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linogram · 4 years
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either a fire alarm went off and woke me up or i dreamed it and woke myself up
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thesappiestnap · 3 years
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high techno!?? high cuddly techno hugs?? techno is a radiator ple ase philza has a Special garden in his basement
djdidkdjdidjdjdjnd ily "anon" so take my brain dump as a gift, like a slimey goop plopped directly into your hands <3
also i'm writing techno as a beefy human shifter cause 😎
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techno didn't care much when phil started his "special" garden, he thought it was kinda funny, more than anything. plus, it was small, phil had told him it was more for the memories of his younger years, but suggested it for any pain he might have. and phil had stopped complaining about his achy shoulder since he started smoking the herbs. and, well, techno had been having the occasional migraine ever since that anvil got dropped on him, even if the totem had saved him.
so now techno was sitting on the floor of his house, staring at steve with a foggy mind. phil hadn't been joking when he said getting high was a new experience. where'd phil go? off flirting with death. no, really, he had wandered out for a little bit to go talk to his wife, although techno didn't quite understand what that meant still. that's fine though, steve was laying in front of him, and he was very soft and warm, so nothing else really mattered. and it was so quiet. the voices were quiet, only the occasional word or phrase slipping into his consciousness. it was nice.
meanwhile, you were out in the snow, freezing from the little flurry that was now sticking to your clothes. maybe you should've asked techno through the comms to do the trade closer to the warmer climate, since you didn't exactly have the clothes meant for this weather. but nooo, you didn't want to bother him to come all the way out. now you were paying for it, as your jacket did next to nothing against the cold breeze. for the love of dreamxd, you hoped techno would actually be willing to trade.
finally, you arrived to the cottage, gently knocking on the door with stiff knuckles. you heard the "HEH?" called out at the same moment you noticed a slight strange smell. you let him know that it's you, hearing no response. that seemed unusual. you call his name again, getting another "HEH?" in reply. you ask if you can come in and he just answers with an "i guess".
the room is still slightly smokey, and as you look at the pink-haired man half-draped over the polar bear, his eyes slightly reddened and unfocused as he looks at you, you understand.
"what're you doin' here?" he asks you, sitting up a little, his legs shifting from splayed out to crisscrossed.
"uh.... i wanted to do a trade, but i guess it's a, uh... bad time?"
"oh. yeah, phil gave me drugs, i blame him. kinda cool though, real quiet in the head," he asentuates his point with a tap on his temple.
"ah." well. this was a bit awkward now. but you also didn't want to trek all the way back out just yet. even thinking about it, you shivered, crossing your arms over your chest.
"you look like a chihuahua, shakin' there like that. close the door. you should've brought a better coat," he says, sighing as he gives up appearances in front of you and sinks backwards into steve's fur again, earning a soft grunt.
"didn't have one. not all of us live in the middle of snowy tundras, you know," you quipped back, making sure to sound grumpy even though you gratefully shut the door to block out the wind, coming further inside towards the fireplace.
"i suppose, but i'm the one with a polar bear, so i win," techno mumbled, sinking down a little, letting his legs untangle to steady himself in his position.
you hummed softly in agreement, standing closer to the fire, squatting down to hold your hands in front of it. there were some questions, but you decided they didn't need to be answered right now, especially since you techno may not give you a serious answer in the best of times.
glancing over at him, your eyes wandered over his tangled hair, loose for once from its braid and draping around his shoulders like a cape. his glasses were slightly skewed on his nose, his shirt slightly undone at the top. it was certainly a difference to the put together image he typically maintained. his eyes were closed, and he looked so peaceful, a little younger than the battleworn warrior he usually was. and he looked so warm. his thick torso and beefy arms, they looked like they could hug you so tight...
a little lost in your thoughts, you didnt realize for a moment that one of his eyes had opened, and he was now looking back at you questioningly.
"can i hug you?" blurted from your lips before you could stop them. your face heated up slightly as you stammered out, "you- you look warm and it was just really cold out there so it might help warm me up. sorry, that's weird, isn't it?"
techno stared at you, as if debating what to say, for a long moment before a slow, "suuurrreee...." finally came.
you scooted over beside him, hesitantly finding your arms around his torso while he held his arms up like he didn't know what to do with them. as you cuddled closer to him, he slowly and carefully put his arms down, awkwardly placing one against your back, the other going to sit in his lap until he realized how cold your skin really was, and then his hand was on your arm as he chastised you again about your ill preparation for the weather.
but you were just thinking about how right you were about his warmth, and how much better it was than you even thought. unconsciously, you were sinking further into his chest, reveling in how firm yet still soft he felt. and after a few minutes of the fire crackling and steve snoring softly, you could feel him relax slowly as well. you were certainly warming up faster, and your eyelids began to feel heavy....
when phil returned, he found you and techno both fast asleep on the floor, half-laying on steve, curled into each other in a happy little cuddle. he couldn't help but smile happily, and maybe he took a quick picture to show ranboo later before closing the door gently behind him. he could already tell his crowd were going to rat him out on the picture, but he didn't mind much, as he put a copy of it on his wall.
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jiilys · 4 years
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good crimes
also on ao3
//
Lily Evans to Sirius Black: do u think i should get a fringe
Sirius Black: depends if u want james to fuck you again
Lily Evans: harsh
Lily Evans: a fringe wont effect my GREAT boobs
Lily Evans: ive rung mar im doing it anyway get fucked
Sirius Black: have fun becoming a born again virgin just to spite me
//
“Do you think Jane Austen could’ve written more convincingly about love if she’d been married?”
Sirius, lying on his bed scrolling through Twitter and ignoring Remus’ emails, didn’t look up.
“Jane Assrim?”
“Jane Austen,” Lily flopped onto the bed and made Sirius drop his phone down the side of it. “I’ve just read the most infuriating article”
Sirius, phoneless, not quite ready to let the joke go: “Jane Offramp, did you say?”
“- think you have to married to write about love? Is it a fucking prerequisite? And what does ‘write convincingly about love’ even mean? Like Sense and Sensibility isn’t fucking incredible-”
“That was a good movie.”
Lily turned to him, “I know you read the book.” He had, but only because it was cheaper than getting Lily a birthday present last year.
“He said Sense and Sensibility would’ve been more convincing if Jane was married?”
“Yes. I mean, I’m paraphrasing, but yes.”
“She wasn’t?”
“No. Do you listen when I talk?”
“Not if I can help it.”
“Pity. Maybe then you’d be better at pub quizzes.”
“One time!” Sirius shoved his hand down the side of the bed, grasping for the phone, “One fucking quiz! I’d had eleven gins!”
“It was seven gins”
“Thirteen gins!”
“Seven, at best.” Lily sat up, “I don’t know what to do about this, I’m thinking about scrapping my entire thesis to exclusively write about why this guy sucks one.”
Sirius finally grasped the phone, “That sounds unwise.”
“We won’t know till I’ve tried it.”
“I think we know now.”
“Buzzkill. Go have another gin.”
//
Sirius Black to Lily Evans: you home for dinner tonight
Lily Evans: ill be in
Sirius Black: im going to combine spaghetti and baked beans in a pot and make spaghetti beans  
Lily Evans: im out
Sirius Black: ive bought wine
Lily Evans: back in
//
“You’re not naked in there are you!”
“Why would I be naked?”
Sirius poked his head around the door holding a cup of tea. Lily was sat on the bed, laptop open, fully clothed. He ventured inside. “’Heard Potter and didn’t want to interrupt kinky shit.”
“We’re trying to decide how to email my landlord about mowing the lawn,” James’ voice, crackly, through the laptop, “But if that does it for you Black I’m not judging.” He’s wearing a top that is definitely Remus’ and hasn’t bothered to button it.
“Have you brought me a tea?” Lily asked, sweetly.
“No. I came to ask if you knew where the sieve was and Potter’s out here with his shirt undone like this is a porno.”
“Sorry for turning you on this early.” James said, gleeful.
Lily leant back against her pillows. “Give me the tea and I’ll tell you where the sieve is”
James, the traitor, laughed. Sirius squinted. “Are you kidding.”
Lily held out a hand and after taking a second to weigh his options (leave, sieveless, back at square one or hand over the tea, make a new one, gain sieve). Sirius gave her the mug.
Lily blew on it. “We don’t have a sieve” She said, solemnly, and James howled. Sirius lunged for the tea.
“Kidding!” Lily swooped it out of his reach as James continued to make inhuman noises that were surely annoying at least half of the California population, “Top drawer above the oven!”
//
Unknown to Lily Evans: lill
Unknown: its siriius
Unknown: am out lost phone pls call uber
Lily Evans: where are you
Unknown: nandos on main
Lily Evans: the one where i broke my heel or the one you and james are banned from
Unknown: banned
Lily Evans: number plate is JKY879 u have three minutes  
Unknown: thank u lpve u
//
James Potter to Sirius Black: call me
Sirius Black: you call me
Sirius Black: im not paying three pounds a minute for you to tell me to check my email
James Potter: its not abt emails
James Potter: we’ll bill it to the company
Sirius Black: we are the company
Sirius let the phone ring four times before he picked up. “’Bill it to the company’ are you mad?”
“I’ve literally left a meeting to ring you and you can’t even pick up quickly. What was the name of that guy from that 2014, that investor, hated us-”
“All of them.”
“But he liked Remus-”
“Again, all of them.”
“-had that terrible tie, remember? It had birds on it and his last name was, like, ‘brain’ or something and he got really shitty when we wouldn’t stop going on-“
“Harvey Brain. Pronounced Bry-an” Sirius said, instantly, “We nicked those mints they had in reception.”
“Brilliant. ‘Ring you when I’m out of this.”  
//
“You look terrible” Sirius said to Lily, who did.
“The fringe does not react well to heat.” She opened the fridge and stuck her head inside it.  
Sirius, in a show of great maturity, did not say ‘I told you so’. Lily, who knew he was thinking it, said “Shut up” anyway, so what was the point.
//
Lily Evans to Sirius Black: so help me god. if the dishwasher isnt empty when i get home. i will murder you. actual and full death will come your way
Lily Evans: this is not a joke i will actually kill you sirius
Sirius Black: mark zuckerdick if ur reading these she rlly is threating me
Sirius Black: call mi6
Lily Evans: ill happily go to jail if people empty the dishwasher there  
//
“I need you to come get me-“
Lily sat up, “Who is this?”
“Fuck off” Sirius’ voice, annoyed, vaguely drunk but mostly not, “I know you know”
“I was asleep.”
“You don’t sleep.”
She avoided that. “What happened?”
“Bar. Fight. He started it.”
“Oh really.”
“Believe me, would you?”
“I try but it’s hard seeing as I know you.”
“Don’t tell the boys. I’m in Croydon.”
“Croydon?”
“Don’t start. I’ll pay your cab fare.”
“You won’t”
“I will. Be quick.”
Lily, already with shoes on, “I’m not even out of bed”
“Liar.”
“Do I need bail money?”
“I’m at the hospital”
“What?” Lily’s heart, suddenly in her knees.
“Bruised ribs. It’s nothing. They won’t let me walk out alone.”
“Hospital?-“
“Some snitches. Black eye. It’s nothing. You should-“
“Don’t say ‘see the other guy’-“
“I was going to say ‘see me’ by which I mean hurry up-“
“Ungrateful!” Lily pulled on a fresh shirt, hands reaching for her house keys, “Watch yourself or I won’t come.”
“You bloody will.”
“Yeah.” Reaching for the door handle, “hey-“
“Yeah?”
“No murders?” their dumb code meaning, you good? Meaning: do I have to kill for you? Meaning: I would, just say.
“No murders.”
“See you in forty, don’t say-“
“Speed.”
“Asshole. I hope I get every light.”
//
Lily Evans to we’re not calling the company massivesoft: remus tell potter anytime he wants to talk to me and not my boss i am available
Remus Lupin: isn’t he talking to you??
Lily Evans: he always rings me on the work phone hes been talking to narelle for fifteen minutes  
James Potter: dont be jealous that narelle and i have a special relationship
Lily Evans: didnt think my greatest threat would be my 57 year old boss and yet
Remus Lupin: yeah i had bets on sirius
Sirius Black: honestly me too fuck up narelle
//
“Would it fucking kill you to remember anything-“
“Moony, hold on-“
“I’m serious-“
“Actually I’m-“
“Fucking don’t I swear to Christ-“
Sirius grinned, rubbing sleep out of his eyes, “I forgot, shit- I forgot about the call, I’m sorry.”
Remus sighed, bone-deep and familiar, “I need you on those things. Otherwise I just get-“
“- Walked over.”
“Out-negotiated-“ He sighed again.
Sirius bit his lip, “Did it go well?”
“I rescheduled. I can’t do that shit without you.”
He smiled. “World’s worst lawyer.”
“This is business. It requires a blind confidence and ability to bullshit which-“
“- I contain in multitudes.”
“Look at you, quoting me.”
“If you were any good at business you’d bill me for that.”
Remus snorted. Sirius could picture it, Remus, exhausted, rubbing his face over his computer, almost laughing. “I am sorry about missing the call.”
“I know.” Remus, leaning back against his office chair, head to the ceiling, phone to his ear. Sirius could feel it like a toothache. “It’s bullshit that you’re not here. If you were here I could force you onto the phone.”
“Oh Moony, it’s almost like you miss me.”
“It’s this heat, it’s making me fucking crazy. How are you, anyway? Lil said she’s growing out the fringe due to your bullying.”
//
Sirius Black to Lily Evans: what the fuck is in the fridge
Lily Evans: is this about the bird
Lily Evans: the neighbours cat was eating it!! i had to bring it inside
Lily Evans: the bin was full and we’re out of bags i didn’t know where else to put it
Lily Evans: i thought if i left it out it would start to smell
Lily Evans: I wrapped it up!! i couldn’t just leave it!!
Lily Evans: can’t believe im getting roasted for caring about nature
Sirius Black: was actually talking about the skim milk but glad we got the bird thing out of the way
//
“Mar’s coming round,” Lily said, “She’s bringing wine.”
“I thought you had that test thing.” Sirius was eating sour cream with a spoon right out of the pot.  
“That was today, it went fine. But Nathan sent Mar a follow request on Instagram, then messaged her on Facebook to ask if she’d gotten it.”
“Hence the wine.”
“Yeah, he’s not blessed with your moves.” Two years ago, drunk on New Year’s Eve, Marlene and Sirius had fucked in Remus’ bed. This was a source of constant amusement for everyone, except briefly for Remus while it was occurring.
“What I have can’t be taught.”
“But it can be caught,” Lily took the sour cream out of his hands, “You’re foul. We’re making popcorn.”
//
Lily Evans to Sirius Black: remus just told me what him and james call us
Sirius Black: is it not our names
Lily Evans: the lady and the tramp
Sirius Black: HA
Sirius Black: found my next tattoo
//
“Your party sucks.” Lily said, shutting the sliding door. Inside, she hears a glass break.
“Most of them are your friends.” Sirius, chain-smoking over the balcony, didn’t look over. Lily walked over to stand next to him.
“It’s the music that’s the problem.” Mary’s voice, mixed in with thumping drum and base, seeped under the door, apologising about the glass. The balcony was littered with cigarette butts. “Twenty-three, Black. You’re proper old now.”
“Tell me about it.”
“We need some Springsteen.” She said, which actually meant we need James. “Whose playlist is this? Where’s Born to Run?” Sirius doesn’t say anything.
The horrible thing was, when James had first told her about the Visa issue she’d thought it was funny. It was funny, to everyone, at the time. Sirius, on some USA Visa watchlist because of some prank he’d pulled on this mother at fourteen that grounded two planes and killed four seagulls. Now, in the dark, in this year, it seemed entirely less funny. James and Remus in Silicon Valley, setting up the company for real and Sirius, left behind. Eleven again, still.
He flicked his cigarette to the floor and crushed it with his foot, still hunched over the railing. Lily put her head on his shoulder and hummed the chorus of ‘Hungry Heart’ quietly, and Sirius is pulled back to this year, twenty-three, with broken glass inside the flat, grounded again.
//
James Potter to exclusively business: god this accountant smells like cheese
Sirius Black to exclusively business: that’s not very businessesy
James Potter: ur right
James Potter created the group cheesy accountant
James Potter added Sirius Black, Remus Lupin
Sirius Black: are you seeing the accountant for the business though??
James Potter: god right again
James Potter created the group exclusively cheesy accountant business
James Potter added Sirius Black, Remus Lupin
Remus Lupin: is this why ur in the goddamn bathroom james get back here
Sirius Black: does he smell like cheese moons
Remus Lupin: it is pungent yes
//
“The service here is terrible.” Sirius said, slumping on the counter and looking awful.
“He means can we please have some fries.” Marlene said, looking marginally better, wearing Sirius’ jacket.
“Funny,” Lily skated over, “Didn’t sound like it.”  
Marlene grinned, “Rollerblades day?” Sirius’ head jerked up.
“Jay’s here so Narelle is making us.” Lily said, flatly, and pretended to charge them, “Swipe your card, or something.”
“Every day should be rollerblades day.” Sirius was recovering quickly, “No one rocks The Blades like you do-“
Lily ignored him. “At least pretend to swipe a debt card Mar, what is that?”
Marlene held it up, “My library card.”
“I’m going to start calling you ‘Blades’, recognise your talent-“  
“Go away.” Marlene and Lily said, nearly in unison. Sirius held his hands up and slunk off.
“He was basically in a coma this morning,” Marlene swiped her library card, pretended to type a pin, “I had to drag him here, this is giving me an error notice by the way.”
“Stop pressing buttons, was it a good night?”
“It was alright. I lost him” she jerked her thumb to Sirius, collapsed against a table, “But ended up seeing him later. Wish you were there- I think I’ve broken this machine. It won’t give me my card back-“
“Christ, how have you done this-“
“Me? It’s your machine-“
“When are you even at the library-“
“Are you saying I can’t read-“
“What? When did I say that-“
“I’ll pull this side, you pull the other-“
“That is a terrible idea-“
“Ready?”
Sirius, appearing from nowhere, yanked the card out in one swift motion and presented it to Marlene. “McKinnon, I didn’t know you couldn’t read.”
//
Lily Evans to James Potter: you awake
James Potter: its two over there go to bed
Lily Evans: yeah yeah
Lily Evans: wanna hear my voice
James Potter: god yeah
James Potter: give me two minutes im about to go through a tunnel ill ring you
Lily Evans: see you on the other side
Lily Evans: ‘god yeah’
Lily Evans: you wont get this till ur out of the tunnel but shit im mad for you
//
Lily hit Sirius in the face with her bag strap, “Wake up.”
He didn’t flinch or open his eyes, “What?”
“Jesus, you’re not even asleep.”
“Yes I am.”
“Liar. Get up, you said you’d come with me to this thing.”
“The Masters mixer?”
Lily rolled her eyes, “It’s a mixer-“
“- a Masters mixer-“
“- for Masters students. There is no need to give it a name.”
“But ’Master’s mixer’ rolls right off the tongue.”
“Get up-“ Lily hit him with her bag this time, “You said you’d come-“
“Ow-“ eyes open now, “Those things suck, everyone always thinks we’re dating.”
“I’ll tell them you’re my brother.”
“That’ll never work, I’m way better looking than you.”
Lily turned away, “Right, you’re uninvited-“
“Hey!” Sirius’ arm shot out, grabbed her wrist.
“I’m Masters Mixing without you-“
“You said I could go!”
“Invitation rescinded.”
“Come on! I’ll wear a tie!”
Lily looked smug, “You are so predictable.”
“Please,” Sirius sat up, “You’d be so bored without me there.”
Lily, who would be, said: “I’ll say you’re my step-brother”
“You can still date your step-brother.”
“Not with a clear conscience, you can’t. Get up, I’ve rung a cab.”
//
Sirius Black to Lily Evans: sleep nutty professor
Lily Evans: just had major breakthrough with The Thesis i cant
Lily Evans: also tell the girl/guy/person ur with to not drink all the milk tmrw theres barely any  
//
Sirius, stationed outside the Lily’s room, banged on the door again. “C’mon Evans!”
James, distantly, from the phone hung by Sirius’s leg. “Maybe she’s not in”
Sirius put the phone back to his ear, “I know she’s in,” He continued to bang but returned to James, “Does this mean you guys are going to be meeting Bill Gates?”
“Dunno. I guess it’s his money so, like, maybe? Oh God-“
“If you met Bill Gates without me I’m going to be so fucking pissed-“
“How could we met him with you you’re in London-“
“EVANS! OPEN UP! WE HAVE MONEY NEWS!” Sirius returned to the phone, “You’ll probably get a picture with the ghost of Steve Jobs or something, God, I’m already annoyed about it.”
“If we met Steve Jobs’ ghost I promise to put him in a jar and send him home.”
“You had better-“ Sirius, who had paused in his banging to finish the Steve-Jobs-ghost threat, could hear something coming from the other side of the door. Music, played just low enough for someone who didn’t want people outside to be able to hear. “She’s playing the Sense and Sensibility Soundtrack.”
“What?” James’ whole tone changed, “Is she alright?”
Sirius banged again, “Evans!” Nothing. She turned the volume down.
“Are you sure its Sense and Sensibility?” James, insistent.
“Of-course it is.” Sirius banged on the door again, “Evans, What’s wrong?” No answer.
“Do you think there’s any chance it’s because I look a little bit like Hugh Grant and she hasn’t seen me in eight months?” He sounded a little desperate.
Sirius snorted. “You do not look like Hugh Grant.”
“Sirius-“
“Honest to God, do you actually think you look like Hugh Grant?”
“Would you-“
“Total opposites, honestly, never looked less like a person-”
“Sirius,” James cut him off, “Something might be really wrong, you have to let me talk to her.”
“Oi, Lil!” Sirius called, “Do you think James looks like Hugh Grant?”
A voice, thick, from behind the door: “Fuck no.”
Sirius knocked again, politely, letting the phone drop to his side (James, distantly: “I said a little, put Lil on, Christ-“). Lily opened the door, face red, puffy eyes, hand gripping the door edge.
Sirius stared, James forgotten. “What happened.”
“Petunia is engaged.” Lily’s voice, raw and wrong, “To Vernon. Eliza Hunt told me at the supermarket.”
Sudden flashes of Petunia, the only time he’d ever met her, sat in the back of Lily’s twenty-first, pinched and whispering. “Whose Eliza Hunt?” This seems as good a thing to say as any.
“Our old neighbour. She got an invite to their engagement party last week.” She sniffed, rubbed a hand over her face. Sirius couldn’t think of anything to say, except that he wanted to throw Petunia into a very deep ocean.
“What’s the news?” Lily asked. She looked so tired. He cannot remember the last time she’d slept.
“Bill Gates’ foundation is giving us a ton of money and James is going to post me Steve Jobs’ ghost.”
Faintly, Lily smiled. “Is the money to buy the ghost?”
“Nah he’s going to steal that, moneys for the business.” She smiled again, stronger. Jackpot. Sirius handed the phone to her, James’ voice barely audible. She reached for it, and he gripped it tightly, only for a minute. “Hey.” She looked at him, red eyes, hand out-stretched. He can read her backwards.
��I’m good.” she said. He kept looking.
“No murders?”
“Yeah,” half-smile, “No murders.”
//
Remus Lupin to Lily Evans: tell him to check his fucking emails im going fucking feral
Lily Evans: will do
Lily Evans: he says so be it  
//
“Keira Knightley’s in it.”
“Is it Pirates of the Caribbean?”
“No-“
“Why isn’t it? Let’s watch Pirates of the Caribbean” Sirius, lying across the couch, kept throwing remote in the air.
“Just because you think you look like Orlando Bloom-“
“I do look like him-“
“Only if you shut your eyes and drop acid-“
“Hey-“
“We are not watching Pirates of the Caribbean again. You’ll like Atonement, I promise, it’s like an epic war love story-“
“So like Pirates of the Caribbean but without-“
“- He’s not your twin-“
“My twin-“
Lily rolled her eyes, considered pushing his legs off her lap, didn’t: “You can’t only watch films because you look a little like one of the actors.”
“So you do think I look like him!”
“No I said think you look like-“
“You said ‘look a little like’! Ha!”
Lily pushed his legs off her lap. “If you look like Orlando Bloom then I look like Molly Ringwald.”
“Nah, you know who you look like,” Sirius tilted his head, “The kid from Finding Nemo with the braces. The one who holds the fish in a bag.”
“Oh my God-“
“Only a little-“
“You suck. You fully suck.” Lily was laughing.
“Let’s watch Finding Nemo! See your twin for a change-“
“You’re pushing it now.”
“Fine, maybe twin is a little strong. Cousin.”
“Second cousin. And you and Orlando could be, like, half-brothers if I have two beers and squint.”
“I’ll take it.”
//
Sirius Black to Lily Evans: what the fuck
Sirius Black: evans its three
Lily Evans: sorry i dropped a tray promise ill b quieter
Lily Evans: dont worry im not making brownies again
Sirius Black: thank god those were shit
Lily Evans: fuck you
Sirius Black: you were the one that put them in the bin
Lily Evans: go to bed judas
//
“We’re trying to stay positive.”
“I’m not trying that hard.” Sirius confessed, and Lily punched him on the arm before going back to the phone.
“We’re just waiting for the locksmith. If we still had a spare this wouldn’t be happening, but-“
“If you took your keys!-“
Lily punched him again, and Sirius groaned and fell back against the grass.
Over the phone, Marlene finally composed herself. “You two are tragic. Come ‘round and sleep here.”
“Can’t, we said we’d wait around. You could come here though.”
“And lie on the lawn in the middle of the night with you and Mr Positive? I’ll pass.”
“Hey, Sirius,” Lily held the phone away from her ear, “I think that’s an ant’s nest.”
Sirius leapt up so quickly he almost hovered in the air. He stared at the empty ground, wide eyed, before turning back to Lily, who was laughing so hard she’d dropped the phone.
“Oh, very funny, you’re hilarious. McKinnon,” he picked up the phone, “You’ve got to get over here, I’m going to kill Evans and I need you to call the cab to move the body.”
//
Sirius Black to Lily Evans: ive bought eggs and cheese
Lily Evans: ur cooking tonight so looking forward to the meal of cheesy eggs
Lily Evans: sirius im kidding please dont make that
Lily Evans: sirius
//
Lily took the phone and didn’t even say hello, “You’ve got to stop ringing,” she said, meaning none of it, “Narelle really thinks you’re on the verge of investing. It’s not on.”
“Hey, I always say I’m ‘thinking about’ investing,” James pointed out, “I could be thinking about anything. I’m thinking about finishing my engineering degree, I’m thinking about ringing my mother, I’m thinking about investing in your diner-”
“it’s not my diner-“
“it will be when I invest in it. One of my stipulations.”
“Wouldn’t that be buying the diner?”
“Don’t get all technical on me, Evans.”
“Apologises. You were saying you were going to give me the diner.”
“Yes, what a great boyfriend I am.”
“You’d be even better if you just gave me the money.” Lily spun the phone cord around her finger, grinning as James laughed.
“C’mon, I’d let you rename it and everything. ‘Lily’s’ has a ring to it.”
“Unoriginal.”
“What would you call it?”
“I dunno. ‘Star Wars’ or something. Get some publicity off the lawsuit.”
“Moony would defend you.”
“Ah yes, with his degree in financial law.”
“I didn’t say he’d be any good at it.”
Lily smiled. “How’s California?”
“Boring without you guys.”
“Don’t let Remus hear you say that.”
“Eh, he’d say the same.” James paused, “Sirius alright?”
Flashes of Sirius, flushed, spread on the carpet, What if everyone was right? Head lolling, party over, I don’t know where I’m going. I thought I’d know.
“Yeah. Last night he tried to make you guys a Wikipedia page.”
James snorted, “He’s been trying to do that since high school.”
“Don’t say ‘he’ like you weren’t also trying.”
James, again, grinning. She can tell from an ocean away. “You sleeping?”
“With other people? No.”
“Thank god for that, but really. My sources say you’re even more awake than usual.”
“Sirius doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”
“My sources are actually highly knowledgeable.”
“But still can’t make a Wikipedia page.” He doesn’t say anything, and Sirius is such a traitor. He has him worried. “I’m fine, really. Just a bit of a weird one. I’m going to sort it out.” She meant it.
“Okay. Don’t be pissed off at my sources, Marlene also ratted you out.”
“Terrible mates.” Lily lied.
“Yeah, worse luck, having people give a shit about you. Just wait till you own the diner, then they’ll only want you for your money.”
“Tell me about it, why do you think I’m with you?” And again, miles away, he laughed.
//
Lily Evans to crab on the cob: sirius just started doing karaoke
Remus Lupin: I didn’t know byo’s did karaoke
Lily Evans: neither did the owner
Lily Evans: the whole byo is now singing take on me
Lily Evans: we’re doing mamma mia next
//
Lily tapped on the window and Sirius, smoking outside, swung around. She pointed to other side of the bar, past the people, where Marlene and Nathan were grossly making out against the pinball machine. Sirius made a face, stamped out his cigarette, and went inside.
“Christ, you can see the tongue from here.” He took the beer out of Lily’s hand and drank some, “No respect for the festivities.”
“At least someone is getting some.”
“Aw, Lil,” he nudged her arm, “I’ll hook up with you if you want.”
“I’d rather eat glass, but thanks though.”
“Anytime.”
She took her beer back from him. Mary, a few feet in front of them, was drinking a ghastly pink thing that James used to call flamingo piss, and talking to Diner Natalie (as Sirius called her) about Love Island. Narelle, who had gotten wind of the party, was standing by the counter arguing with the bartender about the peanuts on offer.
“Twenty-three Evans,” Sirius said, echoing her, “You’re proper old now.”
“Still younger than you though.”
“Funny how that works.” He took her beer again. She couldn’t remember when they had started drinking the same brand. It had been such a long year, but next month the boys would be home for three weeks and this morning James had sent flowers and Remus a vase, and Sirius said he’d pay the water bill so technically it was a three-way gift. You could practically hear Remus’ eyeroll through the phone. They were too good to be believed.
“’Glad I live with you.” Sirius said, suddenly, holding her now finished beer. “You’re- I’m just glad. I’m glad it’s you.”
Lily looked at him, “Me too.” She said, and squeezed his wrist. He knocked a hand against her thigh. This was the real gift.
“Offer to hook up still stands.”
Lily laughed, “You know, if you think about it you’re one hook up removed from Nathan.”
“What?”
“You fucked Mar, Mar is now getting felt up by Nathan. That’s, like, one degree of separation. I’m not getting with anyone whose gotten with Nathan-“
“Okay, wow, I have not gotten with- wow, this is low, I’m being nice and you’re out here saying I’ve fucked Nathan-“
“Hey, no judgement and no murders and all that, but I have ground rules-“
Sirius, laughing, “I hate you. That’s my ground rule.”
Lily, singing: “And happy birthday to meee-“
“God, get away from me. I can’t believe I’ve accidentally hooked up with Nathan.”
“Maybe getting me another beer would make you feel better.”
“Wow, you’re always looking out for me huh?”
“You know it. Make sure it’s chilled, would you?”  
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neo-obidala · 4 years
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The Nature of Evil
So....I woke up in the middle of the night with but one thought in my head. What if Obi-Wan was a padawan during Order 66? And thus, this AU was born. 
AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25997875
There was something wrong. So terribly wrong. The force screamed in agony all around Obi-Wan as he sat crouched in a hall, checking over his shoulder obsessively. They had descended upon the temple not even an hour past. Clones, led by a cloaked figure shrouded in darkness so thick it clung to all life around it, choking and smothering. Obi-Wan knew how un-jedi like it was, but he was utterly terrified. As soon as the small army had crossed the once hallow threshold, they'd unleashed a barrage of blaster fire upon everything that moved. This, mixed with the wicked flash of a blue lightsaber would forever haunt the young padawan.
Smoke stung at his eyes as he peered around the corner. With bated breath, Obi-Wan watched as a small initiate was back into a corner by three clone troopers. Upon further inspection, Obi-Wan's chest tightened to find he recognized the small, dark haired human boy. Darin, his name was Darin. Obi-Wan had seen him around, especially in the archives, ever the studious young Jedi initiate. The force thrummed around them as the clones drew closer, like a hunter to its prey. It was cruel, Obi-Wan decided, for the clones to prolong Darin's seemingly inevitable fate. But then again. What was he himself doing, running around and hiding. They were bound to find him sooner or later.
He threw himself back around the corner and squeezed his eyes shut, stifling a choked sob as the sound of blasters echoed through the corridor. Darin didnt even have time to scream, Obi-Wan realized in a stuttering heartbeat.He had to get out of there. He had to get out of the temple, or else they would find him and they would kill him too.
Pulling himself together, Obi-Wan stealthily darted across the hall while the clones still had their backs to him as one nudged Darin's body with his foot. Struggling not to choke on his tears and the guilt of not having his saber, of being unable to stop the clones from killing Darin, Obi-Wan ran. Ducking around corners and through secret pathways only padawans knew, he finally found himself in sight of the large doors beckoning him to freedom. Obi-Wan felt his heart stop as footsteps sounded from across the behemoth foyer.
Desperately Obi-Wan fought to control his fear and cover his force signature as the cloaked leader of the attack came into view, his lightsaber humming ominously. He could feel that dark cloud again, the one that followed this man. Was he a jedi, Obi-Wan wondered. He had a lightsaber, but that didn't mean anything. He could've stolen it. But deep down, he knew that wasn't right.
"Sir, we weren't able to find anyone else within the temple. They're all dead." A clone appeared, addressing the cloaked man. Obi-Wan swore his heart stopped at that moment. Dead? Everyone? His classmates, his friends. All of them?
"No. There's still one. I can sense him." The voice. Why was that voice oh so familiar, Obi-Wan wondered.
"Of course, General Skywalker." The clone said, before speaking into his coms device, Obi-Wan didn't hear what was said, his mind was too busy reeling at what he'd just learned. General Skywalker? As in Knight Skywalker? As in….Anakin? No, Obi-Wan tried to console himself, no, Anakin wouldn't. He just…. He couldn't. He must've been mistaken. He had to have misheard- all thoughts of doubt went out of Obi-Wan's mind as the figure- Anakin- pulled down his hood.
Obi-Wan needed to go. Now. If he sat where he was much longer they'd find him for sure. Summoning every ounce of strength he could, Obi-Wan called on the force and shoved Anakin. All he could hope for was the element of surprise, there was no way he could fight off the man on his own. Luckily, it worked and Anakin stumbled back in shock. Seeing his chance, Obi-Wan ran. The sound of a lightsaber slashing behind him before a horrible burning sensation tore across his back. The pain was unlike anything else he'd ever felt, and Obi-Wan cried out as he stumbled to the ground. He had enough sense to roll away as blue flashing across his vision, striking the ground where Obi-Wan had been not a second before.
Thinking fast, Obi-Wan jumped to his feet to keep running. Down the steps and across the plaza, blaster fire hitting all around him as the clone troopers took notice of him. Pain overtook the padawan as a blaster bolt found its mark, striking Obi-Wan in the shoulder. Gasping, he fell back to the ground where he collapsed, unable to get up as he struggled to breath, pain over taking him.
"Leave him. He'll succumb to his injuries soon enough." He heard Anakin, the man who'd once been like a brother to him, say and it hurt. More than the thought of Anakin turning to the dark side. It cut Obi-Wan to know that he would simply leave him to die.
Distantly, Obi-Wan recognized the coppery taste in his mouth as blood and the burning in his chest as a collapsed lung. Tears now flowed freely down his face, the warm drops turning cold on the night air.
Obi-Wan
Obi-Wan blinked. Who was saying his name?
Obi wan!
The voice sounded distraught. Obi-Wan felt guilty for not responding, but it was better for whoever it was calling to him to think he was dead and leave him. Maybe they would make it out alive.
Obi-Wan, padawan please answer me.
Dimly, it dawned on Obi-Wan that voice wasn't coming from around him. It was in his head. His training bond.
Master Jinn! Obi-Wan managed to call out. It was getting harder to breathe. Please help me.
Hold on, just a little longer. I'm almost there.
I'm sorry. Obi-Wan could feel himself growing weaker, his choked breaths turning to struggled gasps as blood dribbled down his chin. Master I- I think I'm dying.
Just a little longer, little one, please, just hold on.
The world was dimming around him as Obi-Wan fought against the urge to close his eyes, knowing that if he did, he would never open them again. It was so hard, the promising sweet embrace of death was oh so tempting. He'd never been good with the living force, but Obi-Wan clung to it, knowing if the living force were to leave him now it would never come back.
I'm so tired.
"I know, Obi-Wan, I've got you now. Just a little longer. You're doing so well." Qui-Gon's voice came from above Obi-Wan now as a large hand settled into his hair. “I’ve got you now.”
“Mster” Obi-Wan moaned weakly.
“Shh, don’t speak, little one. Save your strength.” Qui-Gon whispered as he carefully scooped Obi-Wan up, holding him close to his broad chest. Obi-Wan found it increasingly hard not to give into his exhaustion now that he felt safe in the security in his Master’s arms.
This is nice. Obi-Wan finally allowed his eyes to drift shut.
Stay with me, Obi-Wan. Please. Qui-Gon held on to his padawan a little tighter.
I’m sorry. Obi-Wan couldn’t fight it any longer and slipped into the inviting embrace, feeling as though he’d been swaddled in velvet.
”Obi-Wan, it’s time to get up. Come on.” Qui-Gon snorted, running his fingers over the short strands of coppery hair.
“Mmmmhhhmmph.” Obi-Wan moaned, scrunching up his face and pushing it further into the pillow.
“You have until the kettle boils.” Qui-Gon smiled, and Obi-Wan relaxed, knowing Qui-Gon wouldn’t turn the stove to full heat, almost, but not quiet, allowing the boy a few spare minutes to rest before getting up and making a mandatory appearance for breakfast.
It seemed to Obi-Wan that he’d only just closed his eyes when the shrill whistle of the kettle startled him from his light doze. Suddenly remembering he was supposed to be up by now, Obi-Wan rolled out of bed, the sheets tangling in his legs, causing him to crash into the floor below.
“Obi-Wan, are you quite alright?” A slightly amused voice came from the doorway. Looking up, he was met with the mirth filled gaze of his master.
“I’m sorry, Master, I know you said to be up by the time the kettle whistled, but I couldn’t help it, I just fell back asleep. I didn’t mean to.” Obi-Wan rushed to explain himself.
“Oh padawan,” Qui-Gon chuckled warmly, “Hurry up now.” Obi-Wan watched the giant of a man turn, closing the door behind him to leave Obi-Wan to get ready.
Standing up, carefully this time, Obi-Wan pulled on a fresh pair of trousers and a tunic, wrapping it around himself before tying it. Next came the tabards and belt, great care placed into the wearing of the items. Running his fingers through the kinked hair of his unwound padawan braid, gently untangling the knots that formed overnight.
Blinking, Obi-Wan stepped out into the main living area of their shared living space, the smell of fresh porridge filling the air with a thick homely scent. Qui-Gon was sat at the kitchen table, a bowl and a cup of bitter tea in front of him with a holo pad no doubt containing the daily news in his hand.
“Sorry I took so long, master.” Obi-Wan slid into his seat where his own bowl and cup of tea sat.
“Not to worry, Obi-Wan, you’ll just have to take a longer meditation this evening.” Qui-Gon spoke with a gentle smile. Obi-Wan bowed his head politely to acknowledge Qui-Gon’s words before lifting the tea cup to his lips, gently blowing on the steam curling upwards. Taking a sip, Obi-Wan hid a smile behind the rim of the cup. The tea was lighter brew then Qui-Gon’s, with a sweet nectar added to Obi-Wan’s preference. Silently, Obi-Wan sent a wave of gratitude across their bond before setting down the cup and picking up his spoon to eat.
Silently, master and padawan finished their breakfast in companionable silence. A glance at the chrono made Obi-Wan’s head hurt, and he blinked his eyes, quickly looking away.
“It’s almost time for class,” Qui-Gon confirmed. “Are you feeling alright, Obi-Wan?”
“Yes, I’m fine. I don’t know what happened.” Obi-Wan shook his head, ridding himself of the last of the dull throbbing in his temples. Qui-Gon looked at him through his eyebrows, smuggly reminding Obi-Wan of each time he’d minimized an injury or illness. “I promise, Master. I feel fine.” Obi-Wan smiled at his Master.
“Very well then, you better hurry up and get your stuff.” Qui-Gon playfully shooed Obi-Wan off. Smiling, the boy jumped up and ran off to his room to gather his holos and bag. “Just make sure that I don’t have to pick you up from the healer’s wing.” Qui-Gon called out after him.
Still smiling, Obi-Wan scooped his stuff together before pulling on his boots, the supple leather fitting comfortably on his feet. Throwing his bag over his shoulder, Obi-Wan reappeared back in the main living area, where Qui-Gon gave him an approving look before standing up from his seat. Coming to stand in front of him, Qui-Gon smiled down softly and picked up the loose strands of Obi-Wan’s braid and began to weave it back into its proper form, taking the beads from Obi-Wan as he handed them to him and placing them in the braid.  
“There,” Qui-Gon allowed the finished braid to drop from his fingertips to rest on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, “now off to class with you. You don’t want to be late.”
“Yes, Master.” Obi-Wan bowed quickly before taking his leave. Stepping out into the hall, Obi-Wan stopped as he looked around, suddenly feeling lost and not knowing which way to go.
Class, he was supposed to go to class. But which way was class? Taking a step, Obi-Wan found his feet seemed to know where to go on their own, so he relaxed, content to allow his feet to carry him where he needed to be.
“Obi-Wan!” The shout caused Obi-Wan to pause as he looked around for it’s source. “Obi-Wan!” He could’ve sworn it sounded like Qui-Gon. Why was Qui-Gon yelling for him? “Obi-Wan? Are you alright?” A mon calamari face appeared in front of him. She looked at him quizzically before repeating her question, placing a gentle webbed hand on his shoulder. “Hey, Coruscant to Obi-Wan! It’s me, Bant.”
“Bant?” Obi-Wan looked at her now, and it all came back. Bant! Bant Eerin, his best friend. “Bant!” Obi-Wan let the happiness he felt bleed into his voice as he looked at her as if seeing Bant for the first time in months.
“Geeze,” Bant rolled her eyes, “Are you feeling well?”
“Yeah, sorry. I don’t know what happened. I-” Obi-Wan stopped short when he noticed something on Bant’s tunic. The more he looked at it, tried to wrap his mind around it, his head hurt. Like before, when he’d tried to look at the chrono.
“Common, we should get to class.” Bant tugged on his sleeve, leading Obi-Wan into the awaiting classroom.
The day continued normally until Obi-Wan sat down with his tray at lunch and happened to look around. Every padawan and initiate he looked at. The masters and knights too, there was something off with their robes. Something….wrong. Had Qui-Gon had something off with his robes too this morning? Obi-Wan couldn’t remember. He didn’t think so. Looking down at his own tunic and tabard Obi-Wan could find nothing obviously wrong with his own attire. The more he tried to figure out what was wrong, the more his head hurt, so Obi-Wan resolved to ignore it, whatever it was.
As he continued through his day; saber practice, basic arithmetics, navigation, history, all of it seemed completely normal yet alien all at once. Obi-Wan’s head had been reduced to a dull ache every time he went to read a chrono or looked too hard at his classmates, though that was nothing compared to the pain that had split through his head when he spotted Knight Skywalker and decided to stop and talk to him. Everytime Obi-Wan looked Anakin in the eyes, something was different. So different, yet Obi-Wan couldn’t put his finger on what was different, and why it was bad.
Finally resolving that he simply didn’t get enough sleep the night before, Obi-Wan stumbled into his quarters later in the afternoon, gently massaging his temples to rid himself of the remainder of the headache talking with Anakin had left him with.
“Good afternoon, Obi-Wan.” Looking up, Obi-Wan could see his Master sitting crossed legged on the living room floor, his eyes closed and his hands splayed across his knees.
“Sorry, Master, I didn’t mean to interrupt your meditation.” Obi-Wan gently set his bag down.
“Nonsense.” Qui-Gon still hadn’t opened his eyes, but waved Obi-Wan over to join him.
Sitting down across from him, Obi-Wan adopted the same pose and closed his eyes, joining Qui-Gon in meditation. The force flowed freely between the two beings, like a river flowed suredly from the peaks of a mountain out to the sea. And what a sea Obi-Wan was. Had always been. His presence in the force had always held a certain depth to it, Qui-Gon mused within his own meditation. Somehow this was the most peaceful Obi-Wan had felt all day. Reaching for the living force around them, Obi-Wan became confused when it was harder than usual to grasp. Normally it was like trying to grab soap through water, but now, now it was like trying to grasp smoke with bare hands. It simply kept slipping away from his grasp.  
“Master-” Obi-Wan felt fear shoot through him. Where was the living force? What was happening?
“Relax, Obi-Wan. It’s alright. Why don’t we try again later?” Obi-Wan opened his eyes to look at Qui-Gon when he spoke. He liked looking at Qui-Gon, he was the only one who didn’t hurt his head when he looked at him like everyone else did. Qui-Gon looked….normal. “Besides, it’s about dinner time, I’d reckon.” Qui-Gon unfolded his long legs and stood before offering Obi-Wan a hand to pull himself up with. Taking the offered appendage, Obi-Wan moved to stand as well. “Go, finish your assignments, I’ll call you when dinner is ready.” Qui-Gon spoke as he nudged Obi-Wan towards his room.
“Yes, Master.” Obi-Wan said as he bent down to pick up his bag before stepping into his room.
Sitting down at his desk, Obi-Wan pulled the holo pads and flimsy out of his bag and set to work. It felt too easy, as if he’d done the same work a thousand times before. But...he’d only just learned half of it that day, hadn’t he? Maybe they’d touched on some of the materials the day before? Obi-Wan thought back to yesterday, but stopped when he found nothing. Why couldn’t he remember anything from the day before? What had he eaten for breakfast? Lunch? Dinner? Obi-Wan couldn’t remember. Nor could he remember what he’d done in class that previous day.
Suddenly Obi-Wan pushed his academic work away from him as if it had burned him. What was wrong with him? Obi-Wan pushed his hands into his hair and grasped at it. The whole day had felt like a waking dream. Vaguely, Obi-Wan became aware of an itching sensation across his back. When he reached back to scratch at it, the itching stopped.
“Obi-Wan, dinner!” Qui-Gon called out, and Obi-Wan looked to the door.
“Coming!” Obi-Wan answered before standing up from his chair.
Sitting down across from Qui-Gon at the table, Obi-Wan felt a cool wave of calm wash over him once again. Obi-Wan found he didn’t want to leave his Master’s presence.
“How was your day, Obi-Wan?” Qui-Gon asked as he set a bowl of thick stew down in front of the boy.
Obi-Wan hesitated before answering, “It- I don’t know. I-” Obi-Wan stopped as he looked back up at the chrono again. Then it snapped and everything hit him like a ton of bricks. Looking back at Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan realized what had been wrong with Bant’s robes. With everyone’s robes except himself and Qui-Gon. It had been blood, blood staining their tunics. Anakin, his eyes. They were a sickly sulfuric yellow. Yellow like gold. Like fire. Like a Sith’s.
“Obi-Wan?” Obi-Wan met Qui-Gon’s gaze.
“The chrono,” Was all Obi-Wan could say, “it’s moving backwards.” All day. Every chrono he had looked at, they were all moving counter-clockwise.
“Oh, Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon sounded sad. Why did he sound sad?
Obi-Wan went to speak but was stopped short by a searing pain across his back. Obi-Wan cried out helplessly while Qui-Gon looked on sadly. It hurt. It hurt so much. The world around him was blurring, whether it was from pain or his tears, Obi-Wan couldn’t say, but soon black spots began to dance in his vision before everything went black.
It was cold. Why was it so cold.Weren’t the halls of healing warmer than this? Obi-Wan was sure they’d been much warmer the last time he’d been subjected to a visit. Peeling his eyes open, Obi-Wan immediately squeezed them shut again as bright light assaulted him.
“Obi-Wan?” A shadow crossed in front of him. “Obi-Wan.” A hand grasped at his own. “If you can hear me, squeeze my hand, little one.”  Obi-Wan obeyed to the best of his ability, finding that the simple act of moving his hand felt like the hardest thing in the world.
Qui-Gon smiled at the small twitch of Obi-Wan's hand in his own. "Easy now. I've dimmed the lights, can you try to open your eyes?"  
Obi-Wan was more timid this time, and took a moment to prepare himself before cracking his eyes open. However, unlike last time, he was met with his Master's face peering over him, the dim light shining around his head like a halo.  
"Master?" The word pulled at Obi-Wan's throat as he tried to speak, scratching and scraping.
"Shh," Qui-Gon moved to help him sit up before offering him a glass of water. "Here, drink this." Obi-Wan moved his hand to grasp at the cup, grateful when Qui-Gon covered Obi-Wan's shakey ones with his own. "Slowly," he urged. When he was finished, Qui-Gon set the glass aside.
"Happy to see you, we are." A familiar creaky voice spoke from somewhere to his left, and when Obi-Wan looked he was met with an even more familiar wrinkled green face.
"Master Yoda." Obi-Wan spoke, his voice steadier now, though barely above a whisper.
"Worried, you had us, young Obi-Wan." Yoda moved closer to the padawan.
"Obi-Wan, do you remember what happened?" Qui-Gon gently demanded his attention.
"I-" Obi-Wan stopped short as a sob escaped him. "They're dead aren't they?" Qui-Gon only nodded solemnly.
The moment before Qui-Gon spoke seemed to stretch into eternity. "We are all that survived the purge, it would seem."
"Us?" Obi-Wan whispered, feeling tears gather in the corners of his eyes. "Just….us."
Yoda bowed his head, his ears dropping a level as he hummed both in conformation and remorse.
"What are we going to do?" Obi-Wan asked, suddenly feeling more grown up then he should.
"Go into hiding, we shall. Separate, we must." Yoda said.
"Obi-Wan, you and I will go together. I promised I would see to it that you became a Jedi. We will go to the unknown region where we will complete your training." Qui-Gon reached for Obi-Wan’s padawan braid, the edges singed from when the lightsaber had struck at him.
“Very well. Leave, as soon as Padawan Kenobi is well enough to travel, you will.” Yoda nodded, leaving no room for argument as he left the room, leaving Master and Padawan alone.
“Why?” Obi-Wan whispered. “Why would he do something so dark? So evil?” The sudden surge of maturity Obi-Wan had felt before left him, leaving him feeling like a creche-ling.
“Evil is only evil when done by those who were once good. And more often than not, we never know the reason why. Such is the nature of evil.” Qui-Gon sighed, once again fingering Obi-Wan’s braid. “For now we must simply live, my young padawan, live and let go. But never forget. Rest,” Qui-Gon tucked the blankets securely around Obi-Wan’s shoulders, “rest and heal. When you awaken, together we shall face a new world.”
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blookmallow · 4 years
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im starting to realize there’s a bunch of connections going on between tma episodes.. i dont know what it Means yet and dont tell me!!!!! ill get there!! but. hmmm. im going through the transcripts after i listen to them to make sure i didnt miss things/checking the details and i just. Keep Finding More Shit, it’s all connected, i feel like there’s something huge going on behind all these and i Do Not Know what it is yet 
this is. very long and disjointed i went through all the transcripts for every episode ive listened to so far and kept noticing more things 
like Don’t Tell Me if im right or wrong ill find out im just gathering thoughts. setting up my little conspiracy board. red strings everywhere
- firstly theres an obvious running thread going about the cursed jurgen leitner books, gerard keay, the. worms. and jane prentiss 
- carlos vittery in Arachnophobia mentions offhand that his complex had an infestation of “small, silvery worms” which passed right over my head the first time but looking at it again thATS THE FUCKIGN WORMS!!!! and martin found. Probably Jane in the basement of that same complex. so. well, (that also means like Who Knows how many people in that building might have gotten infected) (i also wonder whether the spiders might actually be Good, if the worms are hideous parasites maybe the spiders are showing up to eat them/get rid of them, martin says he likes spiders, the spiders almost definitely killed vittery but he was violently trying to wipe them out so maybe it was a greater good kind of thing) (or they’re just spiders and dont have that level of comprehension and like the nasty silver worms. either way) 
- there’s also a lot of Foretelling Of Death but i dont want to go through and list all of those rn
- in Anglerfish, there was some kind of. shadowy hand thing beckoning people into the darkness. Amy Patel in Across The Street describes seeing a similar shadowy hand thing reaching into Graham’s apartment before his. replacement. both of these are described as “folding” in on themselves/moving in a really unnatural way. smoking was also mentioned in both but i havent really been following that as a symbol very closely. possible link with Fire? i dont know
- Repetition. Graham was obsessively filling hundreds of notebooks with the words “Keep Watching,” mary keay’s skin was completely covered in unreadable script tattoos, the paper found by the garbage men was the Lord’s prayer written in latin over and over again, ivo lensik’s father became completely obsessed with fractals and couldn’t stop drawing them. the unnamed burned man in First Aid repeats an unclear phrase over and over again. gerard keay is also covered in tattoos of eyes in First Aid, which was not mentioned before (though probably wouldn’t have been visible before) 
- Graham was convinced he was being watched/followed by Something, harriet was concerned about being followed after she was attacked by prentiss (which. matches with martin’s experience too, though he was much more fortunate), vittery was followed by The Spider, lensik’s father also believed Something was coming for him (and “all the bones are in his hands” sounds very. leitner), and there was. whatever approaching darkness was coming after robert montauk, as well 
- Graham has a weirdly hypnotic table, the first Leitner book found by dominic swain had oddly vertigo-inducing woodcuttings, gerard keay’s eye painting is similarly hypnotic, lensik finds a box in the old tree with the same hypnotic carvings on it 
- not sure if the Spider Apple has any relation to the Arachnophobia episode, but, there’s that, also 
- swain’s book had an image of the sky, which he described felt like you would “fall into it” if you looked at it for too long, and robert kelly sort of “fell into the sky” in Freefall. laura popham describes a sense of being swallowed up by the earth in Lost Johns’ Cave, as well 
- same theme of becoming “lost” in Lost Johns’ Cave and in Alone, similar concepts of being consumed by the earth 
- i dont think its necessarily related to anything else as far as i know but just wanted to mention also i didn’t process the... extra audio recording in Lost Johns’ Cave correctly, i thought she was saying “help me, help me, please help me” which was unnerving, but didn’t really seem all that critical to add, until looking at the transcripts i realized it was “take her, not me” which was a HUGE punch to the gut when i discovered it lmao. dont ask how i managed to mishear that badly but i am very very bad at auditory processing which is why im reading all these scripts to make sure i didnt process them wrong
- Graham mentions he’s gay, and the man who had the dream about gertrude mentions having broken up with his boyfriend, Graham. jon doesn’t comment on this and it’s not necessarily the same graham, and im not sure what the significance is if it is, but it seems like an odd coincidence if it isn’t. “antonio” doesn’t go into detail about why they broke up, but mentions they had been living together 
- the name Joshua Gillespie stands out to me for some reason, like I’ve heard “gillespie” somewhere before, but I haven’t noticed it coming up again in any of the transcripts unless I just missed it. could just be that my brain decided to Remember that name for no reason though. he’s the guy with the coffin 
- jon mentions this, but Breekon and Hope deliveries were responsible both for the weird coffin and the yellow stole from the incident with father burroughs 
- there’s a major ongoing theme of Fire and Burning, both just in general, and a more specific Fire With No Apparent Source thing continuously happening. the prayer paper in the trash had been burned, timothy hodge burned his apartment after the Worms Incident (and martin mentions noticing one of the worms looked slightly burnt - maybe it survived the fire and returned to jane?), sgt. berry was “distinctively marked” by an incident with a flamethrower, the vampires are supposedly very very vulnerable to fire, raymond fielding’s house burned down and his. ghost? disappears with a burning smell and a burnt spot on the floor, lensik experiences an intense, unbearable heat with no clear cause soon after the encounter with raymond, which father burroughs also experiences in his account. the mysterious coffin in Do Not Open had an unnatural heat to it. gerard keay burns the leitner book and picks up the still-smoldering ashes but isn’t concerned with the heat, and then appears again as one of the burned men in First Aid, having apparently experienced second-degree burns on every inch of his skin, but had completely undamaged clothes. the nurse describes feeling a burning sensation when the chanting starts, but dismisses it as a nervous reaction, then experiences the. boiling drink bottles and the burning hot door handles. she says she could feel a burning heat from gerard’s hand. the burned man’s body immediately self-cremates when gerard kills him. lee rentoul also gives specifically a lighter to angela for her Piecemeal curse, though that might be coincidental. he does burn the first box after he discovers it, though
- the garbage man describes the last Weird Trash as “tied off with a dark green ribbon, arranged in a bow like an old-fashioned Christmas present” - which contained a copper heart, possibly symbolizing alan’s real heart, with the rest of his body never being found. this matches both with robert montauk’s killings and the cursed boxes from angela’s curse- “brown paper and string, like an old-fashioned Christmas present.” there was also the weird thing with raymond’s hand, but im not sure that’s related 
the vampires’ victims bodies also seemed to disappear, not sure that’s related either 
- jon confirms that the pendant julia describes (the one belonging to her mother and also her father’s last victim) is a symbol of the People’s Church of the Divine Host cult. wondering if this is related to what father burroughs experienced. gerard keay is searching for a lost pendant in First Aid, but its design is unclear, and he describes it as brass. unsure if related. the fact that gerard’s tattoos/etc were of eyes, and the other pendant is of a closed eye, while one is made of brass and the other of silver seems like there might be some connection though even if it isn’t the same one. there didn’t seem to be any burning involved with the montauk case, anyway 
then there’s. this entire thing im just gonna paste it here, from sebastian adekoya in the Boneturner’s Tale: 
“Books are amazing, aren’t they? I mean, when you think about what they really are. People don’t give the actuality of language the weight it deserves, I feel. Words are a way of taking your thoughts, the very make-up of yourself, and giving them to another. Putting your thoughts in the mind of someone else. They are not a perfect method, of course, as there’s plenty of scope for mutation and corruption between your mind and that of the listener, but that doesn’t change the essence of what language is.
Spoken aloud, though, the thought dies quickly if not picked up. Simple vibrations that vanish almost as soon as they are created, though if they find a host, then they can lodge there, proliferate, and maybe spread further. Still, it is not a reliable method in terms of a thought’s endurance, as humans are fragile creatures, and rarely last a century.” 
this definitely seems relevant to jurgen leitner (and this is. one of the episodes about a leitner book, so) it definitely seems likely that he’s spreading some kind of.... Belief or Self or Power or Something through his books, possibly even his own consciousness is within them somehow, or at least the consciousness of Something or Someone. the man with all the bones in his hands. taking bones and warping them. bones appearing in the pages but Wrong. might be related to the bag of teeth, too, hundreds of All The Same Tooth
definitely something to the... immortalization of thoughts/memories/Consciousness through written word, especially when we consider the words literally tattooed into mary keay’s skin/the book possibly bound in her skin. i cant put a coherent thought together on this but its definitely... important, i think 
sebastian also for some reason specifically mentions he was holding a copy of Stephen King’s Misery in the confrontation with Jared’s mother, which is a story about an author being forced to write something against his will/words that aren’t really his own, to appease someone else, which. seems like it might be relevant somehow too, maybe. the fact that it was named specifically when it wasn’t apparently relevant to the story seems interesting 
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summerwaifu-blog · 6 years
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Study date....kinda ;)
Kirishima x Bakugo
(As with ALL of my fanfic they are 18+ in this)
Kirishima and Bakugo's rooms where right next to each other on campus if they both stood out on their balcony's they could talk easily, Bakugo often helped kirishima study for exams as he wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed. It was a Friday night around 6pm most of the other guys had gone out to a party Bakugo decided against it a night of dancing with drunken idiots wasn't his style plus he needed to study anyway Bakugo was always on top of his classwork he didn't wanna be a slacker.
In his dorm he had a small kitchenette to prepare meals tho he would never admit it he liked to cook it was calming to him, a way to get out pent up anger. Bakugo was preparing spaghetti and meatballs he left the water to boil and the meat to cook while he got his books and set them out on the desk.
From across the room on his bed his phone was buzzing like crazy he rolled his eyes and walked over to it picking it up, he was being flooded with texts from his friends at the Party most of them drunken texts and a few pictures popped up on messenger as he looked though them he saw everyone having fun, class mates dancing and group selfies he zoomed in on a group photo looking for kirishimas shitty hair or stupid smile to appear but it didnt he didn't see any sign of him in the pictures he searched though a few more. Maybe he just didn't like photos? Maybe he was puking after too many shots? Maybe he was...
The fire alarm suddenly screeched beeping loudly, Bakugo dropped his phone looking up
"FUUUUCCCKKK!!!!" he ran over to the kitchen turning down the heat on the meat he had left to cook as smoke made its way up to the fire alarm "STUPID THING! NOTHING IS ON FIRE!" Bakugo angrily jumped up smacking the fire alarm shutting it off "urgg fucking....stupid..." He walked over the his balcony and swung open the doors to let the heat out the cool air blew against his face.
"Bakugo?"
He looked over to his left and there was kirishima.... Just standing there. His shitty red hair...his stupid smile...his pretty face...his hard body...shirtless Bakugo was lost in thought seeing him standing there he was in his pajamas long black and red sweatpants red slipperes and a black bandanna. No skirt. No jacket. No. Bakugo snapped himself out of it scoffing at the boy across from him
"Is everything okay? I heard your loud noises...not that that isn't normal for you, just..." Kirishima smiled awkwardly running his hands though his spiked red hair his other hand in the pocket of his low hanging sweatpants
"Yeah fine just over cooked something...stupid fire alarm was triggered" Bakugo looked back into his dorm and huffed rolling his eyes "your not at the Party?"
"Nahh I thought I'd skip this one... I had... Stuff to do" Kirishima sighed he noticed Bakugo's face was red he couldn't tell why "you didn't go either I see? "
"I didn't wanna go...not really my thing" Bakugo scoffed "anyway I need to..."
"HEY! Urmm did you wanna...study...together...tonight?" Kirishima blushed looking over at the blonde boy. Kirishima looked over him Bakugo was wearing an over sized black top with a skull on it and baggy dance pants with fluffy socks.
Bakugo face felt hot his hands sweaty as he dryer them off on his pants "whatever..." He tryed to play it off like he didn't care he didn't care right? It was just 2 guys hanging out? Studying...that's all it was. He waved kirishima over as he started to go back inside
"Want me to bring my blacket? Books? Urmm anything?" Kirishima smiled sounding excited
"No...just your self you can share my blanket"
Kirishima bit his lip as he shut is balcony door and hopped over to Bakugo balcony with ease it wasn't the first time they had studied together tho Bakugo always insisted he use the balcony and not the front door, they had even had study dates in the library but most of the time it was at Bakugo place.
"What you cooking Blasty?" Kirishima closed the doors behind them, he made himself comfortable on Bakugo's sofa
"Spaghetti..." Bakugo grumbled as he mixed the pot of pasta and shuffled the meat left over in the pan.
"Smells good...tho a little burnt" kirishima laughed
"ITS NOT BURNT!" Bakugo growled at the red head on his sofa angrily preparing the food. He could hear kirishima laughing as he brought over 2 plates of spaghetti and meatballs putting the plate in front of kirishima as he sat down next to him on the sofa.
Time passed as the boys ate kirishima spoke of funny story's and Bakugo complained about the fire alarm and annoying classmates
Kirishima finished his meal and licked his lips "my compliments to the chef!" As he winked at Bakugo then licked his figure making a crude gesture. The blonde smiled cockily collecting the plates and putting then in the sink
"If you want dessert you have to behave" Bakugo joked under his breath as he started to wash the dishes
Kirishima smiled brightly as he watched Bakugo in the kitchen staring at his ass. After Bakugo finished he dryed his hands on the tea towel "you know I'm actually gonna make you study right?"
Kirishima looked over at the books on the desk and sighed, he got up and walked over to the desk standing over it as he skimmed though the names of the books, flipping though pages quickly has he huffed and puffed
He felt a warm hand on his back "bakugo?" Another hand wrapped around him and stroked his chest " I thought you said we had to study?" Kirishima chuckled "make up your mind bro" the warmth from Bakugo's hands against kirishima cool skin gave him tingles
"We are...tho I'm gonna make sure you remember what you learn" bakugo smirked
Kirishima bit his lip and tasted blood as his sharp teeth pushed too hard as he felt Bakugo's hands reach down his sweatpants
Kirishima couldn't help but over think...this wasn't a first time thing bakugo was so hot and cols with him...in public he was cold and angry and mean...in private he was so different... Its like he doesn't want people to know..was he ashamed? Was he just using him?
"Hey? Are you listening to me idiot?!" Bakugo smacked kirishima on the back of the head "I swear this is why your failing you just daydream and don't listen!"
"Are you ashamed of me?" Kirishima left his eyes well up with tears he didn't turn to look at bakugo he didn't want to seem less manly...
"W...what..." Bakugo was taken back as he stepped away "what are you talking about?"
"You are so difficult to read Blasty... Sometimes your so mean and you act like I'm not your friend..and then when we are alone you are all over me...we hardly ever go out in public alone...only on the rare occasion and"
"I'm not ashamed of you... I just...i never know how to feel...there's a lot to think about I kinda just wanted it to be private...you idiot do you really think I'd use you?!" Bakugo interrupted as he grabbed kirishimas arm pulling him towards himself " I know its hard...I'm not the easiest person to be with... I just..."
Kirishima looked to bakugo tears in his eyes
Bakugo's heart dropped as he saw kirishimas face "I'm just....not into PDA I'm sorry...i didn't think about how you felt...I want people didn't want people to know... But...they already know...I know..." Bakugo gulped looking away "I'm sorry...."
Kirishima dried his eyes and hugged Bakugo tightly
( well this...I was gonna write smutt...but then it turned into just....emotions....I'm sorry this is probs a mess xD iv been hella emotional lately )
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pingnova · 6 years
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after our house burned down, when the ash had cooled and i was allowed back to look at what our lives had become, i asked my dad if i could kick what was left of the family minivan where it was a charred shell in what was once the garage. my dad just turned quizzically and said no, it was too dangerous to go into that part of the wreckage, where some of the beams had burned through but not fallen. and why the heck did i want to do that in the first place?
i did it anyway, when we visited a few days after the blaze to collect clothing. i hated going through my drawers when my room was gray and yellow with smoke and ash and heat and my clothes smelled like it too. i got my things together quickly and waded through the ash of the garage and kicked the van with my arms full of a few days outfits. 
it just made a dull thudding noise. the windows had burst, the insides were gone, the metal was black and brown and pockmarked and thin. the fire marshall had told me we were lucky, because it was thousands of degrees in the fire, and it had reduced everything in its path to bones and dust. everyone was just glad we were alive.
but i hated it, and i kicked the car again and again. i’d been endangered in that car countless times by my mother’s drunk driving, i’d confessed to my father that i wanted to kill myself in that car and he’d done nothing. i’d asked both of them to help me in that car to no avail. but it was a minivan, it marked us as your typical happy suburban family. it was a lie i wanted to kick while it was down.
it only made me feel a little bit better. i’d disturbed the ash so i was all dirty. my eyes were hot and my chest was heaving while i tried not to cry. wednesday night youth church had prayed for me the other day and the pastor seemed to think that once my house was rebuilt, i would feel better, would stop crying in church. the neighbors, too, couldnt wait for the wreckage to be cleared and for construction to begin - partially because they felt bad for us and partially because it brought down the value of the neighborhood, i learned from the housing association complaint we got soon after.
the reigning thought was that this was our only family tragedy, and when i started going to therapy, it was all about the post traumatic stress, and how it was a temporary effect of being in a house fire, and how it would go away after awhile, and things would be fine. i was fine.
i got my period the night of the fire, and i just let it go. i bled through all of my layers. i didnt have anything but my pajamas and two mismatched shoes. i went to school the day after the fire in my neighbors clothes and when i had a breakdown in class, it took a lot to convince my teachers that what i was saying was true. my backpack and books were incinerated, i still smelled like smoke, i was tired from lying awake all night in my own blood. 
my advanced language arts teacher was visibly upset that i’d been sent to school the day after the fire but i didnt know what to do with that so i just sat with her when she asked and otherwise didnt say much. i felt fine when i wasnt breaking down so i didnt really see the point in any of the pity. my bullies actually stopped beating and harassing me, but would take big whiffs if they happened to come by and laugh to each other, because i smelled like fire for months.
once we were out of my neighbors living room, we stayed in a hotel for months. that was when i learned what an alcoholic was, and that it was my mother. it was when she for sure stopped coming into my bed at night because i shared with my little brother now. it was when i really heard the content of my parents constant, daily shouting matches, because of the close quarters.
but, yeah. i kicked the car. it wasnt solving anything but i had this irrational need to lash out at something with meaning. i didnt feel white hot rage or anything. everything was dulled. i just kinda kicked and hoped i would feel something about it - all i really got was a little bit of satisfaction for doing something i actually wanted to do for the first time in forever. i hated that everyone thought i would be fine “once this was over,” like it was ever going to be over. i knew the only way it was going to be over was if i left everything behind or died. i was disappointed that i woke up during the fire, that i didnt die. i already felt like that before the catastrophe, so i hated that i was going to let everyone down by still being broken after everything else was fixed.
but i couldnt really do anything about any of that. so i just kicked the car.
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