#this is a sunny that never went through the 4 years isolation so he's a lot less silent and cold

[theokusgallery]

WIP of Arsenic's Sunny I'll probably never finish

#he's cute. he's so ooc. damn #this is a sunny that never went through the 4 years isolation so he's a lot less silent and cold #he uses isolation as a bad coping mechanism though. and daydreaming. because that's not even a traumatized sunny exclusive thing #that's just how sunny in general is even before the accident #he's a lot less closed off. dude doesnt have that big Guilt™ weighting him down #hes just shy instead. doesnt talk much at first. introvert. #if he's having lunch with multiple people he'll gladly listen to them while he eats silently. #omori #drawing #art #digital #wip #omori sunny #arsenic #he does become more closed off after Nick Happens. but there's not as much change to his attitude as there would be in a 12 year old #he also. yknow. didnt. kill someone. so that helps #he does have a sibling! i might make it mari. i might make it an OC. who knows.

[mikkokomori]

(Listening to the 3rd anniversary orchestra while writing this so I'm feeling a lot of emotions, gonna be a long one!) Finally came up with a name for this AU. Gonna call it the Decaying Garden AU instead of the Unnamed Angsty AU.

Sunny hasn't talked to anyone other than Omori in the 4 years he's been Isolated so his voice is very quiet, raspy and his throat gets sore easily so he rarely talks. Omori doesn't push him to talk using his voice, but he does want him to use other ways of communicating. This ends up with him grabbing a pencil and notepad on 2 days left so he can communicate.

Kim never having met Sunny before in this AU doesn't recognize him based on Aubrey's descriptions and ends up having some wildly inaccurate assumptions about him because of it. Things like Assuming he's around 8-10 instead of his actual age of 15.

Sunny does end up accepting the Pizza but doesn't eat too much because at this point in time his stomach is tiny from a lack of use. He still tries though, he doesn't want to make his new friends sad.

When Vance saw Sunny with Kim he welcomed him with open arms because hey, he looks like he needs friends, food and lots of hugs. He ends up letting Sunny borrow his jacket while they hang out. Not because he looked cold or anything, but because it's hot, clearly.

The Maverick tells Sunny about all of his exploits and adventures that he definitely did and didn't make up on the spot. Sunny's confused but just nods along while silently being happy that people are actually interacting with him in a positive way.

They drag Sunny over to Hobbeez to just browse and it's where we encounter our first member of the Original Group, Kel. Once Sunny sees him he freezes because he recognizes him and he isn't prepared for this. He wants to reach out to him, talk to him, hug him, rekindle their friendship. But due to his own doubts and what his Parents did to him he can't bring himself to do anything and this tears him up inside, but the worst part is when Kel clearly spots him and doesn't recognize him.

Kel was there looking for a gift for Hero for when he comes back from College and has just finished paying for a cookbook before him sees Kim, Vance and a kid come into the store. Upon seeing Sunny he has a faint twinge of recognition, not in the "Hey we used to be best friends" kind of way, but more like "I think I saw you in school once" kind of way. So he pays them no mind and leaves. As it turns out, after Sunny's parents vaguely claimed that he was at fault for Mari's death he ended up breaking down shortly after. Once he'd finally recovered from that emotional event he found out he'd ripped up any evidence they had in the house of Sunny's existence and gradually forgot who Sunny was, what he looked like, and why he cared about him. He did however remember that it was Sunny's fault for why Mari's gone and why Hero was so depressed for so long.

Kim and Vance go to browse and after a bit notice Sunny isn't with them, so they turn around and see him frozen in the room, staring at where Kel went. Due to all these emotions he's going through it's almost drained what little energy he has. The siblings then decide it's probably getting late and they should take the little guy home. They ask Sunny where he lives and if he could lead the way. He starts to walk and almost falls over a couple of times to Kim picks him up and gets him to point the way.

Sunny's startled by this but ends up melting into the hold and points the way. Once Kim picked him up however she was really concerned, not only because of how light he is, but the fact that she can feel his bones so she and Vance share a look and decide that they're keeping this kid, his parents can get effed.

They make their way to his house and only notice shortly before arriving that he lives right next to Kel and that they should recognize who lives there. They go inside and Sunny's finally passed out so they look around trying to find his room and only find empty rooms except for one with a box of girls clothes and a mattress.

Unbeknownst to Sunny and Omori his 'parent's' '3 day work trip' was actually a cover for them to finally leave Faraway and all the memories behind. Mari was a planned child, but Sunny was an accident and they hated him for this. But because Mari loved him they pretended to care while she was alive. Once she died though they unleashed all their misplaced hatred and blame onto their Son.

The siblings on realizing that it looks like he's been living alone in an empty house for who knows how long decide they need to do something. So Kim lays Sunny down on the mattress and gets Vance to run out and grab Angel, Charlene, and The Maverick to help carry the Box, Sunny, and his mattress to their house.

Meanwhile Sunny's in White space and suffering at the hands of Black space monsters that vaguely resemble his parents. Omori's trying to fight them off and protect Sunny but these two reoccurring monsters are too powerful for him to fight so while he can't hurt them in a meaningful way, it does help take the focus off of Sunny and to let him rest.

Sunny finally awakes to the sound of hushed talking of the majority of the Hooligang inside Kim and Vance's bedroom. Still thinking they're at his house he's confused as to why his bed is so comfy, he tries to get up but can't and freaks out a bit before realizing that it's just a blanket, and then freaking out again because it's been years since he's had a blanket and that this room looks too nice for someone like him.

Angel notices Sunny wriggling and goes to check on him only to realize he's awake so he calls the others over and they're crowd around him. Sunny shrinks in on himself and they back away to give him some space before The Maverick says that "I told you we wrapped him up too tight". This causes the others to others to exclaim things like "He looked Freezing!" and "Hey! We agreed he looked cute like that". This ends with Sunny looking confused, alarmed, and adorable wrapped up in a blanket burrito like a small child.

Once they finally release him from his fluffy prison Sunny's hungry again and he notices that the clothes he's wearing aren't the same ones he went out in so Kim has to sheepishly explain that his clothes were filthy so their mom made them put them in the wash and they let him borrow some of Kim's old clothes. so now Sunny's mortified and tomato red when he realities that they had changed him out of his old clothes, seen him (Almost) completely naked and probably saw all the scars from himself and his parents, but the lack of body fat on him. So he does the only reasonable thing and hides under the blankets again and pretends hes not there.

This works as well as you'd expect and causes a few laughs so Sunny pokes his head out to pout at them before disappearing again. They finally take pity on him and his adorable pout before explaining that they had to tell their Mom what they saw and how they begged her to give them a couple of days to help him acclimate before calling the police and CPS.

This and the promise of home cooked food finally get him to get up out of Vance's bed (He let Sunny borrow it while him and Kim took turns with a spare mattress they had). After they give him the house tour they take him down to the dining room for dinner. Before they can start eating however there's a knock on the door and Kim remembers that they invited Aubrey over tonight and that was probably her, so she goes to open the door, not noticing how Sunny froze at the mention of her name.

It finally ends with Sunny frozen like a deer in the headlights as Aubrey rounds the corner, drops what she was holding and exclaiming "Sunny?!"

Because I'm evil (Creative juice ran out) I'll leave you with that cliffhanger. One of these days I'll need to remember how to write properly and put this together in a cohesive story, but that day is not today sadly so oh well. I hope you enjoyed this long post because this took way to long to make lol. And now I leave you with the image of a sleeping Sunny wrapped up in a blanket burrito.

Bye Bye Mikko! I hope you have a good day/night/whatever!

HOIUUFGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AAAUAUUGGGHHHHHHH WAAAAAAAAAAAA

#i love this........ thabk you...... #eats this like gourmet food...... #i love this au actually....keep sending more in please.......sniffles.... #Decaying Garden AU #omori #omori sunny #omori kel #omori aubrey #omori kim #omori maverick #omori vance #omori angel #omori spoilers #omori au #anon asks #anon writings #miko talks

[wornoutmouse]

Im making this gender neutral cause I feel like I did pretty damn good here. And it had a bit of a fairytale ending but I couldn't figure how else to tie it up prettily

Also tried of tumbler adding gaps to all the paragraphs when i copy and paste from docs to here so y'all just gonna have to deal. this fic is way too damn long for me to fix it like i normally do

Also i went over the aparent limit so just look for the words "pt2" in green for the extension

Letting go is one of the hardest things one can do. But understanding why you had to let go is harder.

You and Izuku knew each other for the longest time. Hell you were the one that lifted him back up when Bakugou knocked him down. So why…. Why after all that were you not good enough?

He never said you weren't, he'd never do that. But the worthlessness you felt as you watched her hand him a love letter. You thought, he won't accept, afterall she's one of the many girls and guys that had confessed since the beginning of U.A. Hell you were surprised Ochaco even had the guts to confess.

But the small blush and smile that overcame his face as he finished reading the letter, was one you've never seen before. In that moment you wished you'd decline coming with him for support.

The sick feeling in your stomach grew larger as they hugged each other tightly. That sickness translated into a smile when he looked back at you.

From then on, your sunny disposition was a fabrication of what once was. You didn't hate her, you even saw the appeal, having the slightest crush on her as well. You just hated that he chose her. Was the years of companionship worthless?

As the two grew closer, you grew farther and buried yourself in training and school work. Days went by, months, and by the time graduation came, you were all 3rd years.  You and Deku had become nothing more than aquaintences.

The others tried to stop your descent into isolation, Including you in everything they did, ut it wasn't the same.

"Hey Y/n." You wiped your sweat with the towel around your neck. You'd been at it for most of the day and had shed most of your clothes. Izuku was dressed casual for once and looked gorgeous in the setting sun.

"Yes Midoriya?" Ouch. When did you start calling him that? You couldn't quite remember. Deku looked over the trees, green hair blowing with fall wind. "You know we haven't hung out in a while." You took a drink of water as you sat on a fallen log. "Oh really?" 

That came out harsher than needed and you both knew it. "Since we are graduating tomorrow, I was wondering if you would join us for once as a last farewell. 

You didn't miss the undertone in the last comment. Deku watched in silence as you put your tank top back on. "I don't think I can make it."

Izuku's fists clenched as he glared at the floor. "Why?" You eyed his fists,"I have other things to do." Deku scoffed, "Give me a break, school is over what more do you have to do?!" "More important stuff than partying."

There was a change in the air and at the last minute, you jumped back as Deku's foot slammed down in the floor causing a sizable crater. "Stop lying Y/N! What could you possibly have to do that's more important than hanging out with your friends?! Don't you understand that this is the last time we'll have this much free time to see each other!?"

A small smirk crawled onto your face. 'Still a crybaby huh?'  tears trailed down Deku's face as he looked at you, "We haven't talked in years y/n." You would not break, this was for the best, you would not fall back into this cycle. "We talked this morning." "Hello is not a conversation y/n"

"What do you want me to do then Izuku?" 

Nothing, just like you expected. "Listen Deku, Sometimes, people grow apart and..." You have to take a deep breath, cause if you don't you'd break all over again. "Sometimes we just have to accept it." 

Izuku says nothing more and leaves, heartheavy. During the party,  Izuku spent his time with Uraraka, both day-dreaming about their future, though Izuku wasn't as engaged as he usually was. You sat alone in the common room, looking down at the feastivities below. Mr. Aizawa was the only one who noticed.

As a pro hero you stayed in a moderate range in regards to popularity. About the same level that Mt. Lady and Kamui Woods used to be. 

Watching Bakugou and Midoriya's ranking teeter back and forth like hot potato was amusing as the fiery blond would call you to complain since he knew you would simply listen.

Your love life was non-existent besides the occasional fling with a cute chick at a bar or a himbo™ at the local gym. You weren't looking for anything sold anyways and that was not only due to your hero work, but because no one peaks your interests.

The gang of course flocked together in regards to their love lives. Kaminari and Jiro were finally a thing. Momo and Todoroki were dropping hints to each other but they are both a bunch of oblivious bimbos and that is not going to change anytime soon. 

Tsu and surprisingly Mineta prefered the bachelor life and worked hard on building their teams. You were greatly surprised when Mineta asked you to come to his house and genuinely asked your opinion on trainees. 

Unlike the rest, Mina, Kirishima and Bakugou, were trying to figure out the ins and outs of a poly relationship. Bakgou of course being the word if reason as the other two goofed around.

 All was in its place as you all conformed to your new adult lives. You had no faint clue where the other boys were besides Kouji's and Satou's engagement.

It was a Thursday evening when you walked into your condo, shuffling through your mail until a white envelope with gold trimming for your attention. 

You are invited….

Of course how could you forget Deku and Uraraka. When was the last time you saw those two? Most likely the last day of school. How the hell did they get your address?

You tossed the envelope on the couch and walked to your kitchen to get a bottle of wine. You spent that evening drinking the petty thoughts away, altering between cursing Ochako, to reminiscing on how they were truly a match made in heaven.

By 4 in the evening, you were beyond tipsy and could barely stand to answer the door when the bell rung. 

"Whatdoya want Midoriya?" You said, leaning a little too far to the left. Deku looked at you with concerned eyes. "Are you drunk y/n?" Your roll your eyes and turn around, walking back into your home. "What does it look like?" 

You slump on the couch as Deku walks throughout your home. He was alot bigger  than you remembered. His curly green hair was almost touching your ceiling as he looked at your disheveled body.

"I'm just here to make sure you got my invitation." You tug the envelope from where it fell between the cushion and wavs it in front of your face. Izuku acknowledged it as he sat down, "Well are you coming?"

You shrugged your shoulders as you reach for your glass. Izuku tried to take it away and you smack his hand. Even though you could taste the unresolved tension, you wanted to make things a bit lighter. "I don't know deku, what's the theme? If it's green then I can't come, you know that clashes with my complexion."

He doesn't laugh, not even a smile. Oh well not your problem. The bottle is empty much to your disappointment as you held the opening over your mouth. Deku sits there, fists on his knees as he makes a conflicted face. "How many bottles have you drunk?"

You slap his back, slightly impressed that his solid form didn't move. "Oh calm down worry wort!" A lazy grin comes over your face and a teasing tone slips into your voice. "I'm not an alcoholic...mmm, yet."

You both sat in silence, Deku swirling in his own emotions for  seeing you this way. You looked completely fine on the surface but he knew you better. They all knew you better. Bakugou's weekly gossip visits were nothing more than a check on your personal health.  Even Mineta had to pitch in.

"Hey Deku?" You looked off into thin air as you spoke but Izuku hung off your every word. 

"Can you kiss me?"

Deku didn't mean to stand up the way he did. You didn't react, you expected it if anything. "Y/n, you know I can't do that. Why would you even ask!?" You rubbed your eyes to rid yourself of the smallest threat of tears. You weren't an emotional drunk and you weren't going to start being one now.

"Mm just thought that if you did, maybe I could get over this fuzzy feeling in ma'chest." Deku blushed, from what you. didn't know, but you did notice how he sat back next to you, closer than before. "If I do…..will you come?"

I was going to come either way idiot

"I'll think about it."

Your lidded eyes picked up on the smallest movements and you shivered as Izuku held your chin between his fingers. The kiss was gentle and nothing more than a simple press. You would have been fine with that, that's all you wanted. What you weren't expecting was for Deku to continue.

You could feel your chest flair with the familiar discomfort of things being out of your control. His rough hands came home to your face as he deepened the kiss. You couldn't help but let out a small whimper as his tongue swiped against your bottom lip and he took that chance to delve deeper.

No

You pushed him away and stood. You both looked at each other, darkened eyes and veins fluttering with adrenaline. "Why?" you whispered, voice betraying you as it cracked. Izuku held his fist over his heart where you pushed him. "I..I did what you asked." You shook your head.

No, no this is wrong

Izuku stands up and tries to console you. The words that left his lips unrecognizable.

It's over isn't it?

"Y/n calm down please and let's talk." You put your hands over your ears. "You're so selfish." You wheezed. Why was the room getting darker?

It's over isn't it?

Strong hands grip your arms and you scrape them off. "Get out."

You won and he chose you

As a last resort, Deku tries to kiss you again, holding you close back your lower back, even daring to nibble your lips as he pulls away. "Y/n can you please focus!?" Why was he making it worse? You are not a home wrecker!!

And he loves you so he's gone

Izuku helplessly watched you fall into your own thoughts as you gripped the wall so hard your knuckles turned white. 

It's over isn't it?

You blindly stumble into your room and close the door, falling against it.

Why can't I move on?

Izuku tested his forehead against the door, trying to listen for any sign of life, even a heart beat. On the other side you fall into a dreamless sleep.

War and Glory

It rained on their wedding day. And in the worst way possible or made the ceremony even more beautiful as light drops of water tangled itself in Uraraka's veil. 

The pictures were to die for and so was the food. "Y/n come on, take a picture with me!" You sip some champagne and prepare yourself for your sin  free facade as you walk over to the new bride.

Her dress was gorgeous yet modest, one would confuse this gathering for a party since you were forced to wear white  with her and Deku despite you explaining  how weddings worked.

You kneeled to adjust to her height as she held the camera the highest she could. "You want me to do it?"  You took the phone and held it above you. Ochaco pouted as you dwarfed her and gripped her small hands on the front of your clothes.

She smelt of strawberry's and soap. 

Reinvention

Before you could pull away, she tugged your down as she came to whisper in your ear. "I know." She pulled away with the same small smile she wore since the day began. Your face mirrored one of fright and she quickly noticed.

She raised her hands in surrender as she tried to calm you down. "Hey what's that face for, it's fin-" you flinched as she reached out to touch you. Backing up, you ran into Deku who quickly held onto you to prevent you from falling.

You do your best to calmly untangle yourself from him, but subsequently jumping away as if you were on fire. The newly weds shared a look and you shivered as they both narrowed their eyes at you. Focused the same way they were when on a mission.

Fusion

Walking through the crowd of fans and distant family was no hard feat as you headed to the hotel the wedding was taking place behind. The two followed you and you tried your damnedest not to simply run.

You had almost made it out conservation free but Deku's hand quickly slapped on the side of the door before you could close it and he forced his way in as a limping Ochaco followed behind. "Come on Y/N, these heels are uncomfortable!" 

You could feel tears falling down your face as you backed away from the two. It wasn't out of fear, but shame. Shame that you had feelings for your friend. Shame that you kissed a taken and engaged man. Shame that his  wife knew.

"Y/n calm down it's fine, I don't mind!" You looked at her with confusion and bristled as Deku came closer. "I told her the day after it happened." You focus on Ochaco, preparing yourself for any physical attacks the small woman might deem necessary. "I'm sorry Ochaco, I-I didn't mean for it t-to happen."

Anger at the memory filled your brain and you almost didn't notice small hands taking hold of yours.

Her attention

"It's okay Y/N." Ochaco smiled warmly at you, bringing your hands to her lips as she kissed them gently. "I don't mind, infact this was the goal for a long time." You look at Deku for some coherent conversation, "What is she talking about."

Izuku blushed, "We've been trying to get your attention since highschool. We knew how you felt and didn't mind you joining us like Kachan, Kiri, and Mina." A steely gaze with the power of Aizawa's death glare, casted over Izuku's face, "But you kept running."

Ochaco waved her hands to divert the sudden hostile energy. "Anyways, we were planning on announcing it at the flower toss." Ochaco reached into her bussom and pulled out a small jewelry case. Inside it held a silver ring, strikingly similar to the one she now wore on her left hand.

"I know we really haven't got to get to know each other that well. And I know your feelings don't lie for me but, if you would like…" Deku gingerly plucked the ring from Uraraka's hands and the both lowered to their knees. (Ochaco with more effort as the fluff of her dress almost tipped her over)

Oop looks like i went over the limit?

#black y/n #blackreader #bnha headcanons #mha #bnha x black reader #bnha #deku x reader #deku x ochako #bnha ochaco #ochaco x reader #gn reader #mha x male reader #x male reader #poc male reader #male y/n #gender nuetral reader #poly love #mha angst #bnha angst

[askomori]

Since mod is offering hot takes I’d like to know what in your opinion is most likely to be the actual ending. Not by what you’ve read on the internet but judging from your own thoughts and your own experiences with these kinds of feelings. Do you genuinely believe Sunny would head out to talk to his friends? Do you think it all would be enough to get him to confront his past? Or do you think he’s more so destined to stay locked up in his bedroom and his dreamworld?

LONG POST............... KEK

>Do you genuinely believe Sunny would head out to talk to his friends?

honestly, not until sunny starts healing from everything that happened. he didn’t leave the house for 4 years even though kel never stopped trying to check in on him. even if all his friends received the truth well and didn’t hold it against him, that severe habitual isolation doesn’t go away overnight. maladapted coping mechanisms that arise from ptsd, especially ones that overtake your personality, take a tremendous amount of willpower to overcome. he would need years of working through the trauma in therapy.

he wasn’t ever a sociable kid, he was sort of awkward and uncomfortable around other people. mari was the one who helped him make friends, and you can see throughout the photo albums that he got more comfortable around them. its terrible that she had to die in that way because not only is mari not there to support him anymore, but the guilt is driving him into total isolation.

because i understand him well, i can identify that a lot of this is explained by schizoid personality disorder. (one thing this criteria list i attached below doesn’t explain well is the description “desires” nor “enjoys”. the misconception comes from, by nature of the disorder, being unresponsive to therapists, and often they may outright say they don’t want relationships because they’ve given up. it definitely presents that way though, and sunny definitely presents that way, with dropping out of school and not responding to kel’s attempts to help him.

i needed to clear this up because otherwise id get a bunch of people who don’t understand the disorder going “but he had friends when he was younger!”) 

^the criteria for reference. (more on szpd if you’re interested: https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/books/NBK559234/). 

(authors note: i love the flat affect representation because i never see that in media) (another side note: i love the juxtaposition of sunny’s flat affect and omori’s extreme emotions. its very accurate to someone who is terrified of showing emotions due to a trauma that involved them)

>Do you think it all would be enough to get him to confront his past?

luckily, moving out of the house that mari died in will be really good for him. and moving towns will also help him learn how to go outside again, because he no longer has the extra hurdle of worrying about seeing his old friends like he did for years before he told them the truth. he has space to sort through his feelings at his own pace without the unintentional pressure sunny felt because of his friends (ahem, kel) who were just trying to help and wanted him to be happy.

after finally getting the weight off his chest about the truth, he has a good start on confronting the past. there will be ups and downs, but i believe in him.

>Or do you think he’s more so destined to stay locked up in his bedroom and his dreamworld?

in the bad ending, yes. but in the true ending he accepted and embraced omori, the part of himself he thought was irredeemable, the part of him he was in his own psychological civil war with. (jfc this visual made me cry.)

 i know this isn’t a fluffy feels good answer and it made people mad when i answered this in a fandom server haha... but its realistic. to gloss over the painful truth of this game is to flat out disrespect the themes it portrays. this game is a tragedy, its not pleasant, but that’s what its like when you go through trauma and debilitating mental illness. its not realistic to just have one conversation in the hospital and all of a sudden everyone lives happily ever after. his friends will need time to process the truth as well.

but! i believe in everyone to resolve everything that they went through. they can bond through their shared pain and understanding each others perspectives, and i know they’ll come out the other side stronger.

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EDIT: I JUST REALIZED you asked if the real world events of the game were realistic. yeah fr when he left his house and stayed out all day and then did it again thrice i was like ok he built different... i could never

but if kel was knocking on sunny’s door every day since he learned sunny was moving, then it is a possibility sunny would give it a chance and would have built up the courage after a while because “im moving in 3 days so why not”.

remember: waiting for something to happen?

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EDIT 2: so i’m playing the hikikomori route and i like af that the player gets that choice. so far, this route is accurate too. i highly recommended playing both routes.

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please do not be ableist in my askbox in response to this! i will literally crazy murder you!!!

#i need to lie down #omori #askomori #sunny #my humble little opinion #serious

[xiaomoxu]

MLQC CN Victor (Li Zeyan) Exhibition Date Part 3 & 4

SPOILER ALERT!!

It's  a date which has released on CN server. I'm doing translation for personal reason, so I'm sorry if there's some mistranslation. Kindly tell me if you found some :) feel free for read it~ ^^

Read previous part here

Part.3

MC: This exhibit is called "It's Sunny Today", it's the work I want to include in the show

MC: These are the diaries of a woman for ten years, and they write the bits and pieces of her life.

MC: As for Mr. A, who is often mentioned in these diaries, he is the one she likes.

Li Zeyan bowed his head silently, flipping through one of the books

Li Zeyan: From the perspective of her narrative language style, it looks very similar to yours.

MC: Do you know what is written on the last page of this diary?.. Happy wedding.

Mr. A, whom she likes, declined her confession several times. Later, Mr. A immigrated abroad and the two broke contact.

MC: What she got again was the news that Mr. A was about to get married, so the diary stopped on this page.

Li Zeyan stopped reading the diary, his expression was a little surprised.

Li Zeyan: So what is the purpose of her diary?

I stared at the yellowed cover of the diary and recalled the description in the guidebook.

MC: There is no purpose.

MC: She later said...this is her real life, and it is a very peaceful life.

MC: In the past ten years, she entered postgraduate studies, went to a listed company as a supervisor, and later became a manager and director...

MC: Never give up on yourself for a moment.

MC: Her major for postgraduate entrance examination is one of the most difficult majors in the country.

MC: But when she thought that this school was very close to the high school Mr. A had attended, she persevered.

MC: She felt that even if she walked around the school, she seemed to be closer to his life.

MC: For a long time, she lived alone and recorded by herself,

MC: There are no grand surprises and pains, only trivial life and emotions.

Although it is a sad story, but judging from the cute and interesting description in her diary, even if she feels regretful, she still lives well.

But I talked a lot about it, but Li Zeyan kept silent, so I walked up to him and gently pulled his cuff.

MC: I finished reading here, shall we go?

Li Zeyan: This is the exhibit you want to enter the show, don't you take some photos and go back?

MC: I have this plan, but I am afraid you may find it boring.

Upon receiving his inquiring eyes, I honestly said frankly.

MC: After all, President Li always has some important things in his head every day...

MC: It is understandable that you have no interest in this kind of little love.

Li Zeyan smiled casually.

Li Zeyan: If I'm not interested in this kind of little love, I will not accompany you here on weekends.

He glanced at the diary on display again, and his expression showed some emotion.

Li Zeyan: In fact, human emotions are interlinked, and I understand her.

I didn't expect Li Zeyan to give such an answer, but I was a little stunned.

MC: Don't you think she was wasted the time she spent writing in the diary?

Li Zeyan: Will not.

Li Zeyan cast his gaze on one of the pages in the diary.

Li Zeyan: She herself wrote: No moment of time is wasted for love.

I rarely hear this type of words from Li Zeyan, it even makes me feel strange.

In my impression, we seem to seldom talk directly about the theme of "love".

Maybe it is because he always loves words and opinions. Maybe it is because I have always had a big mind. We always have no chance to understand the meaning of the word seriously.

Will he feel the same when he sees these exhibits?

I looked down, and after a short hesitation, I looked at him again.

Li Zeyan: what you want to say?

MC: Thinking... about the question you just asked me.

I went forward two more steps, one by one at such a close distance, he didn't retreat for half a step, but leaned toward me slightly.

MC: I think Little love is very interesting.

MC: You met someone and felt some emotions.

MC: From then on, you are no longer what you were before, you have been changed. This is a trace.

MC: Such traces will remain in paintings and texts, in sculptures and photography... I can also feel this trace.

Li Zeyan lowered his head and cast his eyes, and there was light and shadow in the quiet pupils.

Li Zeyan: For example.

I clearly caught the smile raised by his lips, and thought seriously.

MC: For example... The format of my plan has changed.

MC: First line indentation, font size ten to five, and paragraph spacing 1.5 are the most pleasing formats for you!

Li Zeyan raised his eyebrows lightly.

Li Zeyan: Only in this way?

MC: And there is... I became picky eater.

MC: I never thought any food was bad.

MC: But Souvenir's special menu has made my taste worse, and now I almost feel like eating Michelin.

Li Zeyan didn't hold back his smile, shook his head helplessly, and took my hand.

Li Zeyan: follow me.

There is an exhibition board in the innermost part of the second floor exhibition hall, which describes the entire process of how the exhibition was initiated to how to grow.

Picture of the curator on top....

MC: The coffee shop owner just now!

Li Zeyan: Fortunately, you did the strategy in advance, but you didn't recognize him?

MC: I just said how familiar he is!

MC: Say so...

MC: The story about this exhibition is also his story.

The literary youth who secretly fell in love with a girl spent a lot of time because they did not know how to confess. When he finally plucked up the courage, the girl died of cancer.

These words are just a few words written on the whiteboard, and even some clichés.

But when I think that this is someone, the real life that is happening, I can't help feeling regret and sadness in my heart.

Li Zeyan: So the name of this exhibition is "Speak Out".

Li Zeyan: The existence of traces is the way in which feelings are spoken.

MC: Whether it's a mouse hidden in a painting, a miss written in a diary, or a stone sculpture with a face of love...

MC: Are talking about their thoughts.

MC: Together with this exhibition, it is also a voice from the coffee shop owner who wants to make up for his regrets.

All the clips are strung together in front of my eyes, making my heart feel the most real touch.

MC: Li Zeyan, although a bit old fashioned....

MC: But if I want to make the program "New Year's Emotions" the theme of "Speak Out"...

MC: Will you approve (or reject) my plan?

Li Zeyan glanced at me, eyebrows stretched.

Li Zeyan: Depends on the quality of the plan.

Part.4

When we finished viewing the exhibition and walked out of the gate of the exhibition hall, a cold wind mixed with drizzle came.

The sun was still shining when I went out, why did it suddenly rain

Li Zeyan: I asked Wei Qian to come and pick us up.

MC: Huh? There's no need..

I quickly took out the tickets for this exhibition from my bag.

MC: I remember that the souvenirs sent by this exhibition seem to be an umbrella exchange with a ticket to the small window.

Li Zeyan naturally took the tickets from me.

Li Zeyan: You are waiting for me here.

MC: Okay

While waiting, I couldn’t help but look back at the exhibition hall and saw the coffee shop owner is closing the door.

Accompanied by the closing music melody, he flipped the store's "OPEN" sign and hung it up as "CLOSE", then inserted a lock and put the key in his pocket.

This should be his ordinary day again.

But he noticed my gaze and couldn't help but glanced at me, then smiled and waved at me and walked deeper into the exhibition hall.

There are many people in this world who have not even been able to say the most important thing, but I am different.

While in a trance, Li Zeyan had already returned under an umbrella.

In the gloomy night, the street lamps were lit up, and he slowly walked towards me in the interlacing of light and shadow.

I saw the fine raindrops wet his hair, and the dim light mingled in his deep eyes.

The traces that have already existed, it should be said in a more direct way...

MC: Li Zeyan, have you heard the music coming out of the exhibition hall?

Li Zeyan didn't hear my overtones and explained it to me seriously.

Li Zeyan: This music is to remind visitors that the closing time is up.

I was a little helpless, and then whispered to him.

MC: Didn't you think of anything else? Don't you think this music is a bit familiar?

Li Zeyan was silent, frowning slightly, as if thinking seriously.

No longer giving Li Zeyan time to think, I ran to him in small steps and stretched out a hand to him with a smile on my back.

MC: This gentleman, can you dance with me while enjoying your face?

Li Zeyan's eyes dazzled slightly.

MC: When you first taught me to dance, you used this tune.

The world is silent, and I hear my heart beating with pounding expectations.

MC: This is the trace of me being changed by you.

The warm fingertips pressed against my palm. Before I recovered, Li Zeyan pulled me into his arms completely.

In the minor tune played on the violin, I followed Li Zeyan's footsteps, gently stepping on the melody, and jumping around in circles.

The night is sinking, but my eyes are full of light

The joy exploded in my heart, like bright fireworks soaring into the night sky, echoing the sky full of stars.

No words can describe such a feeling of satisfaction.

MC: What about you?

Li Zeyan: Me what?

MC: Do you have nothing to say to me? After watching the exhibition all afternoon, there is always some afterthought.

Li Zeyan stopped and held me tight. Some raindrops were blown by the diagonal wind, and he leaned over the umbrella to completely block the rain.

Li Zeyan: Dummy.

The raindrops pattered on the umbrella surface, accompanied by his low voice falling to my ears, as if all the noise was isolated, and only him in the world existed in front of me.

Li Zeyan: Let a greedy cat clamor for dessert after dinner, I baked pudding before going out.

Li Zeyan: Do you think this is a sign of change?

~END~

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Hearts With(out) Chains Chapter 14

Fandom: One Piece Rating: PG-13 Pairings: Gen (eventual Lawlu) Words: 5213 Characters: Trafalgar Law, Doflamingo, Violet, Baby 5, Trebol, Diamante, Monkey D. Luffy, Robin, Sanji, Usopp, Franky Notes: I’m taking my turn at the Corazon!Law AU because my brain won’t leave me alone until this is written down. Tags will be updated as the chapters come out.

Summary: Law is reclaimed by the Family when he's 17 and, with Doflamingo holding the lives of his crew as collateral for his good behavior, eventually becomes the third Corazon. Years later, trapped by his impossible situation, Law finds a strange connection to Monkey D. Luffy, which offers a glimpse of something he's repeatedly had ripped away from him: hope.

Previous chapters: Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13

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Two Days Ago

Law stood at the helm of the Thousand Sunny, one hand light on the wheel as he watched Dressrosa come into focus. Though Law’s own ship was a submarine, he’d learned how to sail other vessels well enough and directed the Sunny toward the port. The sea, as expected, was calm, so there was little maneuvering he needed to do. With the weather warming up as the ship approached Dressrosa, Law had discarded his coat and rolled up the sleeves of his hoodie, though he was still warm beneath his hat. The ship was eerily quiet, considering whose home she was.

Law glanced down at the hat in his other hand; he could have put it down on the deck alongside his coat and Kikoku, but he hadn’t been able to when the feeling of the worn straw under his fingers was such a stark reminder of those weeks on Amazon Lily two years earlier—where the whole mess Law now found himself had begun.

As Law steered the Sunny into the familiar docks and dropped anchor, the only people greeting him were dock workers, already unwinding ropes in preparation for securing the ship to the dock. Curious. And fortuitous. The last person Law wanted to run into before seeing Doffy was Violet; the less she knew about what Law had gotten into on Punk Hazard, the better for them both. Though she’d obfuscated for him more than once in the past, she’d never outright lied to Doffy for him—and he wouldn’t ask her to, knowing what she was risking. He’d take the small victories where he could find them.

Straw hat still in hand, though with his heavy coat now draped over it, and Kikoku resting in her usual place against his shoulder, Law pocketed his log pose and hopped down from the ship. He peered down the docks to see the Polar Tang shining brightly in the late-afternoon sun. His chest gave a twinge at the thought of the ship that had been home for the last decade. Would she be able to take the Hearts to freedom? Or would she be stuck docked in the Dressrosan harbor without a crew to sail her after today?

He shook his head and glanced back at the Thousand Sunny once more, looking for anything out of place. When he saw nothing, he took a breath and turned back toward the city. He raised an eyebrow when he noticed the harbor master hurrying toward him.

“Corazon, sir!” he huffed once he reached Law. “My apologies for not greeting you immediately.”

“It’s fine,” Law said, waving him off.

He really wasn’t in the mood for this, but the harbor master’s mood could be a good indicator of how he would be received in the city; if news from Punk Hazard had reached Dressrosa and Law was walking headfirst into a trap, Doffy likely would have had the harbor master and his workers watching for Law’s arrival and trying to detain him until Doffy himself could arrive. The harbor master, however, like most Dressrosans, was too terrified of the executives to lie to their faces—even on order of the king. That he didn’t seem to be hiding any ulterior motives was a positive sign.

“Shall I call a carriage to bring you back to the palace?”

“I’ll walk,” Law said, talking a few steps up the dock.

“Are you sure?” the harbor master asked, falling in step with him. “It’s no trouble and would be faster.”

Law leveled a stare at the man, and he quavered. “O-of course, I didn’t mean to challenge you, sir.” He swallowed before nodding at the Sunny. “And this ship?”

Law forced his lips into a smirk. “A trophy from a defeated pirate crew. Keep it in good shape until the king can inspect it.”

Doffy loved keeping trophies, from plundered goods and hijacked ships to defeated crews themselves—many of whom turned into merchandise—from his many victories, so the harbor master didn’t so much as blink at the explanation.

“Of course, Corazon.”

They’d reached the end of the docks, and the harbor master bowed Law out into the city before turning back to the dock workers and yelling orders at them.

Law strode the familiar streets of the city toward the palace, ignoring the eyes and murmured whispers of his title by the Dressrosan citizens and the toys as he passed; Law always drew a fair amount of attention when he was out, considering his status as second to the king. Being watched didn’t mean Doffy knew what had happened. He forced his tense shoulders down as he walked. He was returning from a straight-forward mission, as he had hundreds of times before. There was nothing different about today.

Pushing aside his paranoia, Law trekked the familiar streets until he reached the palace. The grounds were quiet as he stepped through the gates, and he licked his lips. He was used to the palace being busy, members of the Family and servants alike scurrying around the grounds at all hours of the day. In the late afternoon, he’d expect to see preparations being made for dinner, but, as he walked toward the courtyard, he only saw a few figures moving about in the distance.

“Ah, Corazon!”

Law started as Rosalie, Doffy’s personal aide, came hurrying out of a side hallway. Forcing his expression neutral, he nodded at her.

“The Young Master asked me to find you once you arrived. He’s waiting in his office.”

Law nodded for Rosalie to lead the way, and she turned on her heel to head back into the palace. As they walked, Law considered whether he was more or less likely to be ambushed in Doffy’s office. On the one hand, it held fewer people, which meant fewer enemies for Law to fend off in the case of an attack. On the other hand, it was more isolated from the rest of the palace, meaning fewer people would know what was happening—not that Law would find himself with many allies in the palace if he was outed as a traitor to the Family.

He shook his head; there was no point in catastrophizing until he assessed what information Doffy had. Instead, he addressed Rosalie. As Doffy’s personal aide, she was aware of more goings on in the palace than most, as she was regularly required to track down Family members on short notice for the king.

“The grounds are quiet. Where is everyone?”

She looked back at him to acknowledge that he’d spoken before returning her gaze forward as she strode forward with purpose. “I believe Trebol is with Sugar. Diamante is at the Colosseum, making preparations for the upcoming tournament. I believe Machvise is with him. Pica is at the training grounds, drilling soldiers,” she said, ticking off executives with her fingers. “Dellinger is at the beach with Jora and Lao G. Señor Pink and Gladius left for a mission this morning. Buffalo and Baby 5 went to the market an hour ago. Violet retired to the library after lunch.”

Law nodded, the tension in his shoulders easing a bit. None of that seemed unusual and explained why the grounds were as quiet as they were.

Once they reached Doffy’s office, Rosalie knocked on the door and waited for the king’s call to enter. She ducked inside to inform him of Law’s arrival. A few moments later, she stepped back into the hallway and gestured Law inside.

Law took a steadying breath then strode past Rosalie into the office, suppressing a flinch as the door shut behind him. Doffy sat at his desk, papers spread out in front of him and a pen in hand. Law stepped forward but remained just outside of Doffy’s wingspan—not that it really mattered with his strings. He could have Law trapped with no more than a thought. Law’s fingers itched to activate a Room, but he knew that would only give him away. Instead, he did his best to wrap himself in the cloak that was Corazon, second in command to a Warlord and a king.

Even Corazon, however, knew to wait until Doffy was ready (having learned that lesson the hard way), so he waited. Once Doffy finished signing a document, he put his pen down and looked up at Law. He crossed his arms and tilted his head.

“Welcome back, Corazon.”

Law was unable to read anything in his expression or vocal tone so pressed forward. “Thank you, Young Master.”

“I trust you ran into no further complications?”

Law quirked his lips into one of his trademark smirks. “Of course not. I even brought presents. One is in the harbor.”

Doffy chuckled, a deep, pleased sound that rumbled lightly throughout the small room. “I heard.” Of course he had. “Very impressive. What else?”

Law pulled the straw hat out from under his coat and tossed it onto Doffy’s desk. Doffy froze as he realized what had landed in front of him.

“A trophy,” Law said. “From the head of one of the Worst Generation.”

“Take it, Torao. If it’ll make Mingo believe I’m dead, then take it.”

“Straw Hat-ya, I can’t take this.”

“Shishishi, I know you’ll give it back. I trust you!”

“This hat—” Doffy murmured, turning the worn thing over in his hands, the straw crinkling in the quiet between the two pirates. Doffy looked up sharply at Law. “Do you know who this hat belonged to?” At Law’s frown, Doffy shook his head. “Never mind,” he said, voice gentling. “This is quite the prize.”

Law blinked and caught the hat on instinct when Doffy tossed it back to him.

“You defeated its wearer, my Corazon. It is your trophy.” His lips twitched. “Though I think your own hat suits you better.”

Law snorted. “Not a lot of use for a straw hat in the North.” And Law was, at his core, a child of the North Blue—of winter islands and warfare.

“Indeed.”

“Was there anything else?” Law asked, raising an eyebrow. Impertinence was one of his defining traits, after all.

Doffy waved him off, already looking back toward the paperwork in front of him. “Dinner’s in an hour. Get yourself cleaned up.”

Law gave a shallow bow then turned to leave. Presenting his back to Doffy was one of the hardest things he’d done in a long time, but he forced himself to offer that vulnerability, since, if nothing were wrong, Doffy at his back would be no threat. Breath caught in his throat, Law headed out of Doffy’s office, part of him waiting to be impaled with an onslaught of strings…

But it never came.

He let out the breath he’d been holding when the door shut behind him and very nearly slumped against the wall. But the walls had eyes in the palace, so Law instead straightened his spine and headed to his chambers. He wanted nothing more than to make a direct line to the Hearts’ wing of the palace to check in with his crew, but with the distance he’d kept from them in the previous years, doing so would look out of character.

He encountered only a few servants as he headed for his room. Once he shut the door behind him, he leaned back against it tiredly and ran a hand over his face. He hadn’t been locked up in Seastone and thrown in the dungeon yet, so that was a good sign. Maybe, just maybe, he could get his crew out after all. They’d be on the run, but that would be better than the prison they found themselves in now—and they had allies.

Law dropped his coat on his bed and rested Kikoku on top of it. He placed the straw hat on his desk and pulled his Den Den Mushi from his coat pocket. He put the snail on the desk next to the hat then went into the bathroom, as if to wash up; instead, he activated a Room. He Scanned for the surveillance snail in the vents that kept an eye on his room and, with a quick Shambles, switched it with a snail he’d set up years earlier to broadcast a recorded feed of his empty room. Now it would simply appear that Law was in the shower. He’d found the surveillance snail immediately after he’d moved into the palace at seventeen, though he had no idea how often Doffy checked the feed nearly a decade later. The snail had never been removed, though, so Law worked under the assumption that the Warlord regularly monitored it to be safe.

Law then stepped back into the bedroom and went over to his desk. He pulled out a scrap of paper and scribbled a note: After dinner. Crew meeting. He folded it and pushed his Room in the direction of the Hearts’ quarters until he found Bepo’s room. The bear wasn’t in the room at the moment, but that was not unusual at this time of day. Law switched his note with pen on Bepo’s desk then retracted his Room once more.

That done, he turned to his Den Den Mushi and dialed. He only had to wait two rings before the other side picked up.

“Torao, it’s about time!”

“I told you to give me until nightfall to check in, Straw Hat-ya,” Law snapped, glancing out the window at the late afternoon sun. “I’m early.”

“But it’s boooooring on your ship,” Luffy whined.

Law rolled his eyes. Before arriving in Dressrosa, he’d come up with a plan to sneak the Straw Hats in without them being noticed. Because Doffy had eyes on all the ships coming into and going out of the harbor, it was imperative the Straw Hats stay out of sight as the ship approached. They would stay below deck as Law steered the Thousand Sunny into the harbor.

Then, while Law then checked in with Doflamingo at the palace, pretending the Sunny was a conquest of their fight, the Straw Hats would use their submersible to make their way to the Polar Tang; Doffy would undoubtedly have his men examining the Sunny to see what Law had brought him, so it would be a poor hiding place. The Tang, however, was generally left alone except for some basic maintenance, meaning she would be safe for the Straw Hats to hide out in until Law could contact them with an update and to decide their next move. He’d left them with a hand-drawn map of the palace as well as a rough map of the city itself for them to study while they waited.

Luffy had protested, wanting to see the city and, naturally, try the local cuisine, but his crew had reminded him that they were all supposed to be dead; being recognized would put Law and his nakama in danger, and—after his suggestion that they go into the city in disguises was thoroughly shot down—that had quieted his complaints.

Mostly.

“Boring?” Franky called, affronted, from somewhere in the background. “This ship is super! I want to know everything about her, Tra-bro!”

Law sighed. “Please tell Robo-ya to refrain from destroying my ship before we leave Dressrosa.”

“We’ll rein him in, Torao-kun,” Robin promised, though there was humor in her voice. “What happened with Doflamingo?”

“Mm, yeah. What happened with Mingo?” Luffy echoed. It sounded like he was moving around the Den Den Mushi, likely bursting with pent up energy. Law only hoped his ship would survive the Straw Hats’ cyborg and its bored captain.

“He seemed to take my report at face value,” Law said. “But there’s no telling when he’ll hear from his sources in the Marines about what happened. We’ll still need to move quickly.”

“When do I get to kick his ass?” Luffy asked. Several of the Straw Hats groaned in the background.

“That’s not the point of this, Luffy,” Robin reminded him, not unkindly. “The goal is to get Torao-kun and his nakama out of Dressrosa unnoticed.”

“We’re trying to avoid a fight with a Warlord, Luffy!” Usopp added, a tinge of panic in his voice.

“Fine,” Luffy grumbled.

“I’m expected at dinner with the Family this evening,” Law said, breaking in. “If I skip it, it’ll raise suspicions.”

Luffy whooped in excitement at the thought of food, and Sanji snapped that he’d brought food from the Sunny, which only made the younger captain more excited.

Law grimaced, wondering not for the first time why the mysterious pull in his chest had brought him to these people. He knew the Family was its own type of ridiculous, but the Straw Hats took that to a whole other level. Why did he think he could entrust something as important as his nakama’s lives to them?

“I’ll see my nakama after dinner and contact you then,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Good luck,” Robin said over her chaotic crewmates.

“Same to you,” Law replied then hung up.

For a moment, he stared at the snail then at the hat on the desk next to it. This was a terrible idea, but Law was already in too deep to turn back now.

After a quick shower to wash off the travel and battle from the last two days, Law changed into a clean pair of jeans and a t-shirt then switched the surveillance snail back to the one with live feed and dropped his Room. Pulling his hat on, he glanced at Kikoku but decided not to bring her to dinner; he didn’t usually walk around the palace grounds with the nodachi in hand. His head was starting to ache—the concussion symptoms, while improving, were still bothering him—so he took some painkillers before heading to the dining room.

Though Law was on edge, dinner was a standard Family affair. The only executives not present were Señor Pink and Gladius, who were off the island. Law easily fell into his typical standoffish self, meandering into the dining room a couple of minutes late and sliding into his seat with an insincere smirk. Doffy, who was in the middle of a discussion with Trebol, merely raised an eyebrow at him, and Law shrugged. Doffy huffed once before turning back to Trebol.

Law rarely invited conversation at meals, though Baby 5 wanted to tell anyone who would listen—and for some reason, she thought Law was listening—about the wares she’d found at the market. Law ignored her, picking at his plate without much enthusiasm. The food, as always, was excellent—Doffy had high expectations of those who worked for him; Law’s stomach was simply tied in knots. It was a good thing Law rarely finished his meals, so his lack of appetite tonight didn’t appear unusual.

More than once, Law looked up to see Violet trying to catch his eye from several seats down the table. Law shook his head minutely and looked back down at his plate. He didn’t need to get her involved in this.

Law started when he felt a smack on his arm. He rubbed it with a frown at Baby 5. “What was that for?”

“Are you even listening to me, Corazon?”

Law snorted. “Of course not.”

Baby narrowed her eyes. “You’re such a jerk,” she muttered.

“Don’t act so surprised, Baby,” Law replied, lips twitching. It was easy enough to fall into this familiar pattern of banter with her.

She sighed dramatically. “You have been a jerk since you were ten.”

Law rested his chin on his hand, angling himself toward her slightly. “You want me to hear about your day, but you didn’t even ask me how my mission went.”

She scrunched up her nose then sighed resignedly. “How did your mission go, Corazon?”

Law shrugged, turning back to the table. “Fine.”

“You asshole!” she squawked, whacking him in the arm again. “Did you get rid of all your manners with your spots?”

Law gaped at her a moment before laughing in surprise. He would miss this; Baby was one of the only members of the Family he cared about. She’d been one of the few things that made his return to the Family tolerable.

“Just my people skills.” He picked up a piece of silverware from the table. “I still know a salad fork from a dessert fork.”

The rest of their conversation was cut short as Doffy pushed back from the table and rose. He nodded at the members of the Family gathered around the table.

“The rest of the night is yours. I have work to attend to.” He glanced to the side. “Pica, Machvise, a word in my office.”

As the summoned executives stood to follow Doffy from the dining room, Law pushed himself away from the table and headed for the hallway. He had a few things he needed from his room before meeting with his crew so headed that way; he could have just opened a Room and summoned them, but something told him to reserve his stamina for now.

He was about halfway to his chambers when he stopped. “What do you want, Violet?” He turned to see her turning a corner to face him.

She crossed her arms. “Why were you ignoring me at dinner?”

Law suppressed a sigh. “Because I’m an asshole.”

“True, but that’s not it. Try again.”

“I have a lot on my mind. Now, if you’ll excuse me—” Law started to turn back toward his room. He knew he was being unfair to her, but he didn’t want her reading him. Not today.

“Corazon, stop. Something is going on with you.”

Law turned back to her, jaw clenched. “Violet, don’t.”

“I can just read you to find out,” she threatened, lifting her hands.

Law grabbed her wrists before her hands could reach her face. “Don’t.”

She narrowed her eyes. “Let go.”

“Don’t try to read me, Violet,” Law practically growled. “I mean it. Not this time.”

She let out a huff then nodded. “Fine. Now let go.”

He released her wrists, and she rubbed her left wrist absently. “Something happened on your mission.”

Law chewed on the inside of his cheek for a moment before agreeing, “Yes.”

“What can I do?”

He blinked at her in surprise. “What?”

“If you’re in trouble, let me help.”

Law shook his head. She’d been trying to help him almost since he arrived in Dressrosa, and now the only way he could repay her was to keep her out of this mess. She had her father and niece to think about.

“Not for this one.”

“But—”

“Let it go, Violet.” Then he did open a Room and Shamble himself into his chambers, leaving a pen in his place in the hallway.

Years of practice with his powers allowed him to avoid landing awkwardly on his desk, and he dropped to the floor. He opened a drawer in his desk and pushed aside the items inside. He pressed on the right spot, and the false bottom opened. He reached in and grabbed the papers inside then replaced the false bottom and shut the drawer. He spread the papers out on his desk: blueprints of the castle. Violet had once mentioned that there was a secret passageway in the castle that only the Riku family knew about. She hadn’t revealed its location, though, and Law hadn’t asked.

If he could find that on the blueprints now, perhaps he could use it to get his crew out without being detected. He leaned over the paper with a frown, looking for anything that looked out of place or that he didn’t recognize. He could have asked her in the hallway just now, but he didn’t want what he was looking for getting back to Doflamingo—not before he and his nakama were gone, anyway.

He was so focused on the blueprints that he was taken by surprise when his door slammed open, rattling on its hinges. Law jerked upright but didn’t have a chance to react before a wave of mucus slammed him into the far wall. Law’s head slammed back against the wall. His vision darkened, and his body went slack, air leaving his lungs in a sharp exhale.

Goddamn concussion, he thought blearily as the world slowly started coming back into focus in front of him. His doctor side was distantly outraged at the battering his brain was taking, but the rest of him—the part in the here and now—was just trying to breathe.

As he came back to his senses, the first thing he recognized was that he was being held upright against the wall by Trebol’s mucus. Gross.

The shapes in front of him slowly materialized into Trebol and Diamante standing in his doorway.

“What the fuck, Trebol?” Law growled, though his voice lacked the power he wanted to put behind it.

“That’s what we should be asking you, Corazon.”

Law’s stomach dropped as Doffy entered the room behind his two executives. Law could feel the anger radiating off him.

He knows, Law realized. I wasn’t fast enough, and he knows. Fuck.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Law said, glancing around to assess his options. Though the mucus was holding him to the wall, his lower arms were free, so he could still form a Room. Kikoku was on the bed, but he could summon her with a Room.

He just had to do it at the right moment.

Doffy paused at Law’s desk and looked down at the papers. “Blueprints of the castle?” He turned back to Law. “And how did you get your hands on these?” Then he shook his head. “Never mind. I know how resourceful you are. And why would you need blueprints of the castle? Looking for an escape route?”

“Escape? Because that’s gone so well for me in the past,” Law scoffed, though he knew it wasn’t lost on Doffy that he’d side-stepped the question.

“I just heard from some sources in the Marines,” Doffy said, resuming his approach into Law’s space. “You’ll never believe who they have in custody.”

“I’m sure you’ll tell me.”

Law winced as a string sliced through his cheek. It was a shallow cut, but blood dripped down the side of his face. A warning.

“Monet and Caesar,” Doffy said, tilting his head as he looked down at Law. “And I can’t imagine how that could be when you told me you saw them this morning, Corazon.”

Law licked his lips, hating the way he had to look up at the Warlord. “I did see them this morning.” That wasn’t a lie. He’d just… withheld the condition he’d seen them in. “If they were careless enough to get arrested after I left, that’s not on me.”

Another string sliced through Law’s cheek, this one a bit deeper, just below the first cut.

Doffy leaned over to whisper in Law’s ear, “I’d be very careful of what you say next.” The temperature dropping with Doffy’s icy words.

Law swallowed but remained silent. Doffy could probably feel the racing of his heart at this proximity.

“I’m only going to ask once. Did you see Vergo on Punk Hazard?”

“I thought Vergo was here.” Which was true—he had thought that, until Vergo had shown his face on the Straw Hats’ ship the day before.

Doffy straightened and, eyes never leaving Law’s, pulled a Den Den Mushi from his coat. He dialed a number from memory.

The discarded coat on Law’s bed started to ring.

Law cursed silently. He’d completely forgotten to get rid of Vergo’s Den Den Mushi. He’d planned to look it over on the trip from Punk Hazard, but he’d gotten distracted by making plans to get the Straw Hats into Dressrosa, and the snail had remained untouched in his pocket.

Doffy finally tore his gaze from Law and went over to the bed. He grabbed Law’s coat and dug around until he found the buzzing snail. Law’s own Den Den Mushi was on his desk and silent, cutting off that potential excuse.

“This is Vergo’s Den Den Mushi.”

“I…”

“Vergo’s dead,” Doffy said, the snail still ringing in his hand. Doffy’s voice remained low, and Law had, from his childhood, found Doffy’s restrained fury far more terrifying than when the man lost his cool. “His heart had been removed from his chest and squeezed.”

Law was well and truly fucked.

Deciding he had nothing to lose, he flexed his fingers ever-so-slightly in preparation to open a Room—

Then cried out as a blade impaled itself through the palm of his right hand.

It took a moment for his abused brain to register why, other than the pain, this was such a problem.

It was his dominant hand.

The one he used to wield Kikoku.

The one he used to control his Fruit.

The one he led with in surgery.

Oh.

Oh.

“Nuh uh,” Diamante said from the other end of his waving blade. “No tricks, boy.”

“Nene, Corazon. Don’t surgeons need their hands?” Trebol chuckled.

Law made a choked sound as Diamante pulled the blade out. His thoughts spun as his hand dripped blood to the carpet beneath him. He’d felt worse pain than this—nothing he’d experienced had been worse than the final stages of Amber Lead Disease—but this was his hand.

“I can do the other one, Doffy. Make sure he can’t pull anything,” Diamante offered.

“No,” Doffy said, eyeing Law. “He’s no good to me if he can’t use his Fruit.”

Trebol’s mucus retreated, and Law fell forward. Without thinking, he reached out with his hands to catch himself then crumpled into a heap with a cry, hand coming to his chest as an electric shock jolted from his hand through his entire arm. The breath caught in his throat and the room around him fuzzed.

He’d failed.

He’d failed as an executive.

He’d failed as an ally.

He’d failed as a surgeon.

He’d failed as a captain.

He’d failed as a friend.

He’d failed Cora-san.

He barely registered the snapping of Seastone restraints around his wrists, the little strength he had left draining from his body as he went limp on the floor.

From somewhere above him, Doffy spoke, though Law couldn’t make out the words. He winced but didn’t struggle as Trebol and Diamante each grabbed one of his arms. The two executives dragged him bodily down the hallways of the palace, his feet trailing limply behind him. In his peripheral vision, he caught Violet’s shocked expression as the procession passed.

Law grimaced as they reached the stairs to the dungeon but didn’t have the strength to try to get his feet under him, so his legs thumped against each stone step as he was taken down. At the bottom, Trebol and Diamante exchanged a few words with the guard then followed him to what Law assumed was one of the Seastone cells. The guard opened the door, and Law was pulled into the cell and shoved against the wall, forcing the breath from his lungs. The chain between his wrist shackles was hooked above Law’s head before all the figures retreated.

Law slumped forward in defeat.

But he jerked upright at a familiar voice.

“Captain?”

Next chapter

#This kind of exploded on me #trafalgar law #Donquixote Doflamingo #Caitlin's fic #One Piece fanfic #One Piece fanfiction

[alcalavicci]

More newspaper fun! This time, relating to quotes about child stars.

I looked up Roddy and Dean since I was wondering if they’d been in anything else together besides Compulsion. Turns out, not really, but they pop up a lot whenever 40s child star nostalgia comes up.

1957: [Note: Dean was lent out to 20th Century Fox for 4 movies- Home Sweet Homicide, Gentleman’s Agreement, Deep Waters and Down to the Sea in Ships. The article also talks about her job and the regulations for the education. They needed 1 teacher for every 10 students and of course the article doesn’t discuss how the 3 hours were broken up into 15-minute blocks.]

"For 21 years, Mrs. Klamt has supervised the education of child actors at 20th Century Fox studios. [...] 

“Can child actors learn as much in three hours as other students do at normal schools? 'I think so,' Mrs. Klamt said. 'The students get closer attention. The learning is much more concentrated.' [...] 

“I asked Mrs. Klamt if she thought child actors were happy. 'I think they're happy as children,' she said. 'Later? I'm not so sure.'"

1961: This is an article with Rose Marie (also known as Baby Rosemarie) and it has similar problems to the article with Gigi Perreau I mentioned a while back. She was a child star during the 1930s and according to her IMDb, was only in four movies as a child. To show you how minimal her experience was, the article opens with:

"The sunny-faced young woman noted with a tinge of sincere regret that the day of the child star in the entertainment world seemed to be over."

She got out of show business “at the public’s request” (ouch) and got educated, married, and then she found a job on the Dick Van Dyke show (which she was more known for later on). 

The article ends with her saying, "Some kid stars became fine adult actors, but too many others got into trouble, went to hospitals and even to jails. As for me, I look back and wonder if Baby Rosemarie ever really existed."

There’s so much to unpack there. I feel like the era she went through didn’t have as much scrutiny on the kids as Dean and Roddy’s era did/she escaped more of the scrutiny. Shirley Temple is similar to Rose Marie, since her mother was able to shelter her from a lot of her fame and she was able to grow up better adjusted. But to be kind of dismissive of those who suffered? Ouch.

1984: This is a promotion article for Dick Moore’s book “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.”

"As you would expect from reading it, [Dick] Moore is a strong person himself, able to look back at those days with anger and humor... and detachment. He had to be strong. They all had to be, and some of them weren't. [...] Nearly all of [the former child stars] went through several marriages, alcohol or drug problems, psychiatric treatment and depressingly similar chronicles of anguish before they could adjust to life as mere people."

The article describes how Jackie Cooper and Peggy Ann Garner got screwed over for their money (this is why Coogan’s Law exists now). And others got screwed over totally by their parents. "McDowall wanted to go to college, but 'who was going to do the work? "Of course, dear, you can do anything you want, but..."'

Rightfully so, the article tears into stage parents who wanted to be successful via their children and the pressures those kids were put under. Some former child stars turned directors (like Coogan) didn’t want to work with kids. Now, with movies taking longer to make, child stars aren’t as much of a thing. 

Moore was happy he got a relatively normal childhood and was encouraged to go to public school. But he said, “Those who had the most trouble were those who didn't have money saved for them and those who were never encouraged to do anything else.” Roddy had trouble too. "When Roddy McDowall broke away from his family at 21 and moved to New York, 'he couldn't act, he had been told he was a star and didn't need to know anything. Acting skill? What was that? He didn't even know how to go into a department store and buy a necktie.' 

“What is remarkable about those child stars is how many of them did make it into the outside world, Moore said. 'We were all perfectionists, exceptional children, bright. Many of us loved the work when we were doing it. They tried to hold us back, like they bound up Judy Garland's breasts for "The Wizard of Oz." When you have a lot of responsibility too early, sometimes you have trouble handling it when you get it later, as an adult.' [...] Isolated, ignorant, yet constantly pushed into 'dates' by the publicity people, most child stars grew up bewildered by the whole business of sex. Nearly all of them reported they were virgins when they got married." I’m side-eyeing that one rumor about Flynn with this quote but eh who knows.

The article ends with how Moore has no interest in modern child actors and how almost no children of those child actors (except for Liza Minnelli) made it to the screen.

#Dean Stockwell #I need to find that book again #i know parts of it are quoted on the sassies #but oof being sheltered that much explains a lot #also in another article 11 years earlier #Moore was described as rude when asked about his child star days #it took him some time to come to terms with it #that 1973 article didn't have anything about dean #but it was grim af

[dear-disaster-diary]

Monday 29 March 2021

I've been really depressed the past couple of days. I was back in that old headspace, which was really hard. I was doing okay for a while there, so I didn't see it coming. I realized too late that I hadn't responded to anyone for days and I had stopped doing my homework. I didn't realize I was isolating myself until I had already pushed everyone away and stopped trying again. I hate myself for self destructing like that.

Once I realized, I tried to reach out. I forget that some of my friends really aren't the best people about things like that. I talked to my roommate for a little bit, but we've been on totally opposite schedules recently so I really haven't seen that much of her. I tried to tell N what was happening but she literally didn't even care. At all. That really hurt.

I told her that I'd been depression isolating myself and she said "I'll make you respond to me, bitch, I have things I want to tell you." I don't know why I was surprised about that, she always makes things about her. But I guess I was just expecting her to give a shit when I said it flat out like that.

It was my my ex's birthday a couple of days too. That really sucked. I think that's part of why I really spiraled into depression this weekend. Even though it's been over for several months and I'm starting to move on, it really sucked to not be with her, not be able to celebrate or do anything. I kept remembering a year ago when we snuggled up in her car looking over the beach as the sun came up behind us. We weren't happy then, but we were together. I was still safe in her arms.

I still can't think of myself as feeling that way towards someone else yet. I miss that so much. I miss being held when I had a bad day and just feeling... safe. She was a bitch and a terrible, manipulative person. And I still fucking miss her. I don't really want her back, but I miss her like hell.

I did talk to M about it though, and that helped. She's more than good to me. She doesn't deserve to be dealing with shit from an idiot freshman. She deserves better friends who will be by her side and support her. I want to be that, I want to be real friends with her if she'll let me in.

I walked though the cemetery today. It was really nice out, sunny and warm, so I figured I'd go for a walk. It was comforting, almost. In a really weird sort of way. But all of those people survived hard things too. Most of them probably had at least one heartbreak in their life time, and they still made it through and eventually moved on to have a family. If they could do it, so can I.

I also realized while I was walking, that everything I had at that moment was what I wanted from a partner. Things that she never gave me. I want someone to walk though a cemetery with me as the snow is melting and look at the old gravestones. I want someone willing to just take a random path we find and laugh as snow melts into our shoes. I want someone to look up at the sky and just be happy to be outside on such a nice day. She was never like that. She never liked being outside, and adventures with her always ended with her complaining that something was gross or she was tired. She never enjoyed the little things; the poetry of young plants sprouting in the spring in a cemetery.

I also went to the EMT info session today. I don't know if I'll be accepted, but I'm actually really excited to apply. If I get in, not only will I get training and experience that will help me on my path to med school, but I also will be certified as an EMT with the possiblity to work as an EMT at home. As part of my training, I get to shadow a paramedic, and I get to spend time shadowing in the ER up here. And it sounds like you become friends with the people you work with, and I'd really like to have that here. I miss having close friends.

I think that's the word I've been missing for months now. Close. I do have friends. I actually have several friends up here. I stayed out until almost 3 am last night just talking with friends. But I don't really have any close friends. I don't have anyone to cry to when life gets hard, or to do homework with on a Thursday night. I don't have someone to tell about any of the exciting or upsetting things happening in my life. I miss having people like that.

I saw a tiktok earlier that made me realize just what happened in my relationship. Some girl was like "he's not making me push everyone away, he's just helping me realize that none of them are good for me." I thought the same thing too sweetheart. I really did. I thought she knew everything and was just helping me see it. I pushed away my friends and family for her. Turns out, she was the shit person. The people I had in my life may not always be great people, but they always want the best for me and she tricked me into not seeing that. So I pushed them away. And now I don't really have people. It's a little different because we also all moved on to college and I'm 4+ hours away from most of my friends now, but you know...

#depression #sadness #breakup #ex #toxic ex #melencholy #march #29.3.2021 #lonely #friends but not really #emt #med school #moving on

[justimajin]

His First Love ⟨Part 7⟩

➸ Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

➸ Genre: ANGST, Fluff, Future Smut

↳ Vampire AU, Reincarnation AU

➸ Words: 6.6k

➸ Warnings: heavy angst, character death, violence

➸ Summary: Each night, its the same dream; drenching tears, specks of blood and a heart torn in half. Each night, you wake up trembling and filled with the fear of how crystal-clear the nightmares were, more and more endless questions ready to spur from you. The biggest question however, was always left unanswered - who was the man that never ceased the opportunity to appear in them?

➸ Moodboard Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8(M)

“Killed someone?” You question, crouching down to Yoongi’s level when he refuses to make eye contact with you.

“Yoongi, how…?” You’re unsure on how to approach him about this, but it did stir up inside your head at one point, essentially how true the old man’s words even were and if there was any validity behind them.

Yoongi lets out a deep sigh, knowing in the back of his mind that he couldn’t keep this from you but terrified of the results that would ensure after telling you about the incident. He finally turns around to face you, looking into your eyes with broken shards and unhealed scars from the past.

“It was when I first met another human being…”

Yoongi runs as he continues to hear more shrieks and screams surrounding him. The angry, resentful faces of human beings bury themselves in his memory and he knows he won’t be accepted among them, that he’ll always be feared and scared of.

He finds himself utterly isolated from the rest of humanity, left to deal with the aching darkness forming inside his eternal burning heart from the only emotion he had learned to associate with the human race – hatred. He ventures out into the depths of the forest, finally being able to gain the peace and quiet he once needed among the bursts of noise in the village and vows to never come into contact with a single human being again.

That vow however, only lasted until he found a small boy stumbling into the forest; his innocent eyes spurring endless streams of tears and his fragile hands shaking in the cold.

Yoongi does not care.

He doesn’t care when he passes by a window to witness the boy’s lost and confused eyes, he doesn’t care when he plays a new piece and is reminded of the boy’s aching harsh sobs through the snowy winter and he sure doesn’t care when he’s feeding on an animal only for the boy to follow him and the trail of blood he leaves.

Yoongi does not care. Yoongi does not care when he opens the door to his home for the boy, letting him rest and recuperate from the tedious sniffles and annoying coughs he persistently present when Yoongi tries to play.

After all, it was only until the boy got better so Yoongi could be left in his quiet and peaceful home once again.

But the boy’s eyes begin to grow wider, curiosity seeping in and filling them. The curiosity continues to grow when the boy pops his head by one day when Yoongi is playing a soothing tone, the boy coming up to his precious piano and striking up a key.

The boy’s eyes flash with amazement and look at Yoongi like he’s some type of magical creature, enticed by his greatness.

Yoongi does not care. Even when the corners of his lips slowly begin to curve as time passes.

***

The boy bunches up a portion of Yoongi’s coat to not get lost as Yoongi walks through the falling snow, a soft crunching sound being heard as he walks towards the village. The boy appears significantly better – flushed cheeks and sweet smiles radiating out of him as Yoongi leads him out of the forest. Yoongi ushers the young boy to go forward, to which he takes small, tiny steps towards the warmth the village provides.

He walks closer to the village and Yoongi watches afar with a bittersweet smile, turning around when the boy has walked far enough and heads back into his own home within the forest.

A small sound is heard, a hiccup.

Yoongi raises an eyebrow, looking back in the direction of the boy to see his face completely drenched in tears and his small legs running towards him, grasping onto a bundle of his coat while sobbing. Yoongi attempts to separate from the boy once again, but only for him to persist and push closer towards Yoongi.

Yoongi lets out a soft chuckle.

As they walk back to the forest, Yoongi lets the boy hold onto his hand for the first time.

***

“Are you human?” He questions, the innocence of the boy converging into the gentleness of a young man, but the sprit of the young boy still resides inside him.

Yoongi shakes his head, ushering for the boy to play another note, “I’m not.”

“Are you like an angel then?” The boy questions and Yoongi chuckles, out of all words to use an angel isn’t the best way to describe him. He plays along however.

“Sort of. I’ll always protect you.” He simply states, but the boy’s eyes gloss over and soon Yoongi is being tugged into a hug as he scolds the boy for not practicing hard enough.

***

It all came true.

His worst nightmare, his biggest fear, the secret that was to be kept hidden no matter what the costs.

But Yoongi, was so, so thirsty. He knew it would only take a couple of minutes, a quick and fast job that had to be done.

The horrified look on the boy’s face doesn’t disappear as Yoongi kneels down on the young deer and deprives it of its blood to quench his own thirst. He feels utterly disgusted under the boy’s scared gaze and instantly Yoongi loses everything, with a snap of his fingers.

“Y-You’re a v-vampire?” The boy stutters out, pointing towards Yoongi all too similarly like the human’s once did. Yoongi gets up to explain somehow, but blood drips from his elongated fangs and the boy lets out a shrilling scream.

“Stop! Don’t come near me!!” He cries out, running in the opposite direction. Yoongi runs after him, not wanting to be turned away from the person he loved the most.

“Get away from me you blood sucking monster!” Yoongi’s eyes widen when he’s met with a long wooden log, aimed straight for his head. He pulls up his hands in defense, long nails piercing threw the wood and shredding it into pieces.

Yoongi slowly opens his eyes, only to witness the boy lying on the ground, eyes blown out and a long wooden stake pierced right through his heart. A pool of blood stains through the white snow and Yoongi covers his nose from the overwhelming stench, hands shaking in fear. He falls to the ground, pulling out the stake to which more blood flows out, covering Yoongi’s hands.

“No…” Yoongi whispers, cupping the boy’s precious face in his hands. “No, it can’t be…” Small tears begin to pool in the corner of his eyes, drops landing on the boy’s face.

“NO!” Yoongi cries out, the memories of the trembling innocent boy growing into a kind young man flashing through his eyes and the final image of him sitting in the blood of the person he had finally allowed himself to let into the cold chambers of his heart.

He had killed an innocent human being, his human.

He was a monster.

The villagers were right, he was to be feared of.

The thoughts pour into Yoongi’s mind at an alarming rate, pulling at his mind as he screams in agony of his realization of who he truly was. He runs away from the boy’s corpse, leaving his body to decay in the fallen snow and dried blood as he runs from the fear, the fear of himself.

“At that point, death wasn’t enough of a punishment for me.” Yoongi explains and you sniffle, tears streaming down your face from his recollection. 

He continues, “After that, more villagers came after me, in search of the human boy. They eventually found his dead corpse and declared me as the true monster I am, so I reacted by scaring them all away.”

“You aren’t a monster…” You whisper, wiping the tears that had fallen from your eyes. “You were trying to protect yourself, you never meant to kill him.”

“I was distraught, that I had murdered the first person I had ever allowed myself get close to.” Yoongi states, “I just became alone after that, my hatred towards humans…and myself just increasing.”

You slowly move your hand towards his, pushing back his black sleeve to grant you the access to grasp his hand. Yoongi flinches when your hand makes contact with his, looking down in shock to see you hold his hand so easily in yours when he himself, had hesitated several times to do so. He looks up at you and is appalled to see the tender gaze you hold in your eyes.

“Yoongi, if anything, your past shows that you are capable of loving humans, the villagers are wrong.” You hold his hand tighter in yours, “The boy was right Yoongi, you are like an angel.” 

Yoongi’s eyes waver, wondering how you managed to always bring him back up even when the weight of his past mistake drags him down and lock him inside a cage full of guilt and regret. He wonders how you were the sole key to that locked cage, dusting it off from the years that had passed by and holding your hand out to him, similar to how the young boy once did. He wonders if they will ever be a life he can live, out of his cage and walking alongside you in the snow.

You soon bring him back to the house and Yoongi cheeks tinge with a light shade of pink when you don’t let go of his hand, slowly trailing after you. The bitter cold bites back when Yoongi notices you shivering.

“It’s always been so cold here…” He sighs, wishing he could make it sunny for you to feel the warmth again.

“It’s warm in the village,” You reassure him, an idea surfacing inside your mind, “Why don’t you come with me one day?”

Yoongi immediately widens his eyes, “To the village?” You nod.

“It’s warmer there, the sun is always shining. There’s always some shops set up to look around and explore. I could even show you where I live and we could drop by my father’s blacksmith shop.” You say with excitement dwelling in your voice from the prospective suggestion.

It’s strange, the idea that would have just simply presented Yoongi shock and fear initially if he went by himself, brings him an odd pleasant satisfaction with the ability to go by your side, experiencing the things you love alongside you. It almost seems like by becoming his key, you could introduce him into a better world, one full of dreams, hopes and aspirations while riding him of the old torn one he was currently living in.

“That sounds….nice…” Yoongi’s voice comes out small and feeble, like a child accepting to play with someone else for the first time.

“I don’t know if you can bring the piano though.” You lightly joke, but Yoongi squeezes your hand in response.

“This is enough.” He whispers, giving you a gentle smile and soon your cheeks share the same colour as his own, unknown to you that it wasn’t because of the chilling cold you were in.

You walk back to the house but Yoongi ushers you to meet him in the piano room you two would always spend your time in, to which you tilt your head in confusion at since it was usually at this time you went home.

However you oblige when Yoongi looks at you with expectant eyes and follow him hand in hand as he leads you towards his grand marble piano. He gestures for you to sit right beside him instead of on a separate chair, taking up the entire space on the piano bench.

You’re just about to ask him the purpose for coming back here, but Yoongi begins to play and instantly the words are stolen from you.

The tune starts off as slow and steady, Yoongi carefully pressing the keys as his eyebrows furrow with concentration and his fingers tense in the grasping of the notes. Its almost like he’s being cautious with the notes he wants to play, eliciting a calm yet focused chime with each note. The soothing sound wants to lull you into a sleep, but the sombre undertone keeps you awake, tugging you in with how repressed the music sounds.

The music then begins to uplift, emitting a hopeful vibe with a rapid increase in the speed of Yoongi fingers. He slowly restores a more fluid tone, the dark undertone disappearing completely. However, soon the beat drops again with his speed significantly reduced, a light tap of the key being heard instead.

Suddenly the upbeat tone is back, in a manner without warning when Yoongi suddenly begins to move his fingers so incredibly fast that they practically glide alongside the fine marble of the keys. The tempo picks up similar to your own heart beat, a melody filled with intensity shining threw the initial slow pace of the music. You begin to feel everything at once – the weight of the sounds, the deep pitches he uses, the progressive and piercing notes plunging you farther and farther into it. Nothing else ceases to exist anymore in that single moment, only Yoongi and his piano remaining in front of you in the dim light.

A sweet melody is soon heard through your ears and a soft humming accompanies it, following it through every step before it abruptly stops. Your eyes-only flicker when Yoongi reaches up and removes the unconscious fallen tears that stream from your entranced state to which you look at him with eyes filled with amazement and shock.

“W-what?” You breathe in, not realizing that you had unknowingly held in your breath as you listened, “What was that?”

“First Love.” Yoongi says, wiping the rest of your tears before moving closer to you and caresses your cheek in his palm, “A song that was made from my feelings and your thoughts.”

Your eyes immediately widen in disbelief, “M-my thoughts?”

Yoongi places an all-too familiar leather-bound notebook in your hands, filled with the long hours spent of writing out sounds and tunes in the time you spent at the stream. You clutch onto the notebook, bewilderment spreading upon your face.

“You said you didn’t have it…” You whisper and Yoongi lets out a small sigh in defeat.

“I had to be careful you know, make sure you weren’t faking all this,” He grasps your hand in his own, “faking what we have now.” He inches closer towards you, your lips barely touching his as he looks at you with tender eyes, secretly asking for the agreement to move forward. You slightly nod before he presses his lips onto yours carefully, testing the waters as he waits to fully dive in.

When he feels you reciprocate against him does he grow bolder, caressing you as he tastes the soft, gentle sweetness you radiate towards him. He nips at your bottom lip, small edges of his fangs sliding alongside when he wraps his arms around you to bring you closer. He softly trails down to your neck, leaving fluttering kisses as he goes.

“I also had to make sure,” He breathes out, “that you wouldn’t kill me.”

“Kill you?” You ask when he softly caresses your neck.

“It’s a rare case to have a girl find me with a bag of swords in her hands, watching me play from the corner of my eye.” You feel him smile from you neck and you let out a small giggle from the memory.

“I was simply observing…” You retort as Yoongi chuckles.

“Hmm, sure you were.” He continues to press kisses alongside your neck and you wonder as to why he tends to linger there.

“Yoongi?” You quietly whisper, only for him to deeply inhale.

“Hmm?”

“I love you.”

It flows out so easily, but Yoongi sharply inhales before he lifts his head and his eyes lock on your own, flickering in disbelief. The words tinge him in an odd way, but he welcomes the feeling with open arms when he gently holds your hands.

“I love you too.” He whispers, pulling you forward so he could place his lips on yours once again.

Walking back to the village, you read through the notebook Yoongi has returned to you, with additional markings made on the sounds you had created. You find out he had written First Love in the back of the book for you to have your own copy of it. Smiling to yourself when your eyes follow along with the melody, you discover he had engraved both your names at the end – as the true composers for the song.

Once you reach your home, you quickly set the book aside back into your bag when you see a large crowd swarming around your front door. The display immediately alarms you, and you hastily increase speed, seeing your father’s face set in a stern look while your brother paces back and forth nervously in front of the man they were talking to.

Your eyes widen when in fact, the man before them stands with an abundance of jewels decorating his clothes, his stance being the uttermost perfect and men accompanying him with swords in there hands.

The Crown Prince.

His gaze immediately shifts to you when you stumble beside your father’s side, right next to your brother and his concerned filled eyes. It alarms you when the Prince doesn’t move his unwavering firm stare upon you and your father suddenly shifts for you to stand behind him.

“I cannot agree to this, my Prince.” Your father says with clenched fists and your eyes flicker, wondering if you had ever seen your father present such an aggressive tone.

The Prince only chuckles in response, “Surely you jest, after all I usually get what ever I want.” He trails his eyes on you again and you shiver, goosebumps rising on your skin.

“You are betrothed my Prince.” Your father simply states.

“I was betrothed.” The Prince smirks and your eyes widen, scanning the crowd abruptly before your eyes land onto hers and you bite your lip at the circumstances your fates were intertwining in.  

Suran lets out harsh sobs in the corner of the crowd, her hand covering her mouth to hush and silence them down. But you can see it so clearly in her eyes, displaying the truth that was coming from your reality and screaming at you for becoming its victim amongst snatching away her hopes.

She was still deeply in love with him.

But he wants-

“I will not allow you to marry my daughter, Prince.” Your eyes flicker in fear when you hear the words from your father, the severity of them becoming very easily shown to you.

The Prince wants to marry you.

You couldn’t say yes. It wasn’t even a hard choice to make. You couldn’t hurt your dear friend like that, not by marrying the person that meant everything to her.

Your grasp on your book tightens.

And you couldn’t leave the person that meant everything to you.

Yoongi…

You mentally whisper his name, but this time it’s filled with desperation and tinged with fright, for the future you were being pushed into.

The Prince simply smiles; a smile mixed with mischievous eyes and a knowing gaze, before he calls out to his men to leave and you’re left perplexed at the sudden departure. The crowd surrounding you also departs upon the Prince leaving, for they no longer had a view of their precious ruler.

You instead are met with Suran still standing in the same spot, eyes filled with tears and her form shaking like her entire world had been taken away from her. The guilt sinks too heavily on you, as you walk towards her and let her clutch onto you while her sobs echo through the night, whispering out apologies that couldn’t bring her beloved fiancé back.

“You need to leave.” Your father’s firm voice greets your ears and you’re startled as to why he would suggest for you to do such a thing.

“Leave?” You ask confused and he lets out a sigh.

“Y/N, you know there’s no stopping the Prince. He’ll come back, and you need to leave before he can find you.” You’re about to speak out, but you decide he was right. The Prince never stopped until he had what he wanted.

“But where will I…” You trail off, knowing exactly where you can go but unsure if you should mention it.

“Go to the forest. He’ll protect you.” Suran states, her tears dried up but the pain still being too evident on her delicate features.

Your eyes widen when you see your father and your brother nod in agreement, the place you had been disappearing towards for days being known to them this whole entire time.

“Just make sure to come back…when this is all over.” Your brother’s voice peeks through in a quiet sincerity and you smile, intertwining your pinky with his as a promise of return. The smile soon fades however, when you begin to pack up some bags to take with you. Giving your family a wholesome hug as you head out, you’re determined as ever to escape from the Prince’s clutches.

Yoongi frowns when he sees the weather outside – gloomy grey clouds swirling around in the sky with a deep mist overshadowing them, the once white forest being tainted with the color and its glow slowly fading out. It seems unnatural to him, oddly enough when he knows he himself is the most unnatural thing he’s seen in his long lifetime. He steps outside to further investigate, leaving his piano behind as the weather continues to elicit a mixture of concern and confusion from him.

He’s instead met with the very person that brings less tension to his shoulders and lets him release a relieved sigh, but the addition of terrified eyes and two heavy bags only brings him more concern.

“Y/N?” Yoongi whispers, walking closer to you and surprised to see you look so defeated, as if you had already lost a battle before it even started. You drop the bags and clutch onto him, desperately clinging onto the person who you couldn’t even imagine getting separated from.

“Y/N what happened?” Yoongi questions, fear striking inside him when he hears a sob escape from you.

“I needed to leave,” You let out, “The Prince wanted me to marry him.”

Yoongi’s heart sinks at the thought, losing you in a war against the man who had more control over the nation that Yoongi could ever have, the man who would only let out a smile when he watches Yoongi crumble from the loss of you.

However, something in Yoongi’s eyes flicker at the news of your pending marriage and he looks at you in utter fear.

“Y/N…” Yoongi whispers, holding your hands in his own trembling ones, for he knew what was going to come.

“Yoongi?” Your eyebrows furrow when Yoongi looks completely terrified – eyes blown out and form shaking, but you don’t comprehend or follow along as to why.

“Y/N, y-you need to leave.” Yoongi sputters out, breath quickening as you feel a tinge of pain from him wanting to separate from you.

“Yoongi but why-“

“I think it would be just fine if she remains here.” A low voice grunts out, leaving chills all over your skin. You slowly turn around, hands trembling similarly to Yoongi’s, only to be face to face with the sole man that wanted your hand in marriage.

“Y/N. Run.” Yoongi firmly says, staring at you and squeezing your hand before he launches himself at the Prince. Instantly, you’re surrounded by a group of soldiers and you’re trapped – but a hand reaches out to you.

Your younger brother.

He’s completely covered in blood and tears, holding onto your hand like it’s the last thing he has left in the world and it shatters you when you do find out the truth.

“F-father’s dead?” Your brother sniffles and nods, before taking you into the depths of Yoongi’s home as protection from the sight of the soldiers.

“T-they a-attacked our home.” You sit down with him as he violently trembles in your arms, “T-they were looking for you, b-but father tried to p-protect me from them and t-they, t-they….” His sentence is abruptly cut off when more tears spill from him and you pull him closer to you as he sobs into your shirt, tears of your own spilling from you.

The front door is instantly ripped off, splinters of wood flying off. You clutch onto your brother’s shirt until he’s snatched away from you and thrown against the wall; a solider wrapping a rope around his hands. You’re just about to fight against them to release your brother until one of them tackles you onto the ground and fear strikes into your heart at the dark grin radiating from the Prince’s mouth.

Yoongi.

Your eyes flicker towards the door and you whimper when the Prince and his soldiers lead you and your brother out of the house, letting you fall into the white snow. You cough out blood when you make hard impact with the floor, raising your eyes to interlock with Yoongi’s and you’ve never wanted to so desperately erase the pain he holds in his own eyes.

His fangs are protruded out and he’s completely covered in his own blood, clutching onto the cold snow for dear life. His eyes appear exhausted, losing strength in them as time passes with each breath he lets out, but his eyes meet yours and you can see the hope spark in them once again, mixed with the rage when his eyes follow the dripping of the blood from your mouth. He lets out a growl, but then flinches in pain and clutches onto his stomach.

“Yoongi!” You cry out, crawling towards him as the snow is stained with more red from blood seeping out of the new wound on your thigh. You eventually reach him, straining against the pain of the distance between you before Yoongi reaches out and interlaces your hands, giving it a soft squeeze.

“My my, it seems you have truly tamed the beast.” The Prince’s voice breaks through with a light chuckle and you glare at him.

“Beast?” The word enrages you, but you’re only met with more sick laughter from the Prince’s part.

“Of course he’s a beast,” He walks over and grabs a fistful of Yoongi’s hair, to which Yoongi growls in pain at, “Just look at him, he’s strong enough to kill anyone…even my own men.” The Prince jabs at Yoongi’s fangs and Yoongi flinches.

“Stop that!” You shout, “Why does his strength even matter to you?” You were already started to get annoyed from the Prince’s teasing, demanding answers from him.

The playfulness in the Prince’s eyes disappear as he moves forward to you with eyes now filled with frightening greed laced in the bitter darkness he was consumed in. “It matters because my soldiers couldn’t get passed him when I wanted to invade the village to expand my kingdom.”

“It only takes a true beast to do something like that.” He looks at Yoongi with utter disgust but your heart only overflows with more respect for Yoongi himself.

“You were protecting them…the villagers…even after they shunned you out.” You whisper and Yoongi gives you a faint smile, caressing your hand softly in his.

“But why should such a filthy beast like yourself be granted with immortality?” The Prince pulls at Yoongi hair and he lets out a cry, “While I watch myself die as you live on?”

“Immortality? That’s what you want?” You scoff at the foolish desire the Prince wants.

“It seems like you need to learn the lesson between life and death, sweet Y/N.” He abruptly gets up and you’re relieved when Yoongi slumps down, sweat plastered on his forehead from the Prince’s aggression towards him.

However, the Prince grabs a sword from one of his soldiers and walks away, leaving you confused.

Your eyes immediately widen.

No…

Your brother’s tear-filled eyes look at you in complete fear, shaking his head when the Prince circles around him.

No…No…No…NO NO!!

Your heart hammers in your chest when you let out a piercing scream, attempting to run towards the Prince to stop him but your leg gives out and you fall onto the hard ground. Your brother’s last breath is heard as the sword plunges straight into his heart, the light flickering in his eyes before it completely fades out with every drop of blood that drips from the striking wound.

His body slumps onto the ground and you crawl towards him, tears flooding your eyes.

He was gone.

“No…” You whisper, “please no, open your eyes,” You hold his soft cheeks, “Come on buddy, open your eyes for me, o-open t-them p-please…” You clutch onto his body for dear life, his silent heart beat only greeting you back as a response. You let out harsh controllable sobs when you know you won’t hear his playful teasing voice, or see the sparkle in his eyes, or the way he had protected you when he found out the Prince was coming after you.

The Prince.

The pain, the loss of someone you had always treasured turns into burning, searing anger all too quickly; the rage targeting the only person who had caused all this for you.

The Prince only retaliates by smiling at your brother’s corpse, “I merely just showed you the consequences of death dear Y/N, once something is gone, it is gone forever.”

You’re going to kill him.

You reach out for the bloodied sword in your brother’s heart, taking it out and grasping in your hands, being prepared to replace and spray the Prince’s blood all over it instead.

But a small, weak voice stops you.

“S-stop this.” It speaks out and you’re surprised to see Suran emerging from the village to be looking directly at the Prince.

“This,” Her hands shake as she gestures to everything, “All this isn’t you.”

The Prince simply glares at her for intruding, but he then flashes her a pleasant smile.

“What do you know about what I’m like?”

“I do know, don’t pretend you don’t know either. I know you’ve changed after the King’s health began to decay and you were worried for days before his passing, I know you don’t want to live the same fate as him and leave so much behind, I know, I know you’re hurting on the inside.” He flinches slightly and looks away when Suran cups his face in her hands, his eyebrows furrowed in pain. She moves his face towards her own and leans against him.

“Please stop all this.” She whispers, and you’re surprised to watch the Prince falter so easily in her presence, almost like he had forgotten about everything going on around him. It sparks hope within you, that Suran’s love for her Prince will be enough to stop his madness, but when she lets out a gasp, you know you’re far too wrong about him.

The sword pierces through her stomach and she looks at her beloved Prince with tears streaming down her eyes, trying to capture his face for the very last time before she collapses onto the ground. Her blood seeps towards the Prince’s feet and he stands in it with a dark, motionless expression as he drops the coated with blood sword beside her corpse and turns to you.

It was at that moment, you realized mercy wasn’t a word that existed for the Prince.

His eyes are completely empty, void of any emotion before his eyes flicker to you and Yoongi impaled on the ground. Letting out a loud grunt, he stomps over to you and pulls you away from Yoongi, snarling as he blames you.

“You,” He says, “If you had only agreed to marry me so I could unlock the secrets of immortality, if only you didn’t run away could she have survived.” He tugs out your hair and you harshly bite your lip at the pain right when Yoongi pushes the Prince away from you.

He lets out a cough of blood, before shielding you with his body from the Prince. “Stay away from her.” His fangs elongate out and his hands mimic those of claws as if he’s challenging the Prince not to go further towards you.

The Prince mutters the words so quietly, but instantly chaos ensures with them, “Kill him.”

The soldiers grab for Yoongi but he turns around, swiftly picking you up as he uses his speed to his own advantage. One of them hits him in the shoulder and he winces in pain when more blood seeps out from his wounds, but his hold on you only grips tighter when he’s determined to get you out of the Prince’s grasps.

He wasn’t prepared to lose someone important to him again.

He accelerates his running as much as he can, eyes flickering when they finally land onto his destination.

The village.

He runs towards it, towards the place he had long abandoned ages ago and was shunned out from, the place that was only filled with memories of suffering and pain, the place he never wanted to go back to ever again.

But he can finally see it.

The image distorts and Yoongi see’s a new one, one filled with memories of you and his beloved piano, memories that only consisted of the two of you where it didn’t matter what he was, but only who he was. He sees himself living in the village surrounded by its warmth alongside you, meeting your family for the first time, entering a world where he didn’t feel like everyone was against him.

He sees it, and tears begin to pool at his eyes when he sees how beautiful the world would be like when you’re by his side.

“Y/N, Y/N look. We’re almost there.” He whispers and you’re eyes flicker towards the light, being entranced by its pull alongside him.

Yoongi quickly puts you down when you reach the entry point for the village and he’s about to move forward, his hand in yours. He looks back at you and smiles, squeezing your hand.

For the very last time.

Blood splatters on the white, frosted snow when the sword slices through your chest and you look at Yoongi with furrowed eyebrows, before you collapse onto the ground with Yoongi violently yelling.

“Y/N!” He says, clutching onto you before you fall but the wound is too deep and severe as blood continues to trickle down. You desperately hold onto him with bloody hands when the light begins to flicker and the darkness is trying to drag you away from him, not wanting to let go. Tears escape from Yoongi when he sees you attempting to cling onto him and he brings you closer.

He knows.

He knows its too late.

But watching you leave, was what made it even worse.

“Y/N...” He whispers and his voice cracks, the disbelief being present when he cradles you in his hands and your weak hands clutch back onto him.

“Yoongi…” Your voice comes out so softly and quietly that Yoongi doesn’t even feel the slip of tears that fall from his eyes onto your cheek. You reach out your hand to wipe them away, but Yoongi simply grasps onto your hand and places it on his face. He silently weeps as he watches the life, slowly drain out of you.

“Yoongi?” You whisper, and he opens his tear-filled eyes to look into yours.

“I’m sorry…” Yoongi furrows his eyebrows at your apology.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t bring you to the village.” You whisper and Yoongi presses his lips against yours.

“W-we can still go, we can Y/N, y-you just need to get up and come with me.” He clutches you in his hands as more of your blood stains his hands.

“Yoongi…” You whisper in acknowledgement of what reality was going to become, but he persists.

“I’ll play First Love for you, I’ll play with you in the snow again, I’ll meet, meet your f-family…” Yoongi sharply inhales and breaks down, shaking with you in his arms.

“Yoongi,” You bring his face to look at you and gently smile, “My first love,” You whisper quietly, “I love you.” It’s the last thing you say, before your body slumps against his and your remaining breath escapes your lungs. Yoongi cries out and holds onto you for dear life, for you were gone forever and he couldn’t do anything to save you.

He had failed once again.

“Please…” He whispers, pressing you against him in a silent prayer. “Please come back to me….”

“She just had to come between all this…” The Prince scoffs, watching the scene before him in amusement and hot rage boils out of Yoongi. He gently sets you down and gets up, darkness swirling heavily in his eyes before walking up and striking his hand right into the Prince’s chest, holding the Prince’s beating heart in his own hands.

The Prince looks up at him in shock, “You don’t deserve to have this.” Yoongi simply states, before his closes his fist around the Prince’s heart, instantly killing him. Yoongi pulls out his bloodied hand and flicks the remains of the Prince’s blood onto the snow. He watches the scene before him, the corpses of the soldiers and your brother, Suran, the Prince and finally you all being left in the remains of the bloodied snow.

The vicious cycle reappears when he gazes at your form, crouching down next to it.

If only he hadn’t fallen in love with you…

If only you had stayed away…

If only…

Tears resurface as the regret begins to eat away and consume Yoongi throughout his essence, wishing he had something – the ability to reverse time, the ability to change how things had ended, the ability to write his own happy ending for once.

You begin to glow.

At first Yoongi believes something is wrong, terribly searching around for an answer as to what was happening. But he soon realizes you glow the same colour as the forest, the forest you always met up with him in.

What was going on?

Yoongi holds your hand and instantly something flashes through his mind, its blurry and unclear but Yoongi sees something and he wonders if somehow his wish had been granted to him.

He sees you, you appear to look different – sporting shorter hair and a darker presence, looking restless as you poke your small nose through a book filled with dates and let out a yawn. You furrow your brows when you write down the very words on a piece of paper with a question mark next it, causing Yoongi to let out a gasp.

First Love?

Yoongi knows, he just knows, that this wasn’t then end.

You were going to come back, and he was going to find you again.

Because for once, he was in control of his own fate.

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[lindoig5]

1 & 2 March    Days 25 & 25    Back in a little patch of Oz again, if only for a couple of days

Sunday       We had yet another very rough night with little sleep but when we arose, it was Autumn already - where has the year gone?

All night, the ship was either bucking so we had to hold on to the sides of our bunks to avoid being tossed on to the floor or rolling and causing us to slide from one end of the bunk to the other.  An extra pillow avoided us bumping our heads too severely on the headboard, but next second it felt that we were standing up as all our weight was rocketed down to the footboard and we had to straighten our legs out again.  Life on board can certainly be hard work in rough weather. Just moving around the ship was challenging as we ran downhill down the passage only to find ourselves climbing the next few steps or actually going backwards as the ship rose and fell.  The passageways all had handrails, but it was still pretty difficult being thrown from side to side if we were carrying anything - like hot coffee!  (Despite having some Americans on board, I avoided referring to Autumn as Fall - we had already had quite enough falls!)

We had a late breakfast in much calmer conditions once we managed to get into the lee of Macquarie Island - a little bit of Australia after more than five thousand kilometres in New Zealand.  (Only 2137km from Home Sweet Home – almost exactly the distance from Melbourne to Invercargill where we started our Odyssey.) We had a little bit of rain and hail during the day (not a lot), but it was still one of the more enjoyable days.  We Zodiac-cruised in three different parts of the Island, but couldn’t land anywhere on the day - there were still coronavirus issues that meant we couldn’t visit the Aussie base there, but we sailed to within a few hundred metres of it so at least we have a few photos.

Our zodiacs took us along stretches of beach with many thousands of King and Royal Penguins, along with a few Chinstraps and Gentoos.  There were also many large seabirds, both at sea and ashore.  The Skuas and Great Petrels were the vultures on land but I particularly loved the wonderful albatrosses that floated effortlessly past on even the lightest of breezes at sea.  There were several species of albatross, but the Southern Royals are simply magnificent.  We saw a big raft of busy seabirds in one place and went to explore.  They were taking advantage of food stirred up by a large male Orca that was feeding close by.  It surfaced quite close to our zodiac a few times, but never close enough for good photos.  Even so, it gave us a bit of a thrill to share the water with an animal that could swallow half our zodiac in one gulp.

Monday      What a magic morning we had!  We landed at Sandy Bay to be met by a couple of enthusiastic Aussie rangers who had hiked down from the Research Station the previous day and stayed overnight in a hut to greet us in the morning, all coronavirus-free!

The beach was crowded with several thousand King Penguins, all as curious about us as we were about them.  They came up to us either singly or in small groups and stared inquisitively at us from a metre or less away and posed nicely for photos.  There were a few Gentoos there too and they were almost as curious as the Kings.

After a short briefing by the head ranger, we were free to range at will over the nearby hillside and a kilometre or more of beach that also contained maybe 30-odd elephant seals – ‘odd’ being the operative word: huge slugs of blubber up to 5 or 6 metres long and as far around the girth.  A few males were practising their fighting techniques, rearing up and slamming into their sparring partner, making the whole beach vibrate.  Most of the time they just lay on the beach ignoring us completely, but once one decides to shift position, you had better make room.  I saw a small one, probably no more than 4 or 5 tonnes, galumphing up the beach behind Heather - and to see all that blubber in motion, both rippling across its massive skeleton and charging for a rest spot further up the beach, you just make way for it because it won’t go around you.  It will simply go over you without even noticing the bump.  Heather took my urgent advice and moved out of its path - with alacrity!

We walked south along the beach through hordes of penguins to a creek where a narrow boardwalk started and we took that up the hill to a large breeding colony of King Penguins. There were quite a few Great Petrels and Albatrosses soaring around looking for a feed but the penguins were being protective and the predators, as vigilant as they were, weren’t getting a look in.

Returning to the beach, we walked north to a huge Royal Penguin colony, even bigger than the King Penguin one.  We weren’t allowed into the colony because there were quite a few fluffy brown chicks still there, but plenty of birds came out to see us instead. They are so inquisitive and they waddle straight up to you and stare right at you – but we were reciprocating too.

I was quite thrilled to see a few redpolls flying around - the only place they can be seen in Australia.  They are cute little European birds that were introduced to Macca as it is called (Macquarie Island) in the very early days of sealing and whaling and have survived and thrived, completely isolated from the rest of the world down here.  They are the only land bird on any of the very southerly islands and I saw about 10 of them flitting around, perhaps a few more.

The weather has been amazing throughout the voyage and continued to be throughout the entire trip.  We certainly had plenty of gale force winds and quite a bit of snow, but very little rain or hail and almost all our off-ship activities were blessed with good conditions and lots of sunny periods - apparently better than any other voyage for quite a few years.

Back on board though, the afternoon became very rough again with high seas and violent buffeting as we headed north along the coast, past the Australian Base again and out into the wild open sea.

One of our colleagues on board spent most of his time on the Bridge and monitored what was going on.  He struck up an association with most of the Russian crew and they explained a lot of technical stuff to him.  He said that the inclinometer showed the very worst of the ship’s violent rolling at 42 degrees in each direction - hard to believe, but it was certainly wild.

Irrespective of the actual figure, I was tucked up securely in my bunk, reading and napping all afternoon.

[snicketstrange]

Crossover theory: Miss K Enigma 2.0 X The Beatrice Letters Theory X Prufrock Prep Puzzle

This is part 11 of the Strange Interpretation of Jean Lúcio from Brazil

To understand this text, it is necessary to read some of my previous texts.

Part 10

Miss k Enimga 2.0

The creation of the "Miss K Enigma 2.0" Theory has created so many possibilities that I am still digesting everything. I am currently developing the Prufrock Prep Puzzle theory, and will now present the initial results of the research.

The first question is what is the function of Prufrock Prep from the point of view of VFD?

I believe I found the answer in the minutes of the meeting in Chapter 3 of the UA. Observe the following excerpts:

 “R: R's right. We are entering people's homes -

J: We get permission first.

L: Let her finish.

R: I will finish. We are entering people's homes, taking young children who show exceptional observational and/or notetaking skills, and isolating them, for long periods at least, from people they know. We assign them to strangers and scatter them across the globe, PERFORMING ERRANDS THAT ARE PERPELXING TO THEM, UNTIL THEIR ANKLES HAVE HEALED, UNTIL WE KNOW THEY CAN BE TRUSTED, AND UNTIL WE KNOW THAT NO ONE IS SEARCHING FOR THEM ANY LONGER. THEN, FINALY, WE BRING THEM TO HEADQUARTERS SO THEY CAN LEARN THE SKILLS THEY NEED BEFORE THEY ARE INTRODUCED BACK INTO SOCIETY, IN ORDER TO MAKE SURE THE WORLD RMAINS, AS WE SAY, QUIET. ... As we know from S's report on Prufrock Preparatory School, if young people do not get enough sleep, their work is likely to suffer. “

 “Exceptional observational and/or notetaking skills.” Have you noticed that classes and exams from Remora and Bass teachers test exactly those students' abilities? In addition, at the time of this meeting, there were VFD informants inside the school.

I believe Prufrock Prep is viewed by VFD as a great recruiting site.

On page 189 of TUA, we look at some methods used by VFD to recruit people after Schism.

“Perhaps a waiter said something strange to you in a restaurant. Perhaps a librarian asked you a question concerning your mother, or your mother asked you a question concerning your librarian. Perhaps your techer gave you a list of books that had coded messages inside, or perhaps you detected a message in a newspaper you found blowing around your neighborhood.”

So Miss K went to Prufrock Prep to recruit students for VFD. She took a list of books. In addition, according to Carmelita Spats' autobiography, the Prufrock Prep librarian asked about her mother. (The UA pag. 171) This shows that VFD faced Prufrock Prep as an excellent source of volunteer recruitment. The two orphans captured by Miss K evidently received a more direct invitation to join VFD because they were orphans.

The next question is: Where are the people recruited by VFD taken?

The minutes of the meeting explained: "isolating them, for long periods at least, from people they know."

It is good to know that this is a practice on the "noble" side of the split. Isolating the neophytes should mean that these youngsters caught by VFD are taken to some kind of boarding school. Interestingly, since the VFD Great Schism, children do not get tattoos on their ankles. Still, VFD does something that hurts their ankle the moment they are captured. Perhaps the literal act of holding the neophytes by the ankle could hurt their ankles in some way. Therefore it is necessary to spend some time, until their ankles are healed. This means that some people who were already studying in a boarding school were taken to another boarding school when they were captured by VFD. What happened to Olaf seems to have been this. Olaf studied at the Wade Academy. Like Prufrock Prep, Wade Academy should be considered by VFD as a good place to recruit neophytes. Of course, schools were not the only sources of neophytes. But it is good to know that Mr. Remora does not seem to be a member of VFD. Note this scene, which occurred at the Hotel Denouement (chpter 6, TPP). Hal was the waiter:

"Can I help you?" - Nero mimicked. "Of course you can help us! We're starving! "

"I did not realize this was a sad occasion," said Hal, squinting through his glasses.

"It will not be a sad occasion if you feed us," Mr. Remora said.

Hal frowned, as if Mr. Remora had given the wrong response, but he quickly used the three guests to a wooden table in the otherwise deserted restaurant."

If Mr. Remora were a member of the Noble side of VFD, he would know the answer should be: "The world is quiet here."

This is evidence that "vocational" classes for a young man who will become a VFD agent were not taught at Prufrock Prep.

This also explains the secret number 5 and 6 of the pamphlet "13 Shocking Secrets":

# 5 - Lemony Snicket grew up with a terrible villain.

# 6 - "Lemony Snicket attended boarding school."

Lemony grew up along with Olaf, because Olaf studied in the VFD boarding school together with Lemony.

This also helps us understand the letters from BB to LS # 4 and # 5.

In the letter from BB to LS # 4, Beatrice states:

"I'm in my Business Letter Writing Class, wich is taught by a flat-footed man so sa and inaware that I am certain he will give me an A on this assignment without reading anything but the firt sentence of each paragraph. I could say anything here at all. For instance: A "baticeer" is a person who trains bats. I learned that in a poem I watched you read....

…That was me, knocking on your following information. That was mr, knocking on your office door yesterday evening. I know you were inside, because I followed you from the library, where you stood for nearly an hour staring into a glass case containing old documents on display for the “Staged Poetry: Sonnets by actors & Actresses” exhibit….

Why didn’t you answer? Why won’t you answer any of my questions? I must have at least twelve.

In closing, please do not hesitate to contact me at your earliest convenience. Just one letter can change everything. The three Baudelaires my be long gone, but there is a fourth Baudelaires here, waiting for you to untie “My silence Knot” and help me find the end of a story that began with you – in the very room where I sit now, about to hand this letter to my business letter writing instructor so he will grade it and mail it.”

In this letter, Beatrice claims that she is in some kind of school. This school was the same one Lemony was studying at VFD when she was 11 or 12 years old. The teacher in question is not Mr Remora, because it is not the Prufrock Prep school.

In the letter from LS to BB # 2, Lemony wrote:

”I’m writing you this letter, as usual, for no particular reason, and I’ll try to have R. deliver it to you so you can read it before we meet for fencing practice. It’s easy to write letters during Code Class, as the tedious, flat-footed instructor simply mutters the same lessons about business letter writing over and over. He’ll probably drone on for years and years to come.”

Note that Beatrice chose the same adjective Lemony had chosen many years earlier to describe the same teacher: "flat-footed." I believe this is another indication that the letter from BB to LS # 4 comes from the mother of the Baudelaire siblings. Using the same phraseology that Lemony had used in an old letter is a way for Beatrice to show Lemony that she was Beatrice herself who had read these letters before. But besides, it is evident that Beatrice was studying with the same teacher and in the same classroom in which years before Lemony had studied. And as I explained, it was not Prufrock Prep. Another detail is the reference to the letter from LS to BB # 5. Beatrice had asked 13 questions, of which Lemony was able to answer 12. Probably this response letter never reached Beatrice's hands.

Already in the letter BB to LS # 5, Beatrice explained how she got to be admitted to VFD school. She basically studied first in Prufrock Prep, and then waited until she was recruited by VFD, then went to VFD school, the one Lemony had studied years before. She had already studied at the same institution. But Beatrice had faked her own death. So now she thought that in order to be reunited with Lemony, it would be necessary to go back to studying in VFD, like a neophyte again. Note this section:

“Violet told me once that I saved her life, and Klaus claimed that I had not died in despair not long ago the destruction of the Denoument Hotel. Even Sunny said she could not have survived without me. But I don’t have to tell you how brave and resourceful, hoe loyal and well-read those three people are. It is I who would have been lost without them. Without Violet’s emergency repairwork, I never would have found my way to the city to search for you. Without Klau’s notes on mountain climbing, I never would have left the city to search for you again. Without Sunny’s extensive knowledge of making snacks from wildflowers and weeds, I Never would have found the strength to return once more, first by yak, then by foot, and then yak-fot, to wind my way back to the city in the hopes of finally meeting you face-to-face. And without the stories all three siblings told me of their troubles – which in some cases differs wildly from your accounts –I never would have found the secretarial school, where I wrote my previous letter to you. It was not a secretarial school, of course – not really – but I had to sit through that tedious business letter writing class before they would believe the name I gave the vice principal upon my arrival. Without Violet, Klaus and Sunny I never would have continued my studies with these last few volunteers, and become the “baticeer” I am today. I owe my life to them, and now that we have been separated, I will not rest until I find them again.”

I ask you to pay attention to the following detail. In the letter from BB to LS # 2, Kit's daughter informs Lemony that she is separated from Klaus, Sunny and Violet for many years. Not at all seems Kit's daughter first came to the City with Violet's help. She wrote: “I am heading for the hills, so that I might find, after all these years, the three siblings who are the only Family I have. Without Violet, Klaus, and Sunny, I am an orphan…”

And according to Kit's daughter in the letter from BB to LS # 3, the time she had spent away from the Baudelaires siblings was so much that even most of her memories about them had disappeared. She wrote:

“As time goes on, many memories fade. Violet tying her hair up in a ribbon, to keep it out of her eyes, Klaus squiting at a book through his glasses, Sunny appearing on the radio to discuss he recipes – I don’t want these to be the only things I remember of the three most important people in my life.”  

The mother of the Baudelaire siblings met with her children, and apparently they spent a good time together. They told her mother about Prufrock Prep, so she went there, gave the vice principal a false name, and went through a student. She stayed there until being recruited by VFD, and transferred to the "Secretarial School", in fact the same VFD school that Lemony had studied years before. She did all this to try to reunite with Lemony, the person she loved very much. Lemony found the photo of Beatrice along with other students in Prufrock Prep. This photo was taken after Miss K was fired, and Lemony made it clear from the remark he wrote in the photo that at that time he wanted to find his beloved Beatrice again.

But evidently something happened, and changed Lemony's view of Beatrice. For some reason, Lemony did not even want to meet Beatrice face-to-face. In the next text I will begin to discuss what this might have been.

#asoue theories #asoue #the beatrice letters #beatrice baudelaire #beatrice is alive #beatrice snicket #lemony snicket #lemony snicket the unauthorized autobiography #desventuras em série #teorias sobre desventuras em série #violet baudelaire #klaus baudaliare #sunny baudelaire #beatrice letters #count olaf #olaf #vfd

[goodwriterwithbadhabits]

SVT as Mutants and Mutates Pt 2

Please read part one first! It’ll make more sense!

Masterlist

Boo Seungkwan- Code Name: Apollo

Ability(ies): Healing; Healing oneself and others faster than naturally possible, and often through supernatural means

Status: Mutant

Development

He didn't fully develop his abilities until his early teens.

He had always been interested in medical stuff so he pursued it into high school

It started with small things

That he knew of, at least

Paper cuts that healed in a few minutes

A twisted ankle that healed in 4 hours

So he asked his parents about it and they told him the truth

When he was a kid he used to kiss their “boo-boos” and they would actually heal

His father had even once broken his leg but it healed faster whenever Seungkwan drew on the cast

He took the news pretty well, seeing as he had a less obvious power

Training

He started attending medical seminars while in high school

And collected tons of books on the subject

When word slowly spread that he was a great healer, mutants started flocking to his house

So his parents refurbished a shed out back as his office

It was a win-win,

The Boo's got money, Seungkwan got to train

Then one day, Cheol walks into his office(shed)

He's a little beat up and worse for wear

But Seungkwan patches him up no problem,

Then Cheol asks him to join them at Pledis,

To which Seungkwan politely declined

But when he was 17 Jun crashed onto his lawn and he didn't have a choice but bring the guy home

And he really liked it there

So he stayed

They hooked him up with the medical wing, which was sweet

In house doctor, without having to pay

Nice

Current

Boo as he's known, sometimes Apollo, mostly stays in the medical wing, his room (which is next to the medical wing) or Vernon's room

Jeonghan, Minghao, and Vernon are the people most often in his care

Because they're stupid and overexert themselves

He loves them he does, but damn they dumb

He's not remotely a field agent

Fuck that shit

He's part of SVT but he's the support squad

Also, he's got the voice of an angel?

Like if he's just patching somebody up, or cleaning up, he's singing

Which is part of the reason Vernon likes him

They're the perfect duo

The only people who don't know that Seungkwan and Vernon are in love are Seungkwan and Vernon

~~

Kwon Soonyoung- Code Name: Bullet

Ability(ies): Superspeed; Movement faster than otherwise humanly possible.

Status: Mutate

Experiments

He was 7 when they took him

His powers developed almost as soon as he arrived.

They had him running laps to cull his insane amount of energy

Then suddenly he was a blur

He hates how early his ability developed

It meant he spent the rest of his time in captivity running tests

Literally

They had him hooked up to a treadmill most days monitoring his top speeds till he collapses

Then they throw him in a small cell with a bunch of food until they decide to pull him for more tests

When they weren't watching he was seeing if he could vibrate through the wall

Or shatter the glass

or literally, anything to get out of this fucking hell hole

But to no avail

There was this kid in the cell next to him

Its someone named Jihoon

He arrived later and Hoshi feels horrible for him

He wasn't sure why but when he was 15 Jihoon just disappeared

It really pissed him off

And he shattered the glass viewing window at the front of his cell

So he was moved to complete isolation

Just a dark room with steel walls

And just barely audible over the screams from some of the more insane captives, he could hear music

And he danced to it

It kept him sane and fit

then the music stopped

It pissed him off again but he couldn't do anything.

So it became emptiness

And he gave up

Rescue

When Cheol and Jun arrived to get Hoshi they found an empty facility

Jun searched the place but they didn't find anyone

Then Cheol found a lone security camera pointed at a cell with only one inmate

He barely responded when the boys went in to get him

He was just sitting with his arms resting on his legs, covering his face

When Cheol squatted in front of him and touched his arm to see if he was alive

He bolted to the other corner of the room

Wide-eyed, he gaped at the other boys

Then he apologized

When he got back to the manor he just kinda quietly followed Cheol around

Then he found Jun dancing in one of the rec room and joined him

Current

If he's not dancing, check Woozi's room

He's probably annoying him

He and some of the other dancers put on little performances for the squad and the kids

He also teaches the kids how to dance

When he's needed on SVT missions it makes him super happy

He hates being alone

It scared him

But you can't really tell since he's mostly a bouncy ball of sunshine

~~

Lee Seokmin- Code Name: Angel

Ability(ies): Clairvoyance; seeing things or events in the future or beyond sensory contact, Empathy; feeling and at times, altering, other people's emotions.

Status: Mutant

Development

He didn't realize he had abilities as a kid

The Clairvoyance, never really happened until he was older

Mostly it was just empathy

If his parents were upset, he was too

If his teacher was having a good day, so was he

It was really weird being in school

All these emotions bombarding him

So he set out to be happy,

All

The

Time

At first, he didn't realize he was causing people's emotions to change

He thought he was just a cool guy

But then his mother was sick and feeling awful

She wouldn't let him into her room, so he didn't get sick

So he just sat outside her room

Being upset and willing his mom to be happy again

And she was

Training (Kinda)

He started testing his abilities on people at school

He focused on positive emotions though

The girl whose mom was in the hospital was suddenly smiling for the rest of the day

His clairvoyance appeared in high school

He was taking a test when suddenly he could see the answers

He didn't understand, figuring it just to be his brain's panic response to the unknown

But then a few days later, he saw his friend getting hit by a car

Something told him this was going to happen the next day

And it almost did

But Seokmin stopped him from going into the street

He waited to do something about his powers until he graduated

Then he waited a little longer

Because shit's scary

So he called Pledis when he was 19

When he got there

Literally, the moment he stepped in the doors

While Cheol was asking him about his abilities

He had a vision

It was about Dino

And then he passed out

Cheol was really sick of catching seers

Current

He rooms with Jeonghan and whoever recently came in.

He's technically part of SVT but doesn't tag along unless absolutely needed,

He prefers to stay behind and be emotional support (lol)

He's often awake with Jeonghan and whoever has had a nightmare but he doesn't go out with them

He just sends calming waves over to them

Honestly, I want a DK

~~

Lee Chan- Code Name: Blink

Ability(ies): Teleportation; instantaneous travel from one location to another

Status: Mutate

Experiments

He was 4 when he was taken

They put him under every test they could think of

But nothing was happening

So they tossed him in solitary confinement

He was 9

A few weeks later they shoved someone in the cell next to him

The guy would just play music all the time

And he wondered how but stopped questioning it

He was 12 when he finally saw another person

He and the person in the cell next to him, a pale dude who was drugged after being taken out were being moved.

Chan was handcuffed and thrown into the back of a truck with the drugged guy

They drove for a while

Eventually, the drugged guy woke up, groggy as shit and told him ominously

“If I die, don't tell my family.”

To which Dino stared at him in horror

This guy was like a year older than him, max

“What's your name?” Was all Chan could respond with

The car stopped moving the second after.

“Vernon”

Then the doors were opened and Vernon was grabbed and pulled out

Chan figured he'd never see the guy again

In the new facility, they tossed him back in solitary

Where he stayed until he was 17

Rescue (kinda)

When he was 17 he was dragged out of his cell

And pulled through the facility

To more testing or death, he wasn't sure

but he freaked.

As they dragged him by a security guard complaining about some hideaway for mutants

He saw a picture of the Pledis Manor

And closed his eyes, picturing it

Then suddenly he was laying on his back

He could smell flowers and feel a soft wind.

When he opened his eyes he was looking up at a blue sky,

It was sunny which made his eyes hurt

He sat up and looked around, finding a huge manor nearby

At first, he thought he was hallucinating while dying

But then a taller man in a white shirt came to him with a smile

“I was wondering when you'd get here”

Jeonghan brought him inside and made him hot chocolate

The pair were talking about the other people in the facility

Like Vernon, when Hoshi walked down

He mentioned the music he would hear and Hoshi perked

It brought them closer together, knowing they were from the same place

But Hoshi just wanted to know about Jihoon

Chan wanted to know about Vernon

Neither had answers

But Chan chose to stay instead of going hunting

He wanted to learn what had happened

How he had gotten there

Luckily someone else knew how to teleport and helped him

Current

He's irreplaceable as the youngest member of SVT

Also, none of them can teleport

He also learned how to teleport other people as well

He's pretty fucking cool

Like Hoshi, he has nightmares about being in isolation

But Chan also likes being alone a lot

But withing hearing distance of other people

So he hangs out on the roof with Shua a lot

But when Vernon arrived, he nearly shit himself with happiness

So they stick close sometimes

Like when Vernon wants to be alone,

He likes being alone with Chan

They both do

He's unsure why Jeonghan loves him like a son

He's only a few years younger than the guy

But overall he does love his hyungs, even Jihoon

~~

Xu Minghao- Code Name: Thanatos

Ability(ies): Necromancy; reviving the dead to semi-cognitive forms, Immortality; incapable of dying.

Status: Mutant

Development

He's kinda had this ability since he was 7

But he never told anyone but his mom who kept him hidden

It all started with a dead bird in his front yard

He picked it up and got sad that it was dead

But then it wasn't anymore

And it flew away

And Hao looked at his horrified Mom with blood flowing out of his nose

What a horrifying sight

Training

He trained himself

In a lot of things

Biology, Anatomy, Martial Arts, Poetry

He just hid and studied

He started bringing back things, just to see if he could

And to improve his strength

Now he wasn't just killing small animals

That would make him a sociopath

But he would go into the forests for days at a time and find dead and decaying animals and bring them back

Its kinda scary

He's never brought back a human though

Oddly enough, he happened upon Pledis

He was just in the woods, hiking and looking for dead things when he saw the building

At first, he thought it was just an abandoned building

When he got closer, he saw someone come outside

And they were waving to him

He wasn't sure why, but he went over to them

It was Dk, grinning like the sun

He was surprisingly chipper, but it made Hao feel better?

So he said “fuck it”

Called his mom

Told her he wouldn't be coming back any time soon

And stayed with Pledis

Current

He didn't abandon his mom

He still goes to see her a lot

Usually with Jun

His mom likes Jun because he is also Chinese

He's part of the SVT but mostly is just there because martial arts

He's a scary boy

And he can’t die

He's never brought a human back

And he's kinda scared to

But he's always training to just in case

He likes dancing with Hoshi, Jun, and Dino

Its a good way to get over the fact he literally has the power over life and death

Which everyone seems to forget a lot

But they watched him bring a bear back to life and control it

So now everyone's kinda scared of the tiny Chinese boy

Also, he always wears bucket hats on missions

No one knows why

~~

Chwe Hansol-  Code Name: Soundcloud

Ability(ies): Electrokinesis; generate and control electrical fields

Status: Mutate

Experiments

He was 6 when he was grabbed

His parents had done a decent job of hiding him

But even moving from New York to Korea didn't help

He didn't understand what was going on for a long time

At first, he was kept in the standard-issue cell

Three walls of brick and one of glass

Until he was 10

Then his abilities surfaced

It was storming outside and Vernon was staring out the little window when lightning struck the ground right next to his head

But nothing happened to him

He just turned to the doctors that ran in to see if he was still alive

But when they pulled him for testing the first nurse to touch him got zapped across the room

Every time they actually got him out of his cell he would touch the walls of the compound and turn off the lights

So they tossed him in Solitary

You know, throw the guy with electrical powers into a metal box

Good job.

He learned that he could create music by tapping his fingers on the wall

The electric sounds served as a background to his bad beatboxing and semi-bad rapping.

Then a few years later they pulled him out of the cell and knock him out

He barely remembers waking up to spook Chan

Rescue

He doesn't remember much

He had gotten shoved into another solitary cell

This time with no neighbors

He still just made music

And thought about his parents

Then when he was 19, roughly 5 years later he heard something different than just the normal sounds of the facility

Some loud thumps

So he called out to the guard in the corner and was answered with the viewing hole being covered

So Vernon did the only thing he could think of

He summoned a huge electrical field

and blasted the door off its hinges

nearly squished a Jun

And then promptly passed out

When he woke up he was on a bed in the medical wing

Literally second later Chan burst into the room and hugged him

Which made Boo shout at him

Vernon is almost certain he fell in love with Boo at that moment

Current

If he's not with Shua or Boo, he's probably alone in a corner

He's constantly trying to find his parents

Even if everyone thinks he should stop, he won't

And Cheol doesn't want him to give up on them either

Turns out he's really good with computers

But don't let him fly the plane

Someone nicknamed him storm once and he zapped them

Then educate them on the fact he could only manipulate electrical fields

He's a member of SVT, and arguably the deadliest

Others think its Shua or Gyu

but Boo told him he was the strongest so no one can take that from him

~~

Lee Jihoon- Code Name: Phantom

Ability(ies): Invisibility; Cause oneself and specific objects to no longer been seen by the human eye.

Status: Mutate

Experiment

He was taken when he was 10

His parents were scientists and knew about the gene

So they kept him hidden as long as they could

But he was eventually found

Since he was older they were ruthless in their experiments

In the cell next to him was this guy, mostly known as Hoshi

But they didn't talk much

He always just wished he was invisible,

One day he was

He was 15, and had bolted from the hold of one of the nurses

They chased him down the hall

but when he turned the corner he vanished

He seemed to realize they stopped chasing him after a few moments

When he paused to see why he caught his reflection in one of the steel doors

Or his lack of a reflection I should say.

This shocked him into being visible again

And got him captured again

They actually taught him how to control it

And trained him to be a spy

He hated it

But his other option was death so

Hey, useful skills for his next escape attempt

Which brings us to

Rescue

His escape attempt was the same day Cheol and the others showed up

This time they brought DK

Jeonghan had told them what Woozi could do

He managed to get out of the wing he was trapped in and all the way to the lobby before DK noticed him

Scared the shit out of Seungcheol when he just kinda popped into existence

Didn't want to go with them but figured it was better than staying there.

Current

He was only rescued a few months ago

But he's a very important member of SVT

Not only can he go invisible, but he's also scary

but also adorable cuz he's like 2 feet tall

He found Shua's guitar in the greenhouse and played it

Which made Shua super happy

But Shua scared the piss outta Jihoon by just popping out of a tree

So he stays indoors now.

Cheol and Jeonghan are pretty much the only 2 he puts up with

Everyone else is only healthy in small doses

I hope you guys liked this! Don't forget to request any scenarios, headcanons, or reactions your heart desires and I’ll do my best

#Seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #svt imagines #svt scenarios #seventeen headcanons #seventeen seungkwan #seventeen hoshi #seventeen seokmin #seventeen dino #seventeen minghao #seventeen vernon #seventeen woozi #goodwriterwithbadhabits

[dr-gloom]

Coffee Date?

Part 1  Part 2  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9

Part 3 is here! I had an idea for it but atm it’s not getting me anywhere, so I’m going on this new tangent

Whiiiiich means there may be a future part that takes place between parts 2 and 3 and I am soooo sorry. Of course, I could just leave it out and the story would be fine. I’m taking too much space for this.... just.... if I can write it out, I will, if I can’t, the story won’t suffer for it.

This one is going to start rather slow to some (most) people; it’s Virgil and Roman’s first meeting.

Fandom: Sanders’ Sides

Pairings: the platonic friendly kind

Warnings/Tags: Feelings of depression, Human AU, anxiety, anxiety attack, mentions of abuse, past abusive relationship

Read it on AO3

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Virgil spent a lot of time on his own now. It wasn’t that he didn’t like Patton or Logan, in fact they were practically family (Pat more-so than Logan, whom he’d only met a couple years ago through Patton), so he loved them dearly. It was just... having someone around all the time was overwhelming, sometimes. Patton was almost always home when Virgil was awake (he’d be the first to admit his sleeping schedule was... horrendous), and when he wasn’t Logan was usually there. Virgil could cut off his thumb and still count on that one hand the number of times he’s been completely alone in Patton’s- in their apartment. 

Logan didn’t live there, per se. He had his own place, but he spent most of his time outside of work at Patton’s and Virgil’s apartment. Virgil is pretty sure Logan has a crush on Patton, but Patton hasn’t said anything so he figures it’s not his business anyways. So he’d decided to give them some time to themselves and dipped out of the apartment shortly after Logan stopped in. Currently, he was just wandering aimlessly through town; he didn’t care if he got lost. He... didn’t care about a lot of things, anymore. He’d never tell Patton that, though. His friend would be heartbroken to hear that he didn’t care of he lived or died. After everything Patton’s done for him, he couldn’t hurt him like that. Virgil stopped in front of a small coffee shop and went inside. 

The interior is plenty cozy, with warm redwood furniture and soft creme-colored walls. Virgil glances around for a moment before walking up to the counter, glancing at the sunny employee’s smile before looking down at his chest. He didn’t know how to feel about people smiling at him. “Hello there, dark prince. What will you be having this fine afternoon?” Virgil raises an eyebrow at the nickname and looks over the menu before muttering, “Can... Can I uh... hot chocolate?” The employee - Roman, if his name tag is correct - smiles and nods, grabbing the biggest size and writing Virgil’s order. “Will that be all?” Virgil nods. “Alright, your total is $3.37.” Virgil takes a five out of his pocket and hands it over, telling Roman “Keep the change.” before sitting in the furthest, most isolated corner of the coffee shop. Virgil pulls out his phone, quickly exiting out of his texting history without looking and pulling up Tumblr. While he waits, Virgil scrolls through his dash and reblogs/likes whatever he finds funny. After a few minutes of this, a coffee cup is set in front of him and Virgil looks up to see Roman smiling kindly down at him holding his own coffee cup. 

“I’m starting my break right now. Would you mind me joining you?” Virgil shakes his head and tries his best attempt at a smile before picking up his cup and sipping at his hot chocolate. That’s some good shit. Virgil goes back to his phone, ignoring Roman. 

Roman, apparently, has other plans because he tries to strike up a conversation. “Soooo. You never told me your name. You know, that’s usually the custom in coffee shops.” Virgil raises an eyebrow and looks around. “Well, I think it’s accurate to assume that out of a clientele of... 7 people, you could find my face.” Out of curiosity, he looks at what Roman wrote on his cup.

Tall, Dark, and Handsome

Virgil instantly feels his face heat up. He sets the cup down a little too quickly and stuffs his hands in his lap. Roman grins. “So, can I have the name of the prince of my dreams, tonight?” Virgil looks up at Roman, making eye contact for the first time since he’s walked in. “I- I uh-” He wasn’t sure how he felt about all of this, but he didn’t think it was good. Roman leans in with a soft smirk, and Virgil leans back. 

“Or maybe you could tell me over dinner tonight?” He reaches over and takes Virgil’s hand, kissing his knuckles. Virgil shudders and pulls his hand back, feeling sick. “I really-” 

“Or perhaps you need to think on it? That’s alright, take all the time you need.” Virgil’s eyes dart around the small shop. Including the other employees, there were ten other people in the building right now. Ten people to witness if Virgil flipped out and made a scene. Ten people to watch this practical stranger get angry with him because he can’t even turn someone down right. He can still feel Roman’s lips pressed against his hand and it’s making his breathing come out a little funny. He brings a hand up to his chest; has his heart always beat this fast? He looks up at Roman to see the other staring at him. Oh god, he was already making a scene, he was being a nuisance. He clenches his fists in his lap and stares at his knees, shaking slightly, sinking into his bulky black hoodie. 

Roman smiled as a gothic cutie walked in, looking around before coming up to the counter. Roman couldn’t help the little nickname that slipped out as he asked what Virgil wanted, and he wrote the order on the cup before taking the money with a grin. It wasn’t until said cutie was gone that he realized he forgot to get his name. He hums in thought before writing Tall, Dark, and Handsome in sharpie. He briefly debated adding a small heart, or his number, but decided to play it safe and just made the man’s hot chocolate. When he brought it to him, Roman was practically vibrating with nerves as he asked to join. Truthfully, he had actually just clocked out for the day, but cute boys were much more receptive when you were only going to be around for fifteen minutes, not indefinitely. 

When he asked for Dark Angel’s name and got that snarky response about how empty the coffee shop was, he had to hide a laugh behind his hand. When the stranger looked at the cup and turned red, Roman internally cheered. He’s totally into me! He called the other the prince of his dreams. Smooth. When they made eye contact and Roman looked into those beautiful eyes, he couldn’t help but suggest dinner. He was a romantic at heart, this was his... semi-grand gesture. He kissed Dark and Stormy’s hand, feeling suave as hell, until cutie pulls his hand back. He backtracks; don’t want to come on too strong now, Roman. Then he’s looking around, and Roman can see him starting to freak out, and oh god he really screwed this one up didn’t he? 

“I’m really sorry, did I read this wrong? If you’re not into guys you can say so, I’m sorry I overstepped. Are you alright?” 

Virgil barely heard what Roman said, his heart beating loudly in his ears. He stood on slightly shaky legs, stuttering out an excuse to leave as he grabbed his phone and the cup and started heading for the door. He made it outside but didn’t stop, blindly turning and walking down the sidewalk. Was he heading to Patton’s, or away from it? He didn’t care, he just wanted to be away from that coffee place. A hand grabs his shoulder and he spins around; if not for the panic gripping his throat he would have screamed. 

Roman stands before him, face the picture of concern and guilt, hands fidgeting in front of him like he doesn’t know what to do with them. After a moment of silence, he speaks up. “I swear I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable and I’m so sorry for whatever I said and did that made it seem like I had ill intentions. Can... Can I make it up to you? We can go wherever you like, any public place with plenty of witnesses even, and we can just chat. I’d like to be your friend, if that’s okay.” Virgil looks at Roman, studying his face for signs of a lie. But you could never spot them on D-. Virgil nods slowly, shoving his hands deep in his hoodie pockets to hide their trembling. “Yeah... Okay. Let’s go to the park.” Virgil looks around, then turns and starts heading for the park. He hasn’t been over there yet, but he’s seen it when he goes to the store with Patton - they pass right by it. 

He can feel Roman following behind a couple steps back, and he can also feel the waves of guilt and anxiety coming off of him. Maybe Roman wasn’t such a bad guy after all? Maybe Virgil really did just misunderstand him? They reach the park after a few silent minutes of walking and Virgil plops down on the nearest park bench with a small sigh. Roman sits beside him, leaving a good six inches between them, and the two silently people watch.

It seems like hours before Roman finally gathers the courage to open his mouth. “So... If you don’t mind me asking, and if you don’t mind telling a virtual stranger, what happened?” Virgil doesn’t bother asking what he means; he already knows. He sighs slowly, leaning his elbows on his knees and looking at the concrete between his feet. 

“I met Dee back in our Junior year of high school. He had just moved here from like, Texas, I think? So he had no friends. We became close pretty fast, along with my childhood friend Patton.” Virgil rubs his chin with his index finger as he thinks. “He asked me out to Junior prom. Before then, we’d both known we liked the other but were dancing around it. Prom was our first date, I guess.” He has no idea why he’s telling Roman all of this, but he feels like he can trust him. “We started dating after that. He was... a great boyfriend, the best really. So kind and considerate, wanted to protect the people he cared about... When we graduated, he asked me to move in with him, which I did. He went to school and I stayed home. He said if I got a job he’d never get to see me, so I didn’t. He apparently had enough money from his parents that we didn’t have to worry about stuff like rent. 

“When he got closer to finally graduating, I think the stress began to get to him. He started becoming more snappy, he was easily angered, and he didn’t smile or joke as much anymore. By the time he’d finally gotten his degree, he was almost a completely different person.” Virgil closes his eyes briefly. “He wanted me to ask permission before I did anything without him, he didn’t want me going to see certain friends, and even the ones he liked I had to ask about first. He... He’d come home from a bad day at work and. And he’d hit me.” Virgil opens his eyes when a gentle hand settles on his shoulder. “He’d started to do it when I messed something up, or if I argued with him. When I did something without asking. A- a few months ago-...” His voice breaks and he has to take a deep breath before continuing. “A few months ago, he raped me for the first time.” 

This is the first time he’s said it out loud, and the words bring tears to his eyes. “H-he said if I loved him, I’d do this for him, and- and I did, I do, y’know?” He scoffs derisively. “God, how fucked am- am I that I still love him. He hurt me over and over and left me to rot and I still... I miss him.” Roman is silent for a long moment, letting Virgil compose himself before speaking up. “No you don’t.” At the quizzical look Virgil shoots him, he elaborates. “You were used to a certain... way of living. An expectation for how your day, or maybe the rest of your life, would go. Now that he’s not in your life... That expectation is gone. You don’t miss him, you miss the expectation.” He hums and sits back. “Well, maybe you miss him, but I’m sure it’s the old him you miss. That man has been gone for a long time; have you mourned him, yet?”

Virgil looks at Roman, blown away by how the man who’d been goofily hitting on him not even an hour ago was now speaking with such... wisdom. He shakes his head, and Roman nods. “You should. You’ll feel better.” Virgil bites his lip.

“Virgil.” 

Roman looks over at him. “What?” 

“My name’s Virgil.” 

He smiles. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Virgil.”

Virgil hesitates before walking through the front door, trying to relax. It’d be fine. Patton always said the more the merrier, right? As soon as the door shut behind him, he was being nearly bowled over by Patton running over and pulling him into a hug. “Oh my god, kiddo! You had me so worried! Where have you been? Are you okay?” Virgil felt a ball of guilt settle in his stomach and gently hugged Patton back. “Pat, I told you I was going out today, you didn’t have to worry.”

“But you were gone for so long!”

“Patton, we have been over this. Virgil is an adult, he can take care of himself just fine.” Logan comes wandering out of the kitchen, standing a couple feet back from the other two still by the door. Virgil gives him a small wave that he returns. “So, how was your outing?” Virgil swallowed nervously. Here goes. “Pretty good... I even made a friend.” Patton gasps and pulls back, holding Virgil at arm’s length. Patton was the only person Virgil would ever let touch him this much, but right now he really wished he’d stop. “That’s great kiddo! Who are they?” Virgil picks at his cuticles. “Well... his name’s Roman.” 

“Roman?”

“Yeah...”

“And how old is this Roman?” Uh oh. Dad voice. 

“He’s the same age as us, Pat.” Virgil looks from Patton to Logan then back again.

“And you just met him today.” Virgil looks at the carpet. “....Yes.”

“Virge, you know I love you, and trust you with my life, but how well do you really know this guy?”

“Well enough that I told him about Dee.” 

That makes the room go silent, and Virgil pushes on before he loses his nerve. “And we’ve been talking all day and getting to know each other. I actually uh... invited him over... for dinner...?” Patton blinks, trying to fight back a smile. “Really.” 

“Yeah...” 

“Well, where is he then?” Logan takes a step forward. Virgil nods and opens the front door, leaning out into the hallway and calling out. “Hey dude you can come in, they won’t kill you.” Patton opens his mouth to say something when Roman walks into the room and Logan of all people cuts him off. 

“Roman Prince?”

“Logan Barry?”

Patton and Virgil share a confused look. “You know him, Lo?”

Logan nods, still staring at Roman slightly wide-eyed. “He was my college roommate.” 

A grin almost instantly splits Patton’s face. “Well! The more the merrier!” Virgil would bring up the fact that Patton just decided to trust Logan and not him, but honestly he’s just glad this worked out okay. 

“So, what’s for dinner tonight, Padre?” Virgil snrks at the nickname and Patton positively beams.

“Pasta!” 

A/N: Well this one definitely did not write itself.

I blame this on the fact that I waited until midnight to start on it and I’m tired. 

I realize I’m giving you all these little hope nuggets when you already know what’s going to happen, and honestly I’m not sorry at all, I’m horrible.

Hopefully this is okay!

Taglist:  @metaphoricalpluto2 @bunny222

#depression #patton sanders #virgil sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides fanfic #anxiety #anxiety attack #mentions of abuse #past abusive relationship

[survey--s]

275.

1 - What’s the biggest argument you’ve ever had with a family member? Did things ever go back to how they were beforehand?   I had a huge argument with my dad about my grades. I got an A in a French presentation and the first thing he said was “why wasn’t it an A+?” - I basically flipped at him and said I worked really hard on that presentation and he could at least have said well done. Anyway, it took a while but we improved our relationship a bit afterwards. Sadly we don’t really speak now as he’s isolated himself over COVID even though restrictions are done here.

2 - Have you ever experienced some kind of natural disaster?   Just a couple of really minor earthquakes.

3 - If you have pets, do you feed them human food or do they just get regular pet food? If they do get human food, what’s their favorite thing to have?   A mixture of both, but mainly pet food. The cats get chicken on top and sometimes tuna (though Toby is allergic). Archie gets bits of everything - chicken, fish, bread, pizza, cheese...

4 - Have you ever been in a physical fight? Who won?   No.

5 - What were you lighting the last time you used a lighter or matches? The oven, and I used a lighter. The ignition switch thing doesn’t work.

6 - What’s the weather currently doing where you are?   It’s sunny and blue skies, probably around 12 degrees ish?

7 - The last time you got up from your seat, what did you go and do?   I went to get some painkillers and then I refilled the dogs’ water bowl at the same time.

8 - Name five things you’ve done so far today: Walked the dog. Gone to work. Had a riding lesson and did canters on Stanley for the first time in the school. I’ve also had a shower and cooked dinner.

9 - What’s the mode of transport that you take or use the most?   I pretty much drive everywhere.

10 - When was the last time you got caught in a rain or snow storm? Were you dressed for it or did you end up getting soaked?   I got caught in the rain today but it was mostly just drizzle and I dried out pretty quickly afterwards.

11 - Did your favorite Disney film come out before or after you were born?   Before I was born by about 35 years.

12 - Are you a fan of musicals?   I love a good musical.

13 - What the last thing you spent money on apart from necessities?   Uhh, unhealthy snacks, lol.

14 - Are there any sequels to things that you prefer to the original?   Shrek 2, lol. Frozen 2 was also pretty good.

15 - How often do you lose the remote control?   I often mislay it in the blankets, but I’ve never lost it completely.

16 - When was the last time you had problems with your internet connection?   Uhh, about six months ago maybe.

17 - What games do you play on your phone, if any at all?   Klondike, Bingo Blitz, Scratchers and Gems of War.

18 - Aside from family, who was the last person you spent time with? How do you know that person?   Sophie came over to drop some keys off a couple of hours ago, if that counts? We’re both dog walkers so we know each other through work.

19 - Are you currently warm, cold or just right?   Mostly just right, though my feet are a bit warm.

20 - Do you prefer showers or baths? When was the last time you had either?   Showers, and I had one after work about five hours ago.

21 - Do you spend a lot of money on your appearance?   Try pretty much zero money.

22 - When was the last time you spent more than £100 on something? Was it a necessity like a bill, or a treat for yourself?   Uh, I spent £100 on stock for work, if that counts? It was a necessity but I can claim most of it back on my taxes.

23 - Would you rather swim in the sea, a lake or a pool?   A pool or a lake.

24 - Have you ever had a zoo keeper experience or anything where you’ve been able to go behind the scenes and look after/feed the animals?   I think I made this survey during quarantine? lol. Anyway, I’ve done keeper experiences for penguins and jaguars before. I’ve also hand-fed elephants, rhinos, giraffes, lemurs and squirrel monkeys.

25 - Would you ever want the responsibility of being a politician or a similar position of power?   Nope.

26 - How many times a week do you go to the grocery store?   I get an online shop delivered once a week.

27 - When was the last time you got a takeaway coffee or drink?   I got an iced coffee after work on Friday. 28 - Do you quote films or TV shows as you’re watching them?   Always.

29 - What’s something your parents do that really annoys you?   My dad can get really fixated on a subject to the point of being offensive sometimes, and my mum can be a bit flaky with arrangements, though she’s been a lot better since I called her out on it, I have to say.

30 - If you had to quarantine for two weeks tomorrow due to testing positive to COVID, would you be able to survive on the things you had in your house?   No, but I mean, that’s what online shopping is for, lol. Quarantine is no longer a thing where we are, anyway.

#survey #surveys

[thekitsune]

RaeStar Week Day 6 - Future

I’m really proud of this one. I hope everyone likes it :)

RaeStar Week Day 6 - Family

Raven smiled as she sat on the couch in her and Starfire's home. They've been together for over 20 years now. 17 years ago they had their first child, a young baby girl named Serena Roth. Two years later, a baby boy named Sunny Roth. - They were happy to see that Serena was like Starfire and took after her Tamaranean heritage. She also had Starfire's happy and energetic personality which became apparent as she grew older and became obsessed with petting every dog and cat in the city. Sadly, at the age of 4, Raven woke to Sunny's crying and Serena floating in their room with dark red skin and three glowing eyes. Gasping, she ran to Sunny's side, moved him to a safe location, and then called Starfire in while using her magic to try and calm their daughter down.

After several hours, Serena finally fell back to sleep and the parents sighed in relief before looking at each other sadly at the fact that their daughter had demon heritage running through her body. And from the look of it, the Tamaranean DNA would more than likely cause her to become a huge threat should her demon side win. Spending the next two days in her private chamber, Raven crafted two special seals. A small seal in the shape of the Sun for Serena's forehead (similar to Raven's own forehead gem) and a bracelet seal. After placing them on Serena, her daughter hasn't taken them off for thirteen years.

Their son was an incredibly different story. He has always been close with his sister, even after that whole incident, but his mothers were a different story. Sunny was born without any powers whatsoever. He was basically a normal human. This made both mothers happy to see. However, this caused a strain on his relationship with the family as a whole as he got older. Thanks to his sister and mothers being able to fly, save the world, shoots energy beams, etc, he could never do activities with them that required those powers. He always felt like an outside.

He was a happy child when he was younger though thanks to being good at hiding this painful feeling. He thought he hid it well, but he didn't count on Raven being able to see through his mask. She quickly began to stop using her powers unless necessary and spend as much time as she could with him. She tried to get Starfire to tone down the use of her powers as well, but since Serena was always using her powers thanks to being a hyper child, someone had to keep up with her.

This sadly began to cause Sunny to grow distant from Starfire which she hasn't noticed. Raven though made sure to always be there for him which he appreciated and really bonded them together. Sadly, the wish for powers kept eating away at him until finally at the age of 10, while Raven and Starfire were on a date night with Serena in charge, he snuck away while she was spending her time playing video games. He snuck through the house and found a way into Raven's secret chamber holding all her spells, curses, and cursed objects.

Quickly rushing through the room to find something, he stumbled upon what he thought was a spell that would allow him to cast spells like his mother. Reading the 'spell' out loud, he soon felt mind numbing pain travel though his right arm and the right portion of his torso. Screaming at the top of his lungs, he collapsed to the ground and lost consciousness. Serena heard her brother's screams and rushed to his location.

Not waiting, she busted through the wall and stumbled upon her younger brother. She gasped when she saw that his arm has turned completely black with the right side of his torso matching the color. She quickly called their parents, who appeared instantly thanks to Raven's portal and rushed to his side. Raven gasped as she recognized the curse that had been cast on her son's body.

She proceeded to spend the next few nights trying everything she could to remove it, but she was unable to find a way. Even worse, she realized whenever she left the room, he began to have nightmares. Realizing that the other effect of the curse was beginning to set in, she placed her own spell on him which made it that whenever he was within 200 feet of her, her magic would keep the nightmares from eating away at him.

After waking up, Sunny was shocked to see his new appearance, but he was happy to see that he was okay. His family though became rather protective of him for the next few weeks so he had to stay inside the house. Since he couldn't leave, he sat in his room and slowly realized that this curse of his gave him the ability to cast magic like Raven. Smiling, he snuck and got a hold of some of her spell books without her realizing and began to isolate himself in his room to study.

This lead to Sunny's following years of being an isolated loner. And lead to Sunny losing his old personality from his childhood and becoming almost emotionless. Serena always blamed herself for what happened to her younger brother so she became very overprotective of him. Starfire had began to realize how much time she missed out on spending time with her son when he was still a happy go lucky child. She began to try and connect with him, but Sunny finds it hard to find some common ground with his Tamaranean mother (not that he doesn't love her. He does). Raven is really the only one who can connect with him still thanks to the bond they had when he was still a small child, and since she used to isolate herself from people. In fact, she is the only person who can put a smile on Sunny's face.

Plus, Raven was the only one who could see pass the stoic face on Sunny and see her lonely son still doing all he can to try and fit in with his superhero family. She really wishes that he wasn't born without any powers or that her and Starfire didn't have any powers. Maybe then her son never would have gone as far as he did to try and fit in with the people who love him. - Raven watched Starfire float in and sit next to her while handing her a mug of hot chocolate. Raven smiled at her wife and thanked her before taking a sip of her drink.

"Thanks honey," Raven told Starfire as she leaned back on the couch. Starfire smiled back before wrapping her arm around Raven and pulling her close.

"Thinking about our children again?" Starfire asked Raven who just chuckled as she moved closer to the warmth Starfire was radiating.

"Heh, I've been doing that a lot lately haven't I?" Raven questioned back after setting her mug down. Starfire just giggled before bringing her own mug of hot chocolate to Raven's lips. Raven sighed before smiling and taking a sip.

"Well, ever since they left to go start their own Teen Titans, it's been hard on you. Especially since Sunny is gone. You had a special connection with him," Starfire smiled down at Raven who nodded her head. Their children had always wanted to join a team like their mothers were in when they were teenagers. So when they finally got old enough, they left and hunted down some members before becoming founding members of the New Teen Titans. Heck, they even heard that their children had travelled to another universe recently and met a superhero called Hawkmoth. Apparently, they are part of some Multiverse Superhero Team.

Heh, Starfire was actually jealous of their children now. She knew how hard it has been for Raven though. Just like Raven, Starfire had a special connection with Serena. So when she had left, Starfire had began to miss her greatly. Even flying off to visit constantly for the first few weeks to make sure she was okay. it embarassed the kids so she eventually toned it down and only visited once every month. At least she's doing better than Raven. She knew Raven visited both twice every month, and Sunny once every week to cast a spell to let him sleep soundly for the night.

Both of them though were worried about their children. They knew how dangerous the superhero life was, but they had to trust that their kids could handle themselves.

"Hey Kori?" Raven asked which gained Starfire's attention.

"Yeah Rachel?" Starfire replied while pulling her shorter wife onto her lap.

"Since the kids have had a low crime rate do you want to plan a short vacation with them?" Raven asked her wife while cuddling into her. Starfire hummed to herself as she pondered over the question before smiling.

"That sounds like a good idea. I might even be able to get in contact with Dick to borrow some money to stay in a good hotel," Starfire told Raven while running her fingers through Raven's hair. Raven smiled as she wrapped her arms around Starfire's waist.

"That's a good idea. I'll tell Sunny the next time I see him. Heh, hopefully he won't ask me if I found a growing spell yet," Raven told Star who just began laughing. Their son has always been short, not even reaching 5 feet in height even though he's 15. Apparently, all the Tamaranean height DNA went to Serena who is as tall as Star was at 17.

"Poor boy, maybe a piggyback ride on my back on our vacation will make him happy. That has been something we've always been able to enjoy together," Starfire told Raven who just chuckled at the thought of their teenage son piggybacking on his taller mother.

"Please don't Kori. Last time you two did that, Serena forced me to race against you two on her back. I'm too old to be piggyback riding," Raven told her wife who just laughed before standing up and placing Raven on her back. This caused Raven to pout and blush. Starfire glanced back and smirked.

"We'll see about that honey. How about a little piggy back ride? Could help us feel younger?" Starfire jokingly said causing Raven to sigh, but tighten her grip on Starfire. This made her smile before rushing off through the house.

They might have went through a lot in their past, but Raven and Starfire both knew that their future was going to be bright.

#Teen Titans #Raven #Starfire #RaeStar #StarRae #RaeStar Week #StarRae Week #Day 6 #Future #Hehe I added their children that I made :D

[bornintheyeardot]

Episode 5

There used to be a Dad. 

Hazel and Rupert had met under a tree-planting contract up in Hesquiat Harbour in 1981. Back then Hazel was operating her own business, a juice bar lunch counter in a large health food store in the Happy Valley. In February the coffers of 'Squeeze' had dwindled; things were slow in the winter months. She'd heard of "big money up north," but was flabbergasted to actually land a cooking job after a five minute interview. They must have been desperate to hand a total stranger a chequebook and say "Go buy a camp kitchen and everything you need to feed thirty-five planters for six weeks." The company were overwhelmed with new contracts after fervent bidding wars. It was the 'heyday' of the tree-planting rush. So Hazel went down to Capital Iron and bought the works: coffee pots, bowls, saucepans, cups, wooden spoons, giant slotted spoons, frying pans, dish pans, cutlery and a lot of big plastic garbage bins. Then she went down to Sawaan Bulk Foods in the Square and loaded sacks of dried beans and rice, flour and oats, seeds, nuts, nut butter and finally, eight buckets of tofu. Caroline, her house mate, offered to 'woman' the juice stand and leant her a double down sleeping bag. She also tucked an ounce of red Lebanese hash into her jacket pocket on the way out the door.

 Arriving by barge to Boat Basin B.C. in Hesquiat Harbour, Hazel abandoned the thought of any mind altering strategies as the enormity of her job became clear. You could be fired if the coffee wasn't on at 4:30 AM. The outside reckoning came from the twenty-seven planters whose tastes ran to Sarsaparilla Tea, Ginger Tea, Lemon Balm and Fenugreek for a morning pick me up. She had arrived completely green and disguised this inexperience in a no-nonsense attitude with the planters and bosses alike. It proved to be the most creative and demanding job she had ever done. The day began at 4:00 AM getting dressed in the pitch black in an old school bus where she slept; clambering outside and over to the cook shack and lighting the fire in the airtight. She would then meander in the pre-dawn twilight down to the river where all the perishables were stored; chiming through the forest wearing a headlamp and zils: finger cymbals leftover from a dalliance with belly dancing. This proved to be a good idea. Arriving at the 'impenetrable' lid locked bins she found them open several times; contents strewn about and riddled with largish fang marks. Once there was a large cat slinking away in the dark, no tail. Retrieving the spoils she returned to camp and spent the next hour layering an array of foodstuffs that would allow a wide group of people with completely different tastes and backgrounds to eat breakfast and prepare a lunch for that day. At first Hazel felt sorry for them. They had to go out into the most rugged terrain on the west coast and actually determine their profit, whatever they ran into. Before long she realized that a certain percentage of the planters and foremen alike had no interest in hard work whatsoever and would rather hang around the cook shack, complain about the rations and crawl off to sleep in their tent (or a hollow log) later. 

A newcomer was flown in one night, eight days into the contract. He approached Hazel the next morning after breakfast. He was wearing navy coveralls, had an unruly head of indigo black curls and and his dark features gave him a slightly menacing look. But as he spoke to her he smiled " Excuse me - but I am the head of the committee against cayenne on the breakfast eggs." She had baked eggs in muffin tins and to make them look festive she would decorate them in red and green, dill weed being the less offensive garnish. " Well I suppose I could use paprika, but are you aware of all the health benefits of cayenne? You know it's wonderful for your circulation......" and she was off. Soon Rupert found reasons to hang around after the evening meal. He studied her cookbooks and helped her to do the dishes. Hazel never went for the 'everyone wash their own plate' routine in her kitchen as she generally found it involved a lot of other personal hygiene rituals using her precious heated water. 

Two weeks in, she was confounded by the incommunicado between camp and the rest of the world. It was a good thing she'd brought eight buckets of tofu, that she was lovingly rinsing in the river daily, which kept it fresh. Her assistant Jo-Anne was annoyingly political diet wise, and would produce slabs of unadorned tofu to the hungry carnivores night after night, instilling the notion that it was latex disguised as nutrition. However, as the other food stores dwindled, Hazel found the tofu invaluable. She bolstered the meatballs with tofu to stretch the 1 lb. of ground beef. She crumbled it with feta into the lasagna and even made a cheesecake that was all tofu. She had also been baking bread every night, the Tassajara short-rise recipe, with wholegrain flour and a lot of seeds, so they all filled up on bread and nobody complained of constipation. 

Cougar Annie, from whom they got eggs, was practically the sole permanent resident of Boat Basin. She had managed to get a Post Office there, sporting several skins over the doorway. Rupert sent himself a postcard, just to get the postmark. The setting was spectacular. Craggy dark mountains flaunting thick Douglas fir, Sitka spruce and lodgepole pine dropped down to hemlock, fir and shaggy yellow cedars skirting the beach. 

One afternoon Hazel, Rupert, Dal and Jo-Anne were walking the seashore, still shrouded in snow in some places, strewn with oozing kelp and bright winking shell. Glowing moss garnished the smooth black sandstone flanking the white sand. There were two skiffs down in the next bay and four men on the beach, Native, clam digging. They came up and introduced themselves. They were from Ahousat. After securing their buckets in the speedboats they invited everyone into one of the fisher shacks on the beach where they had a fire going. The older man started pouring cups of tea from the enamel pot on the airtight and someone had a pipe so Hazel thought it an opportune moment and pulled out the hash. Things got very charged and vivid after the fact and their questions wound into a lively discussion about the peculiarities of resource ownership, fishing rights and history. It was an exchange of understanding and recognition. Afterwards they silently walked back down the beach as the boats buzzed away. Eight days later, they were literally OUT OF FOOD.

Disorganization abounded with their thinly spread bosses and Hazel was in the disagreeable position of telling the planters as they left for work that morning " Kidney bean pie for dinner". They liked to know. All she had was kidney beans and some cornmeal and she was choked because the food orders to Tofino had been submitted ten days before. Rupert stayed home for some pretend reason that day. Together they wandered the beach which was so prolifically everywhere, ostensibly looking for seafood. They found one Gooey Duck. However, it was a tremendously sunny day and the mountains, anenomes and isolation were in full romantic flow when suddenly two skiffs pulled around the corner and dived onto the beach. It was the Indians they'd met the week before and they had come with food. Nobody had asked them. They had around 50 lbs. of Red Snapper and Rock Cod and forty-seven live crab. 

Things got really busy after that. Hazel was surprised that Rupert knew how to clean fish so efficiently. Right in the middle of their industry a chopper came into view and then landed on the beach. It turned out to be the delivery of a liquor order. At first Hazel was furious. Why were they being delivered booze when they couldn't even get food? Then, as they helped unload the cargo onto the beach it dawned on her that they had a serious spontaneous occasion on their hands. These guys had gone to work expecting kidney bean pie and a predictable session later on the long drop and instead they were coming home to crab legs in garlic butter, cod fillets, potatoes, snapper bisque with cornmeal muffins, bean salad, sea asparagus and Metaxa brandy, red wine, white wine, Tequila and Molson's Canadian...... It was March 1981 in Boat Basin B.C. and life was sweet! 

Hazel went to the available bosses that afternoon and suggested they make out a cheque in appreciation of the bounty. The two gentlemen were embroiled in heated discussion when Hazel popped her head into their "office", a truck camper balanced on two massive logs. They shrugged and began griping that the company were already over extended. "But they saved our asses!" Hazel exhorted. "Invite them to dinner." they offered, closing the camper door. It was a memorable night nonetheless. After feasting and drinking the guitars and drums came out and the merrymaking by lantern light around the airtight carried on well into the bountiful hours, progressing into a libretto of absurdly long songs with made up verses. Rupert was beaming throughout, even as he remained quite mute. "Don't you sing?" Hazel inquired, used to perpetual musicians. He turned shyly to her and staring at the floor he began to quaver in a wobbly tenor " Don't cry for me Argenteeeeena......" She looked puzzled and his face brightened into that radiant smile once again as he excitedly began to describe the musical, the history and his own sojourn in Argentina several years prior. The cacophony of voices receded as they wandered arm in arm down to Rupert's snow banked canvas tent on the beach. They were greeted by Jordon Bob, Rupert's tent mate, who was stony faced. He offered them coffee from his thermos and said there was a serious matter at hand. As they were sharing a bottle of red wine they offered some to Jordon Bob but he didn't ‘do alcohol’ and Rupert didn't ‘do coffee’ so they just shook hands and sat down together. He nodded at them both and explained that word had gotten out about their stingy bosses. He then packed up his few things and made his way to another tent. Solidarity was brewing. 

The next morning every aboriginal working on the contract left the camp.