple blood from his cup.  

“You may want to eat that,” he said.  

“You can go to Hell for all we care,” Eda declared.  

“Hell? Aw that’s cute,” said Nyarlathotep in a chuckle. “But I do insist on eating those sandwiches; it could may as well be the last time that you eat something in your life.”  

“You likely laced them with some...alien drug,” Eda said, “we do not want anything to do with your sandwich or you.”  

Nyarlathotep shrugged. “No skin off my back then; the clock is ticking.”  

He waved his index finger back and forth as a visual metaphor. “The Day of Unity is just about to take wing.”  

“You always say things on Day of Unity this; Day of Unity that. What exactly are you detailing?” Eda asked aloud.  

“It comes in two forms: first, my servant, Belos, wanted me to specifically destroy the Earth for his cause. I will admit that while I hate the idea of him gaining free will away from my control, he did keep the Isles nice and tidy while I was on temporary leave. I will do such once I regain my full power.”  

Eda tensed up. Her blood ran cold; shivers went up her spine. “Why does he want that?”  

“It is a very interesting story he told me: the reason he hates the Earth so much has to do with him being a temporary parent of sorts.”  

Eda sat down with her sister and King. “A parent? Belos?”  

She turned to look at Lilith. Lilith shrugged her shoulders expressing the same confusion that her younger sister was showing. “Belos never mentioned having any children.”  

Nyarlathotep laughed. “I would suspect not; one day, some human girl found herself wondering in the Boiling Isles along with scraps of metal and other things coming from the human realm.”  

“There were more portal keys out there?” Eda asked.

“I am certain that there were at least a few keys aside from the one that you had in your possession; whatever means she came here, Belos saw some potential in raising the child as a mentor. The child was always kept away in the deeper parts of his kingdom where he bestowed some of his power to her whilst keeping her being a human a top secret. The old man taught her every kind of magic there was under some belief that she would likely continue in his footsteps.”  

King was ripping his teeth into one of the PB&J sandwiches and shoveling large chunks into his mouth. “Wvell, hwhat rappened?”  

“She started to realize the corruption he was poisoning the Boiling Isles with, and she fought against him. Before she vanished, she left Belos in such a bloodied, beaten state, he swore to have his vengeance. From the way he described the beating he was delivered, Belos can now barely hold it together. Give or take a year and a half, I am quite certain that he would be shuffling off the mortal coil soon. With no heir to succeed him, this may as well spell the end of the coven system.”  

The three prisoners looked at each other whilst mentally trying to figure out what human girl would have even dreamed of defeating Belos and leaving him in a near-death state for the rest of his rule.  

Luz and Amity were arriving to Earth at a skyrocketing speed, the pressure of the air around them smacking into them. The brown rat was already further down and using the streams of cloud as a surfboard. Hypnos was following closely behind. Unlike the two girls who flailed their arms against the winds, Hypnos gracefully floated through the mist, his arms pinned squarely on his sides.  

“No fair, how can you do this?” Luz asked.

“Tons of experience, and...lots of drugs,” Hypnos bluntly stated.

“Oh.”  

The two turned back to glaring at the brown rat. “I have the tiniest inkling of where he is going.”  

“Where?” Amity asked.

“Let me confiscate the rat, and you can find me then,” Hypnos stated.  

Hypnos’ astral body curved in the air and jetted down like a heat-seeking missile. It was now just Amity and Luz plunging towards the Earth. Amity’s eyes were open in small squints. The pressure bounced off her eyes shifting them behind the back of her head. She grabbed onto Luz’s hand for dear life hoping that with her combined strength, they could slow down the speed with which they were free falling.  

She looked up at the sky seeing the portal that they had just leaped from. She could hardly believe it: she was now in another realm filled with alien tech her little mind couldn’t even bear to understand. Naturally, she knew that the Earth existed because Luz was a denizen of that world. But never in her imagination or calculations could have prepared her to the implication of a multiverse. The scenarios were limitless: in one, Amity could have been the one who was not born with magic whereas Luz was. She could likely be some other species on another world with a completely different personality. Perhaps there was one where she and Luz..she couldn’t finish that thought due to her feeling the warmness of her cheeks.  

“Amity, is the motion sickness making you sick?” Luz asked.

Amity shook her head to keep her thoughts at bay. “Oh...no. No, I’m fine.”  

She yelped when Luz placed her forehead onto hers. “Are you sure, Amity? Your head feels warm.”  

“Pfft...I’m fine, hahahaha...who’s Amity?”  

Amity’s oddness aside, Luz shrugged her shoulders. “Anyway, we should probably brace ourselves.”  

She pointed to the ground which was now within reach. “Makes me wish Hypnos considered giving us parachutes.”  

Amity was confused. “Par-A-what now?”  

“Whatever, get ready...set....”  

Luz wrapped her arms around the witch girl’s waist. The pupils in Amity’s eyes shrunk. “L-Luz!?”  

Before she could say anything, the air tightened around the two as they faced the full brunt of the fall.  

[giorgio52fan]

Mihai Eminescu

(January 15, 1850 - June 15, 1889)

Today marks 171 years since the birth of Mihai Eminescu.

I know that all the sites have filled the Internet with articles about his biography and some of his works, but I think that for a blog that promotes education in Romania it is imperative to continue appreciating the most important figure of Romanian literature in the nineteenth century. century, also nicknamed "The Morning Star of Romanian Poetry ".

What do I wish you, sweet Romania What do I wish you, sweet Romania, my land of glory, my land of longing? Nervous arms, weapon of strength, To your great past, great future! Boil come in cups, foam the cup, If your sons are proud I feed them; Because the rock remains, although the wave dies, Sweet Românie, that's what I wish you. ...

Biography of Mihai Eminescu :

Mihai Eminescu was born in Botoşani, being the seventh of the 11 children of Gheorghe Eminovici and Raluca Eminovici, born Juraşcu. He spent his childhood in Botoșani and Ipotești.

He attended school in Chernivtsi, between 1858 and 1866. After graduating from the 4th grade, he took 2 high school classes. Starting with 1866, the first literary manifestations of Eminescu appear.

On January 12, 1866, after the death of his Romanian language teacher, Aron Pumnul, he and his colleagues published the pamphlet, " Lăcrămioarele invăţăceilor gymnasţi ". " At the tomb of Aron Pumnul " was the first published poem, under the name of M. Eminovici, among almost 500 poems and prose.

At the tomb of Aaron the Fist Dress in mourning, beautiful Bukovina, With green cypress-ancient belt your forehead; C-now from your golden and serene pleiad A star has gone out, a light has gone out, A white star has gone out! ...

In February, 1866, he debuted in the magazine " Familia ", by Iosif Vulcan, with the poem " De-aş avea ". Iosif Vulcan calls him Mihai Eminescu for the first time, and later, the other members of his family will use this name as well.

Eminescu's first poem - If I had If I had a flower Proud, sweet, rapacious, Like the flowers of May, Sweet daughter of a plai, Plai laughing with green grass, What swings, gets lost, Waving softly, Whispering whispers of love;

For three years, he practiced the profession of blower and copyist for roles in Iorgu Caragiali's troupe, then as blower and copyist at the National Theater. He continues to publish poems, dramas and fragments of novels in the magazine " Familia ". At the same time, he translates from German.

Between 1869 and 1862, he studied at the Faculty of Philosophy and Law in Vienna, but also participated in the courses of other faculties. In Vienna he met Veronica Micle and became friends with Ioan Slavici. In " Memories ", Slavici said of his friend that: "As soon as he received the money from home, he bought his books and, for a few days, no one saw him. He would take her to the coffee he had cooked in the alcohol machine and in the sausages he had bought in a hurry. Although he cared a lot about his library, the need forced him to start selling some of the books he read at the antique shops and he ended up having no more coffee, he spent days without eating and asked for one more pie from one, more from another. He never took notes, but when he received the money from home the first thought was to pay his debts and it was impossible to forget someone .

Also now, he starts collaborating with " Literary Conversations " and makes his debut, as a publicist, in the newspaper " Albina ", from Pesta.

Between 1872 and 1874, he studied for two semesters in Berlin to obtain a doctorate in philosophy, supported by a scholarship, awarded by Junimea. However, he does not take the exams and returns to the country.

Between 1874 and 1877, in Iași, he became director of the Central Library, substitute teacher, school auditor for Iaşi and Vaslui counties and editor of the newspaper " Curierul de Iaşi ". The collaboration with " Literary Conversations " continues. She befriends Ion Creangă, whom she introduces to Junimea .

In 1877, he moved to Bucharest, where he was editor, then editor-in-chief of the newspaper " Timpul ". He carries out an exceptional publishing activity, but his health deteriorates. Now he writes his successful poems ( Letters , Luceafărul , etc.).

Letter I When with weary eyelashes the breath in the candle jumps, Only the clock follows the long path, For the curtains to one side when you give them, and in the room The moon pours over all its voluptuous flame, She from the night of remembrance an eternity- The whole paincomes out, but we all feel like we are dreaming. ...

Luceafarul Once upon a time, like in a fairy tale, It was like never before, From great royal relatives, A too beautiful girl. And she was one to her parents And proud in all things, Like the Virgin among the saints And the moon among the stars. ...

In June 1883, overworked, the poet became seriously ill. He was hospitalized at Dr. Şuţu's hospital, then at an institute near Vienna. In December, he published the volume " Poems ", with a preface and texts selected by Titu Maiorescu (it is the only volume printed during Eminescu's life).

In the years 1883-1889, Eminescu wrote very little or practically nothing.

Mihai Eminescu died on June 15, 1889, in the health house of Dr. Şuţu. He is buried in Bucharest, in the Bellu cemetery.

I have one more longing I have one more longing: In the silence of the evening Let me die At the edge of the sea; ...

The complete works of Mihai Eminescu:

Works, vol. I, Poems printed during life ;

Works, vol. II, Poems printed during life ;

Works, vol. III, Poems printed during life ;

Works, vol. IV, Posthumous Poems ;

Works, vol. V, Posthumous Poems ;

Works, vol. VI, Popular literature ;

Works, vol. VII, Literary prose ;

Works, vol. VIII, Original and translated theater ;

Works, vol. IX, Publicistics 1870-1877, Albina, Familia, Federațiunea, Convorbiri literare, Curierul de Iași;

Works, vol. X, Journalism , November 1, 1887-February 15, 1890, Time;

Works, vol. XI, Journalism , February 17 - December 31, 1880, Time;

Works, vol. XII, Journalism , January 1-December 31, 1881, Time;

Works, vol. XIII, Publicistics , 1882-1883, 1888-1889, Timpul, România liberă, Fîntîna Blanduziei;

Works, vol. XIV, Philosophical, historical and scientific translations . Huruzaki. Rötscher. Kant. Leskien. Bopp. Articles and excerpts;

Works, vol. XV, Fragmentarium , Addendum to the edition;

Works, vol. XVI, Correspondence . Documentary;

A volume from M. Eminescu's intimate correspondence, about Veronica Micle, My Sweet Lady / My Beloved Emin .

" When I think of you, my eyes fill with tears and I can't find words to tell you what I've told you a thousand times: that I love you… Dear Veronica, we weren't too happy in a world in which happiness cannot exist? Is there enough room in this world for as much love as we have? Is not our love an anomaly in the order of the things of the world, an anomaly for which we should be punished? Does our love and suffering fit into a world where bass, envy, and evil reign everywhere and forever ? ”

My sweet Lady / My beloved Emin