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bearseokie · 4 years ago

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boyfriend! victon

[ gender-neutral! ] this was originally just a bf! subin headcanon, but i clearly cannot control myself.

victon m.list | navi. | nsfw bf! victon (M)

Seungwoo:

openly admitted his feelings for you in the hopes you would reply with the same emotions.

his gestures are always romantic, even if he means them to be casual (i.e kissing your knuckles, helping you out of a vehicle, pulling your chair out for you.)

sweeps you off your feet every chance he gets. figuratively and physically.

you can't be in a room that doesn't have flowers in them, he makes sure of that.

holds his hand up flat so you can press yours against it.

will walk in on you in the bathroom and laugh at your embarrassed reaction while he brushes his teeth.

gives you his clothes to wear almost every day, you barely wear anything from your own wardrobe.

back hugs you every chance he can.

gym dates where you sit off to the side and take pictures of him while he works out. he eventually gets bored of you watching him and asks to bench you instead of his weights, which ends up in you falling on top of him laughing. if you do work out with him, he spots you the entire time instead of doing his own workout.

drives with one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh.

shakes you awake so you can watch the sunrise through the window together while you lay in each other’s arms.

sleeps on his stomach so you have to hold him instead of the other way around.

tosses you over his shoulder instead of picking you up like normal.

writes handwritten letters when you're apart.

running your fingers through his hair while his head lays on your chest.

when he sings in the shower, he sings at full volume. the steam will be seeping from under the door, and even if you’re dead asleep, he will belt out some high notes that wakes you up instantly with a smile on your face.

lets you sit on his lap all the time. even if he is in the middle of something, he will just slide his arms under yours and continue working with you in his hold.

loves to hold you up by your waist to kiss you like you’re in a dramatic romance movie.

messes with you a lot. loves to piss you off so he can pinch your cheeks and kiss you until you cool down.

the type of boyfriend that invites you to dinner, walks you home, and doesn't leave until the next morning if you catch the drift.

Seungsik:

he is terrible at opening up to people (he's said this himself), and it takes a long time for someone to get to know him.

and by a 'long time' he meant maybe two days after he met you because that title immediately flew out the window. eager to know everything about you, it was only fair that he talked about himself, too.

confessed to you by holding your hand awkwardly while standing behind you so you couldn't see how hard he was blushing

he knows what you're thinking without you even saying anything

does house chores for you regularly so you get time to relax.

"where did these flowers come from?" seungsik.

purposely waits for you to ask him to do something just so he can admit that he already did it. usually ends in you showering him with 'thank you' kisses.

knows your food orders by heart

short walks during light rains just so he has an excuse to cover you with his coat and run home with you.

the most caring person around you when you get sick, will nurse you back to health like his life depends on it.

brings you outside just so you can sit in the grass and blow on dandelions together.

“did you eat yet?” texts regularly

very handy when it comes to home projects. even if you don’t ask you to join him in fixing something, he’ll already be three steps ahead of you with it almost done by the time you get the first word out.

loves to run his hands through your hair.

candlelit dinners late at night while sharing each other’s passions and dreams.

matching phone lock screens where you’re his and he’s yours.

nose kisses.

matching plaid pants.

No matter how far from each other you’re standing, he always instinctively holds his hand out for you to take.

sleeps with your head on his chest so you can listen to his heartbeat.

Chan:

he fell madly in love with you instantly the second he saw you. he couldn’t look away. finally plucked up the courage to ask you out but got so nervous that you had to ask him instead.

can make you laugh with a single facial expression.

once tried to impress you by throwing his coat over a puddle so you could walk over it, it was a sewage drain and his coat was ruined.

leaves the house and returns with every snack imaginable for you to share. lots of lady and the tramp spaghetti moments but with ramen. flavored waters stored in your fridge like the world is ending. enough sweets to survive an apocalypse.

yanks you down the sidewalk to pet a dog.

every time you walk around the park, he asks for you to go down the double slide with him so you can hold hands.

takes up 80% of the bed when sleeping so you have to cling to him in order to not fall off the side.

long phone calls at the end of the day when you’re apart. he tells you everything that happened and doesn’t leave out a single detail.

rooftop dates where you can watch the sun go down while you hold hands and kiss.

he always has a story to tell you, no matter what time of day it is.

picnics.

you’ll never have to open another door for yourself again.

lets you sit behind him so you can hug his back while he holds on to your legs around his waist.

has a soft spot for your laugh. if you start laughing, he'll start laughing, and neither of you will have oxygen in your lungs for a while.

artistic dates where you try out new activities. acrylic pours, spray-painting, even drawing on each other. loves to make a mess of things so he gets to spend more time with you cleaning it up.

matching hoodies.

blaring music while dancing together around your living room.

kisses you like you’re the only two people on the planet.

takes you to a small diner for dinner and you both sit there and talk until the sun is rising.

gets lead on easily, so he trusts you with his life because he loves you.

Sejun:

obnoxious 'go to the store with me' dates where it's just the two of you rampaging around the aisles finding nothing in particular while coming up with more inside jokes than you can memorize.

begs you to watch scary movies with him just so you'll cling to him scared. he clings to you instead because he's terrified.

arcade dates.

loud screaming when he isn't expecting you.

you have a wall dedicated to doodles he’s drawn for you, even if they were torn from the corners of notebook paper. also leaves sticky note messages for you to find around your home.

the type of boyfriend to find an abandoned shopping cart and put you in it to go around town.

karaoke dates where he screams at the top of his lungs.

willingly falls off of furniture reaching you for you when he’s sleepy.

stormy nights are no longer scary because he’ll bring out the battery-powered lantern and some snacks. also helps you build a blanket fort.

piggy-back rides.

every time you turn around he's feeding you food or bringing you something to drink. if you tell him you haven't eaten all day, he'll carry you to the kitchen and spoon-feed you until you're full so he knows you're taken care of.

handmade couples’ bracelets himself.

pushes on 'pull' doors and pulls on 'push' doors, so you have to walk ahead of him or else you'll look goofy. don't even think about making him go between automatic doors, he'll somehow break the sensor.

hugging his neck and resting on his wide shoulders.

car playlists that you both yell at the top of your lungs when going somewhere.

falls asleep against you once a day.

study dates where he helps you go over things for school. turns your notes into games so you learn them easier. you get rewarded for correct answers with kisses.

holding hands while jumping into a pool together. loves to lay on floats with you on top of him until he decides to throw you off into the water. splashes you the second you get around him to begin a war that doesn’t end unless one of you calls a truce.

sleeps on his back with you curled up against him.

holds you by your hips all the time.

Hanse:

the 'he'll never show interest in me.' until one day, in the spur of the moment, he spills out everything. about how he has had a crush on you since you met, how fast his heart races when you look at him, all of the times he's wanted to tell you.

you have to kiss him just to shut him up. which sticks because he rambles to you A Lot and kisses are the only way to help him shut off his brain.

he secretly overthinks everything, but will never let it be known.

you're his notepad so he doesn't have to hold it all in, and he can't go a day without expressing how grateful he is to have you.

late nights laying in each other's arms just talking about life and the world and memories.

studio dates where you randomly show up at like 1 a.m. with coffee and sweets to keep him energized. sometimes he pretends like he’s not going to open the door for you unless you beg him with a pout.

loves to take selfies with you. takes pictures of you when you aren’t looking, and you can’t be angry because you do the same to him.

skin care nights where you just pamper one another.

loves back hugs. and front hugs. he hugs you constantly.

pda is huge with him. he doesn’t care who’s looking, if he wants to hold your hand or kiss you, he will.

tattoo dates where you get to hold his hand and watch him get new ink.

extravagant halloween costumes. like he goes ham on your matching costumes. both of you always win competitions for the best dressed.

mirror pics with you doing random stuff in the back because he gave you zero warning.

movie dates. he purposely puts his hand in the popcorn bowl at the same time you do just so he can make you blush.

loves to cook for you. you don’t even have to ask, he’ll just have a full plate of food waiting for you when you get in. yes, sometimes it’s take out he pretended to cook, but you still love him.

sharing/matching accessories. definitely a lover of couple rings, and you’ll have a few instead of just one pair. he loves variety.

loves to be the little spoon. loves to be called baby. loves praise. loves when you play with his hair. loves when you boop his nose. hanse is that soft baby boyfriend.

steals your clothes more than you steal his.

if you make him laugh hard enough, his cheeks will turn pink and he’ll get flustered and try to hide his face against you.

cool and intimidating to everyone, but your soft boyfriend the second you put his hand in yours.

Byungchan:

'we met on accident' is what he tells everyone, but he actually got on his knees and asked you out thinking you'd never give him the time of day if he didn't do something extravagant.

stares at you when you steal his sweatshirts wondering when he’ll get it back (he won’t).

if you sleep over at his place, just know you’re sleeping more with the layer of blankets and pillows he has on his bed than him. but he will kick them off into the floor when he wants to hold on to you.

you’re convinced he can spawn coffee when you ask for some because he always returns home with them minutes after he leaves.

ice cream dates! or any food specific dates.

tall bf that reaches for things on the top shelf for you.

during his rough days he will cuddle up to you on the couch without saying a word. gently placing his head on your shoulder as he sits beside you, lacing your fingers together. eventually opens up about what’s bothering him, but just wants to be near you at first.

puppy eyes that can convince you to do anything for him. if that's not enough, he'll just kiss you until you comply.

reads books to you when you can’t sleep.

forehead kisses.

adrenaline dates like skydiving, cliff jumping, anything that gives him an excuse to hold on to you while you scream his name.

over-sized coats that he pulls over your shoulders when you feel chilly.

rests his chin on your head all the time just because he can.

aesthetic photo-shoots in random places while you make each other laugh so hard that every photo comes out blurry.

lays on top of you while sleeping. quite literally squashes you. you’re basically his own, personal teddy bear.

the one you scream for when a bug is around. he’ll lift you up onto tall furniture while he picks it up and takes it outside.

high-pitched whiny voice when he’s frustrated so you know that something is bothering him every time. he’s convinced you’re psychic because he doesn’t know that his voice does that subconsciously.

late nights staying up to watch old sitcoms while his head lays in your lap.

stealing his beanies.

if you get into bed with him, you won’t be able to get out.

Subin:

'best friends to lovers' !!!

before he knew he was in love with you, he would just find ways to spend time with you. long nights studying together. sleepovers consisting of movies and video games. sharing food and drinks without thinking twice about it.

his usually soft and calm demeanor immediately went away the second he realized he had feelings for you.

his scent is your favorite thing in the world.

cuddles up against you while sleeping. like his face in your neck, cuddling.

intense eyes always watching you until you finally meet his gaze, then he softens up.

he cannot sleep unless you are beside him. even calling and talking doesn't help, he needs you next to him.

couch potatoes.

rarely goes out for dinner dates, prefers to just order in and stay in comfortable clothing. which also benefits his cuddle time afterward.

matching pajama sets with slippers

chases you trying to get a hug

he's very stubborn if you ask him to do something. you'll have to play the 'no, you.' game for a while before he huffs and gets up to do it.

sundays are cuddle in bed days, he insists.

very competitive towards you while playing video games, kisses you when you lose but won't even look at you when you win.

his soft, pouty lips.

never lets go of your hand. you could be in the middle of something important and he'll still lace his fingers with yours.

sliding his glasses off his face when he falls asleep with them on.

middle of the night wake-ups were he just wants to hold and kiss you while lightly rocking you in his arms until you fall back asleep.

making him his favorite treats when he’s been working a lot so he knows you’re proud of him.

if he starts kissing your neck, it’s game time.

#victon #victon headcanon #victon scenarios #victon imagines #seungsik #seungwoo #heochan #sejun #byungchan #subin #kang seungsik #han seungwoo #hanse #do hanse #im sejun #lim sejun #choi byungchan #jung subin #victon.headcanon

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blackandblueandstars · 5 years ago

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An Unlikely Arrangement Pt4

Pt1 Pt2 Pt3

TRIGGER WARNING: Discusses non-consensual relations

The days blurred together, a redundancy of work and that stupid penthouse. Amy got a sense for what the vampire expected of her as an assistant. At Ahmanet Financial, Kamilah was cool, collected, habitual. She was precise in what she wanted, and though demanding it was consistent. In the penthouse, she couldn't be further opposite. Some days she was cold and withdrawn, others angry and short, and others still open...almost warm.

Amy was going crazy. She resisted Kamilah's authority, tired of being pent up in the apartment like an animal in a pen. She valued her independence too much, found too much anxiety in walls around her.

She tried writing in the journal, recording her feelings, her dreams, illustrating the strange images that came to her. It helped, but only a little. The only true solace she found, somehow, was in the gorgeous piano that sat in Kamilah's living room. Whenever Kamilah sent her home early or had to go out, she sunk into the stool and played. Her fingers sped across the keys like her life depended on it -- it was the only way she knew. The music was sad, deep, each chord vibrating through her very soul. She went somewhere else when she played, lost herself deep in the vibrato of a time long ago, a time she tried to forget.

So when Kamilah came home early one day, Amy didn't hear her or see her. She wasn't there with her, not really. Kamilah closed the door quietly, drawn to the throng of anguish sounding through the house. She took a few steps to see Amy, her body moving as one with every note, tears dropping onto the ivory keys. She stood silently, even if she'd wanted to speak, she couldn't find the words.

Every note rang through her, speaking to a part of herself she had long since abandoned. The part of herself that was open and raw, the part that hurt and had been hurt, the part that felt pain and regret and anguish, and also love, and bliss and excitement. Kamilah was moved, in that moment. She was moved so deeply that it changed her, broke the concrete walls she'd built so tall like a dam overflowing and running rampant. She sat down behind Amy, tears running down her cheeks, and it was all she could do not to collapse in sobs.

Amy moved gracefully, passionately. Her body wracked with tears and her fingers speeding onward, begging to be heard, the intensity of the music manifested in her body, her movements.

Kamilah listened, slowly drying the tears from her face. She cleared her throat, thick with emotion. Amy stopped suddenly, jolted black to reality, to Kamilah sitting there watching her. She blinked a few times, standing.

"Oh," said Kamilah. "Please, don't stop because of me."

But Amy was already walking away, headed to her room. "Sorry," she muttered as she left the room.

Kamilah sighed, looking down at her hands. They hadn't changed. They were still the same hands that worshipped him, all those years ago. The same hands he'd pin over her head. The same hands that ran over his body, desperate to believe that his love was real. She closed her eyes as the painful memories returned to her. His eyes, pinning her in place, basking in her submission. His tongue, that golden tongue. The promises it made, the things it did, the venom it spat. His hands, both worshipping her and proselytizing her. Gods, was she weak.

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Amy leaned against the door, collapsing as soon as she'd got it shut. The last thing she'd wanted was for the vampire to hear her. She was raw and exposed and vulnerable, all things she'd vowed never to be in front of Kamilah, the ice queen. Face in her hands, her body trembled.

She could still smell him, even after all these years. Everytime she played he was there. His cologne burned her nose, she could feel him hot against her back. "Good girl," he breathed, sending wisps down her neck. His hands on hers, guiding her across the ivory keys. They were nowhere near as elegant as Kamilah's, but they felt the same: cool, smooth, unyielding. He breathed the tempo of the song, and as she learned to play that was her control. Faster, slower, she held him in her hands.

Her vision darkened, leaving him behind. She was in another's dream. It was dark, and the man from her dreams sat amidst it. She'd learned that he thrived in the darkness. The woman was there too. She called out to her, as she had many times before. It never worked, she never heard her.

"Go," the man said with a flick of his finger. "End them." The woman stood, trudging towards a group of children. They cried as she stalked towards them, begging for their parents. She moved stiffly, almost robotically. It was unlike the movements Amy had come to know, the fluid grace the woman held. She grabbed one of the children, sinking her teeth into his neck, blood running as she drained him.

"No!" shouted Amy. The woman turned, dropping the child's body. Amy swore she'd heard her, was looking right at her. "Stop!" she shouted again, voice breaking. The faceless woman took a step towards her.

"Amy!" Kamilah's voice drew her attention, her face before her, soft brown eyes staring, concerned. "Are you okay?"

Amy blinked, looking around. She laid on the floor, Kamilah overtop her and the door splintered around the lock.

"Fine," she said, backing out of Kamilah's hands. Kamilah pulled back, suddenly aware of how close she was.

"You screamed," Kamilah began, looking at the door. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"Some good the lock did me," Amy said moving to the bed.

"Sorry," Kamilah said sheepishly. "I'll have it repaired."

Amy shrugged. "Doesn't really matter if you can just break the door down."

Kamilah frowned, moving towards Amy with a fluid grace.

"Amy," she said slowly. "I'd never hurt you."

Amy looked at her eyes, she looked sincere. But Amy could feel the power radiating from her, and there was something scratching at the edge of her mind. Something familiar, and it told her not to trust this vampire.

"Okay," she said.

Kamilah could tell she wasn't convinced. It hurt her, that the girl believed she could bring her harm. But she couldn't blame her. She wouldn't trust herself either.

"Well," said Kamilah, back to her cold self. "You seem to be fine. I need you to accompany me to a gala tomorrow, so you should get some rest."

"A gala?" asked Amy, surprised. "I don't know that--"

"Yes," Kamilah interrupted. "As my assistant I need you there. Check with wardrobe if you don't have anything to wear."

She turned, closing the door despite the gaping hole. Amy couldn't help but smile at that, shaking her head.

She pulled up the sheets, not looking forward to tomorrow.

Part 5

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asherranceoftheheart · 6 years ago

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I Trust You - JSE Drabble

Summary: Marvin knew that his little brother had been overdoing it lately again. It didn't help that he was probably having nightmares because of his stress and their unique circumstances. Hopefully, Chase would trust him just enough to let him help him. Warnings: Fluff, Platonic Cuddling, Family Masterpost of my Stories AO3 edition of the Post

Tag List: @the-rampaige @iris-the-asparagus @sqxxddygremlin @awkward-bullshit @jaysflight @assbutt-of-the-readers @egopocalypse Author’s Note: U want sum fluff fuckers

His little brother hasn’t been sleeping again.

Marvin, perched on the top of a bookshelf in the living room while in his cat form, watched Chase exit out of the kitchen with a cup of piping hot tea clutched tightly in his hands at three in the morning. He sat down on the couch and did nothing else but stare at the blank wall nearby with an empty gaze.

The cat studied Chase’s aged features, skin pale from the lack of sunlight, eyes red rimmed from crying and accented by the thick black bags underneath them, a seemingly permanent furrow on his forehead, the unkempt beard he had no energy to groom unless he was going to record a video for the channel, the hair that was growing longer with each passing day since he had no energy to go to the nearby barbers for a trim, and most importantly, the lack of light and emotion in his blue eyes making it look empty and dead. It all added up to aging the man decades beyond his true age which further increased the worry of the other egos as they watch Chase become more and more of a shadow of his old self.

When was the last time they had seen Chase smile and laugh so carefreely and sincerely rather than plastering a fake one on his face every day just to avoid worrying them? Marvin searched his mind for that memory and then remembered that the last time he had seen Chase laugh and smile from the bottom of his heart was when Stacy allowed the kids to visit him and she even mustered up enough strength to look him in the eyes for a few seconds without fear and hatred burning in her eyes.

That… had been a month ago?

‘You’re going to burn yourself out again, Chase…’ Marvin thought, his fluffy ears drooping down dejectedly.

He kept his bright blue cat eyes trained on Chase’s back intently. There was a few minutes of tense silence before Chase signed and placed the untouched cooling cup of tea on the table in front of him and twisted his neck just enough so that his eyes would meet Marvin’s unblinking ones.

“I can feel you nagging.” Chase scowled but there was no heat behind it. “Stop it.”

Marvin blinked and tilted his head to the side before murring and jumping down his throne, landing gracefully on the floor with barely a sound. He approached Chase and entwined his feline body around the man’s legs with small mews before jumping up on Chase’s lap and perching his forelegs against the man’s chest. He rubbed the top of his head under the bottom of Chase’s chin, purring up a storm that relaxed some of the tension from Chase’s body.

Chase gave out another sigh but this time it was tinged with fondness. He reached up to scratch the cat behind his ears just like the way he liked it. The man chuckled when Marvin practically turned into goo in his lap.

Marvin gave him a scolding yowl and then bapped his nose, Chase nearly turning cross-eyed as he stared at the paw that was still tapping his nose. The cat gave another attention catching growl and Chase gave him a wry smile.

“I know, I know…” Chase murmured, sliding the paw away from his face before pressing a kiss on the top of the feline’s marked forehead, quirking up the corners of his lips at the tiny mew his action warranted. “But someone has to hold the fort while you guys are trying to find a way to get rid of the glitch bitch and wake Jack up at the same time.”

Marvin gave him a tiny kitty kiss on the bottom of his chin before jumping off his lap and to the empty side of the couch. The cat started glowing so brightly Chase covered his eyes with his arms. When he removed them after a few seconds, he saw Marvin remove his cat mask and place it on the table beside the cup of tea and looked up to reveal his scarred face and his intense sapphire colored eyes.

“You haven’t been sleeping again.” Marvin narrowed his eyes accusingly especially when Chase avoided his gaze. “Has He been plaguing your dreams again?”

The magician clenched his hands which gave off a subtle green glow in response to his protective anger at the prospect that the glitch was tormenting Chase again. While the demon’s practically obsessive attention over Chase was a blessing since it turned his attentions away from them, allowing the other Septics to search for a solution to his existence, it horrified them seeing the results of the demon’s torment on their brother who always seemed to think that just because he didn’t have any notable powers like the others, he would be the perfect irreplaceable bait.

It didn’t help that the demon became increasingly eager in its attempts to capture him as Chase’s influence over the channel and his popularity with the community increased.

“No! No,” Chase grabbed his hands frantically. He didn’t want the magician to go on a hunting spree for Anti tonight or rather today. While Marvin was strong, he and Anti didn’t know the meaning of self-control and often ends up injuring each other gravely. Good riddance to Anti getting hurt but he didn’t like seeing his older brother in pain. “It’s just the regular stress and depression insomnia and nightmares. Sure he might play as a character in some of them but it’s not really Him.”

Nonetheless, the scowl remained in Marvin’s lips. The magician glared over the shoulder of his little brother, eyes giving off an eerie glow due to his anger before he forced himself to calm down since Chase was looking at him with concern and weariness in his face.

He suddenly pulled Chase into a big hug, burying his nose into Chase’s growing hair. He felt the younger ego clutch at him, slightly shaking as he finally allowed himself to break down. Marvin rocked the two of them as he allowed Chase to shatter in his arms.

The magician ran his fingers through Chase’s long hair, rubbing here and there to release some of the tension in the father’s head before dropping it to the back of his neck in a comforting grip. Chase laid his cheek against Marvin’s shoulder and relaxed.

The two of them spent some reasonable time in companionable silence before Marvin broke it with an idea that had been lurking in his mind.

“Chase… You still can’t sleep right?” Marvin whispered, he didn’t want to disturb the peace that they were in. Chase answered in a positive hum but said nothing else. “Would you mind if you let me hypnotize you into sleeping without any bad dreams?”

The question made the form in his arms go rigid. The concept of letting anyone into their heads was a rather sore subject for any of the Septics. It meant giving away control and the possibility of being manipulated. Anti being able to take anybody’s form and even act rather exactly like them did terrible things to their trust issues until the Septics finally had a few interventions to clear the air between them.

Their bonds with each other has grown tighter over the months since their creation especially when they all had to face the concept of Anti once or twice. Recently, the one hit the worst with these issues was Chase with how he was currently maintaining the battlefield with Anti.

That’s why Marvin didn’t push him. It was just a suggestion. In fact, he even doubted that the other would take it—

“I trust you.” Chase quietly murmured before pushing away from the hug and looking him in the eyes. Those earnest baby blues melting away some of the ice in Marvin’s heart. “I know you won’t hurt me so… Go ahead. Maybe I’ll get some nice rest this time, huh?”

Marvin placed both hands on Chase’s shoulders and gazed deep into his eyes, checking if there’s any doubt or reluctance to do this. But all he saw was the desperation to rest, the deep-seated weariness from life, and the absolute trust in him that warmed Marvin’s heart.

He knew that he wasn’t the most positive like Jackie or innocent like Jamie. His morality was a bit dubious and inches more on the gray-side of morality. To see the complete trust his younger brother held in him when even sometimes he could see the doubt in Jackie or Henrik’s eyes…

“Alright… Time to relax,” Marvin whispered, allowing his words to carry itself into Chase’s ears, his influence slithering into his mind and easing away the tension and unease in his heart.

Chase sighed, melting into his arms. His eyes drooped down and they gazed almost emptily into Marvin’s eyes. Marvin brushed Chase’s cheek and wrapped his arms around the younger ego’s waist.

“You’re safe, Chase.” Marvin murmured, allowing his magic to exert more influence over Chase’s trusting mind and untangling the ‘knots’ that was making it hard for the other to sleep. “We’re all safe. You can rest now.”

At the word rest, Chase’s eyes slipped close and he slumped against Marvin, completely dead to the world. Marvin caught his weight and then carefully maneuvered Chase into his arms in a bridal carry. He stood up and then started walking them up over to Chase’s room so that he can tuck the other in.

He walked upstairs and into the room at the end of the second floor. He hip bumped the door open and sighed in fond exasperation at the slightly messy state of his younger brother’s room.

He could see some papers with doodles and notes on possible future video scripts and the some community interaction ideas such as reddit, memes, and even green screen edits. At the desk, he saw their pictures and Chase’s kids’ hand-drawn pictures being proudly displayed on the wall while his laptop remained in sleeping mode. There was also an open can of Coca-cola near the computer which made Marvin’s lips quirk up in amusement as he remembered the constant jokes of Coke sponsoring the channel that Chase kept on beating to the ground.

Marvin carried Chase into the only bed in the room and used his magic to flip the covers back. He carefully placed the sleeping man on top of the bed and was about to straighten up when he realized that Chase’s hands were tightly clutching the front of his shirt. When he attempted to pry it away, his movements stopped when Chase let out a tiny whimper. The magician looked down at the youtuber with a wry smile.

“Well… I guess I’m sleeping in the bed with you.” Marvin sighed, but his heart fluttered at the show of trust.

He slipped into the bed with Chase and pulled up the covers over their bodies. He pressed his forehead on the crown of Chase’s head and then closed his eyes. He allowed the weariness in his body and Chase’s heartbeat to slowly lull him into a dreamless sleep.

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slut4supersoldiers · 6 years ago

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Someday. Maybe. Chapter 7

Summary: Throw together a boy and a girl and another boy and 5 middle-schoolers, two adults, a little girl with telekinetic powers, and a monster from another dimension and you’ll get the perfectly strange story.

(AKA: I suck at writing summaries.)

Pairing: Steve Harrington X OC (fem reader) X Billy Hargrove

Words: 1K. This is sort of a filler but the last two chapters (9th most likely being the last will be bigger)

Warning: Angst-ish, Strong language, fight, bullying.

I do not own Strangers Things nor the GIF.

PART I

PART II

PART III

PART IV

PART V

PART VI

MASTERLIST

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Next morning I rolled out of my bed and after doing my entire routine I headed downstairs like I did every day. I was not surprised when I noticed Flo’s absence. Since the mysterious decaying of pumpkin fields struck the small town of Hawkins Hopper was constantly busy and consequently Flo had to take care of the police station along with few officers.

Hawkins was getting colder as we neared the end of the year. I quickly grabbed my car keys and jacket from the coat hanger and headed out. But before I could rush into the warmth of my car I suddenly halted. Jacket. Billy’s jacket. I was so busy pushing the painful exchange with Steve at the back of mind that I forgot about Billy and last night.

A smile crept on my face as I marched upstairs to my room and picked up Billy’s jacket that I had laid on my dressing table. I ran my hands over the fabric of the jacket my smile only widening as I thought of Billy.

I admit that when Billy walked in the school with his head held high and chest puffed out I wanted nothing to do with him. Was he attractive? Yes. But he was also the classic example for the sexy but trouble stereotype and that clearly was something I always tried to (operative word: tried) steer away from. But since my last night Billy Hargrove, my opinions about him changed slightly. I had no intention of throwing myself in the arms of the blonde haired, heart-throb but I couldn’t deny that he was the only sense of comfort I had felt in a while and I wanted more of that.

Shaking my head at my thoughts I rushed downstairs straight to my car. I drove to the Henderson household only to find Dustin impatiently waiting outside his house. On seeing my car he ran over and sat in the passenger’s seat.

“Hi Dusty. How was Halloween?” I asked him. My voice coming out chirpier than I had anticipated.

“It was so cool and I took all of Lucas’ nougat bars. I also hung out with this new girl Max. Best night of my life (Y/n).” He flailed his hands as he excitedly talked about his night

“Nougat? How do you like that?” I scrunched my nose as I briefly glanced at Dustin.

“Okay (y/n) first off all Nougat is what heaven must taste like and secondly is that all you got from what I said. Did you not hear about me hanging out with a girl?” I could practically hear the disbelief roll off his tongue.

“Sorry Dusty. Who is this lovely lady?” I inquired.

“She is new in town her name is Maxine but she prefers Max. She plays video games and she has fiery red hair and sh- Hey wait whose jacket is that?” Dustin reached out to grab the jacket that laid across my lap.

“Nobody’s” I bit my lip as I tried hard not to smile. Damn me and my teenage hormones making me all giddy.

“Oh look you’re blushing. You’re red. Is it your boyfriend’s? Wait is it Steve Harrington? He is Nancy’s boyfriend, right? Honestly I never liked them together especially after I found out you like him. I mea-”

“Hold up Henderson! Firstly I don’t have a boyfriend and how did you find out I like Steve?” I ran a frustrated hand through my hair.

“Well I might have accidentally read your diary. But I thought you liked him I didn’t know you still do. Do you?” I could see Dustin shifting in his seat.

“I don’t know.” I grabbed onto the steering wheel tightly as all the happy thoughts slipped away from mind and were suddenly replaced by the haunting memory of mine and Steve’s conversation from yesterday. “But it doesn’t matter. He doesn’t care about me. Don’t think he ever did.” I heaved out a sigh as Dustin sat back quietly. I mentally thanked God for the silence.

After driving in the comfortable but slightly awkward silence I dropped Dustin off and headed towards the parking lot of Hawkins High. Like always I drew in a deep breath and got out of my car. Before I could delve on the thoughts of Steve Harrington I saw the one person I had been wanting to see since the morning. Billy Hargrove. He was at his usual spot; perched on the hood of his car blowing out cigarette smoke.

From Billy’s behaviour towards me around his friends compared to his behaviour in their absence I had concluded that he did not want to be seen with me when they were near. So I was not surprised when he nodded in my direction, seeing as he was alone that moment. Maybe I should’ve walked away and ignored him because I would only end up getting my heart and hopes crushed, the more I got attached. But I didn’t turn around because 1. I had his jacket and 2. My rational-self had bid me adieu a long time ago. So I smiled and walked towards him.

As I raised my hand to give him his jacket, Billy grabbed my wrist. “Are you okay?” He asked while crushing the cigarette under his boot and putting it out.

I looked at him; confused. He shook his head and looked back at me.

“I heard what happened between you and Harrington, never got the chance to ask yesterday.” He narrowed his eyes at me as if trying to gauge my reaction.

I smiled at him and before I could continue Carol’s shrill voice fell on my ears and just like that Billy dropped my hand. His concerned expression was suddenly replaced with a more stoic expression.

“Ms.Freak-enstein is now stealing things.” Tommy chuckled as he pointed to Billy’s jacket in my hand.

“Aw (y/n) I knew you doodled Mrs. Hargrove on the back of your books but this is crazy. I’d say you beat Byers in the obsessed stalker department.” Tommy doubled back in laughter as Carol pouted feigning pity.

“Carol, shut the fuck up.” Billy half-heartedly mumbled. I was used to Carol and Tommy but Billy’s nonchalant attitude and lack of interest to stand up for me, hurt. But it looked like Carol didn’t register his voice.

If I was frustrated before I was murderous the moment Carol opened her mouth again. “Didn’t mommy tell you not to steal?”

My anger got the best of me, the sudden surge of emotions dictated my actions and before Carol could say anything else I slapped. The imprint of my hand was now visible on her pale cheek The next thing I know Tommy was holding a shrieking Carol back while Billy’s arms were wrapped around my waist, stopping me from causing anymore trouble; ironic.

With the anger pulsing through my veins I jabbed at his ribs with my elbow to free myself. With one last glare I threw his jacket to the ground and shoved past him to my car. The sudden wave of emotions that took over me was creating a havoc in my head. I was tired of constantly getting hurt and being made a fool out of simply for trusting someone or giving them a chance. So for the sake of my sanity I decided to skip school.

The moment I sat in the car I let the tears flow. I could still feel some stares linger on my hunched figure. Sparing myself any further embarrassment I drove away.

After driving around without a destination I decided to head over to the police station. Maybe engaging myself in some other work would help me take my mind off things. I finally arrived outside the station. Making sure I looked presentable I walked towards the station. Too busy thinking about the lies I’d tell Flo to keep her from worrying about me I accidentally bumped into someone. Before I could fall back from the force two hands reached out to hold me.

“Sorry. It was my fault.” I refused to look at the person before me. I had faced enough embarrassment already.

“It’s okay kid. Something on your mind?” As soon as the familiar voice fell on my ears I looked up. A very concerned Hopper was looking down at me with furrowed brows.

“Yeah. All good.” I gave him a half-hearted smile and tucked the rogue hair strand on my forehead behind my ear.

“You don’t look okay. (Y/n) have you been crying?” He drew his hands back and narrowed his eyes.

Averting my eyes from his scrutinizing gaze I shook my head, “No. Like I said I am fine.”

“Okay but if somebody is giving you trouble let me know, yeah?” He ruffled my hair a little making a small smile appear on my face.

“Yes chief.” I saluted him as I finally gave him a proper smile. He nodded.

Hopper finally got into his car and drove away. And I finally made my way into the police station.

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mysweetkittae · 6 years ago

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BTS LOVE YOURSELF TOUR: LONDON DAY 2 (10/10/18)

I recorded most of the concert so to see the videos please check my pinned thread on twitter (@bunkook20)

Let me just say right from the start that the UK LOVED Jin, and when I say that they loved him I mean that every SINGLE time he appeared on screen, whether in the MVs, the videos in between or just Jin himself, everyone LOST IT and screamed their lungs out to the high heavens. It was amazing.

I was in lower tier seating so I can’t say for sure since I wasn’t in standing myself, but every time I looked over everyone was being really respectful and no one was pushing (at least on my side) which made me really happy!

Also! All of the security and staff at the arena that I came across were really lovely too!

Maybe around 5 minutes before the concert was supposed to start an annoucement came from the translator that Jungkook wouldn’t be performing again because of his injury. He was apologising loads on their behalf but we were all like IT’S OKAY DON’T WORRY WE LOVE YOU!

A quick note on Jungkook: you could tell he wasn’t feeling well throughout the concert. He was very playful of course and was smiling and singing beautifully as always, but at times you could tell from his face that he was frustrated/upset at the situation which broke my heart because it’s not his fault :( He was also limping a bit when he walked, which shocked me because at that point we didn’t know that he had stitches on his heel and it made me really sad because I love him so much and the last thing I want is for him to be hurt and feel guilty about it :(( But, there was pretty much always a member with him and playing with him so thankfully baby bun was never too lonely! He definitely smiled the most and looked happiest when they were around him T-T

They went back to playing MVs after that, and played DNA, Mic Drop, and Fake Love. I think the concert started abut 10 mins late?

THEN, my friends, the concert began with the beginning video and it was so pretty and magical.

Idol started playing next and I swear, as soon as the doors opened and they walked out I felt my body ascend to another plane and enter a state of pure bliss. For all these years I had only seen them through a screen, but now I was breathing the same air as them and looking at them with my own two eyes? Unfathomable. Also I could feel the heat of the fire from where I was sitting so I can’t even imagine how hot it must have been for them :/

Next was their opening ment and it was so surreal to hear them speaking and akdjakjfafa idk it was weird to expereince that but they sound so beautiful ;-; I kept saying hi back to them like the idiot I am lmao I couldn’t help it they were so adorable T-T Namjoon mentioned Jungkook’s injury and made sure to remind people to be mindful of their neighbours because he is the king of safety and we Respect that in this household.

They performed a bit of Save Me and all of I’m Fine but because I’m an absolute buffoon I forgot to press record so I’m really annoyed because I really love that song :( BUT at least I watched with my eyes and so I have the memory of it :’) It was an amazing performance and I loved it so much :(

They had their second ment here and then performed Magic Shop (one of my faves) which is just pure evil because how can they hit us with the feels so early on and expect us to be okay?? I was not fine. But it was so beautiful with all the purple lights and everyone singing together and it made me feel all warm and so happy :( You could really feel the love in the air

Just Dance was here but because I continued to be stupid I frickin forgot to press record again!!!! I’m super angry at myself. Hoseok though, his charisma and the way he entrances the crowd is insane! And his dancing!! omfg he is honest to god one of the best dancers I have seen in my entire life. He’s so mesmerising and you couldn’t take your eyes off him for even a second.

After this was Euphoria, which is one of my favourite songs ever because it makes me so happy and like everything is going to be okay. Jungkook has the most beautiful, soothing voice and I just can’t describe how hearing him made me feel. It made me feel like I was safe. He kept looking at the crowd with so much adoration and the most beautiful of smiles and he was listening to us singing along and it made me so happy because he looked so happy :(

I Need U was straight after and this made me !!! because this was the song that changed my life and made me an army so hearing it live made me totes emosh :(

Run was pretty hype and Joonie got us all jumping so it was really fun!

Serendipity!! Jimin has so much stage presence it’s crazy, it was truly a magical performance and it felt like we were all in a trance. He also kept putting his hand up his shirt to make it do the flappy doodle thing which was the epitome of rudeness :)) He is a beautiful dancer and you’d be a fool to deny it.

Love started and it was so much fun! He really knows how to work a crowd, everyone was singing and it was like we were all performing together aajfakfak I loved it. I also really liked Joonie’s jacket. idk if it’s clear in the video but at the end when the members were joining him on stage Jungkook was walking really slowly and that’s when I first saw that he was limping :(

DNA was amazing but all I could focus on was how sparkly Jimin was. I loved it. I love sparkly things. I’m like a magpie... or a niffler. ANyway, baby bun did as much of the choreo as he could in his chair and the members kept looking at him when they were singing at it was so cute huhu they love him so much he’s their precious baby.

They had another quick ment here before the medley of Dope, Go Go, Blood Sweat Tears, Boy In Luv and Fire. Jin and Jimin were playing with Jungkook so much it was the cutest thing and Jungkook had the biggest smile TT-TT

Airplane Pt2 was super fun but also kinda sensual and idk how to explain the feeling but it’s like there was something radiating from my chest throughout my body and I Felt It(TM) in my soul okay?

FAKE LOVE!!! tbh I had forgotten that they might perform this lmao so it was a super pleasant surprise! I really love this song and the energy from them and the crowd was amazing. The video didn’t pick it up very well smh but the fanchants were so good! Especially for the WHY YOU SAD? IDK NAN MOLLA lmao it was like we were a cult summoning the devil it was Great. Also! At the end when jinkook are supposed to do their arm thing together Jungkook did it from his chair with Jin in the actual formation so they did it together but from a distance :(

Seesaw omfg I love this song so much and I was looking forward to it so much and it did not disappoint. It’s such a good song and such a good performance and he has such a pretty voice and I really really liked it ;-; Everyone went wild for when he slid down the bench it was so cool omg. The fanchants during the bit at the end could’ve been better but it definitely wasn’t bad and people were screaming loads! I would’ve done the fanchants better myself but my voice was hoarse from my cold before the concert even started and progressively got worse as it went on since I was screaming so much that by this point I was struggling to breathe and trying my best not to choke to death in the midde of the performance and have it be caught on camera because y’know, Priorities.

SING.U.LA.RI.TY. Oh my goodness gracious me this performance was something else. The dance he does at the beginning with his hand was so sensual and mesmerising and I honestly couldn’t look away. It was so realistic as well, I obviously knew that there was no one there but it looked so real that if you told me that it was someone else’s hand I would’ve totally believed you. Also his hands are ridiculously beautiful. The first thing I noticed was how perfect Tae’s live was. Obviously they’re all amazing live and have been in all of the performances, as has Tae himself, but in this song it’s unlike anything I’ve heard before. It literally literally genuinely truly sounded EXACTLY like the studio version to an almost scary point. This man is an incredibe singer and if you can’t see or hear that god help your soul.

Oh god Epiphany. This was the performance I think everyone was looking forward to, and you can clearly hear it with how loud everyone was screaming. Jin looked absolutely ethereal with his parted hair and beautiful face and beautiful voice and beautiful jacket. His voice has so much emotion that just pierces through your heart. This man has a true gift that is impossible to deny. Every was singing “I’m the one I should love” together and whether that was something we believed in or not, in that moment we all truly loved ourselves, and there’s nothing more beautiful than that. Listening to Jin sing Epiphany surrounded by the most beautiful lights... I felt at peace. I felt safe.

If Epiphany wasn’t emotional enough they went straight into The Truth Untold and I do not lie when I say that the emotions were tangible. Every single one of them looked angelic in their gorgeous outfits and their voices were like honey and I felt so light but my heart felt heavy at the same time? It was a very bizarre feeling. Everyone was singing along and it really was so beautiful. Jungkook’s adlibs at the end and Jimin’s change of the high note were incredible and if I didn’t have such a stone cold heart then I’m sure I would’ve cried like I thought I would.

Listen. I had seen so many fancams so I KNEW that Outro Tear came immediately after The Truth Untold, but nothing could’ve prepared me for how insane that performance was. Not only for the whiplash it gave me since the previous 2 performances were so emotional, but the 3 of them are such phenomenal rappers and have so much control and power over the stage and audience that it’s almost terrifying. You couldn’t keep your eyes off them even if you tried. They each have their unique styles but the way they come together so perfectly and beautifully is unbelievable. I have no idea how they manage to show such individualty yet perfect synchronicity at the same time, but they do and it truly is a sight to see. They are a force to be reckoned with and I know for a fact that down the line they are going to have such important roles in shaping the music industry. Don’t ever doubt their abilities, not even for a second.

Next was Mic Drop, which Namjoon announced was the last song and I was like??? How??? It honestly only felt like it had been about half an hour but it had been 2 hours. Jungkook didn’t come out for this performance, not even sitting on a chair, so the whole time in the back of my mind I was really worried about him. This is only speculation of course so don’t take it as the truth or anything, but he really must not have been feeling well for him not to even be able to sit on a chair. Either he was in loads of pain or he fainted or something?? idk, I just hope it wasn’t too bad :( They just played the backing track for his parts with the members sometimes singing over it too. The performance itself was amazing though! They had so much energy and the dance break was the bomb dot com.

After this the main part of the concert had officially ended and the girls next to me were asking each other if it was over so I was like no no don’t worry there’s an encore they’re coming back! Don’t leave yet!

After some time it was ARMY TIME so everyone held up their banners and it was so nice! So What had started, which I was surprised about because I thought that they’d want us to hold the banners up during a slower, more emotional song but nope. So What was the hypest song out of the entire concert and everyone was jumping so much and it was just so so so much fun??

Jungkook was back for this performance but it was very obvious that he wasn’t doing well. He was singing fine and trying to be playful but you could see in his eyes and his face that he wasn’t okay, which is why I feel like he might have felt faint before or something, though I’m still just speculating so don’t hold it again me. Jin stayed by his side for basically the whole time and walked slowly with him down the ramp to the extended stage and!! You guys, when Jungkook did the shoot dance, although it was very slow he looked so so happy, it made my heart melt :( I’m glad he was able to do it because honestly that was one of the times he smiled the biggest :( Jin did it together with him and it was so sweet and I’m just so glad they all have each other to look out for them. Taejin had their Moment again it was fantastic. There was lots of cuteness throughout the whole thing and they looked like they were having so much fun! It made me very happy.

Anpanman was super fun and very enjoyable! It really is such a cute song uwu it made me smile a lot :’) Jungkook was looking at the audience a lot for this one and doing as much of the dance as possible in his chair what a cutie pie and Joonie and Jimin played with him too and he kept laughing uwu uwu this song was too much for me.

Then it was time for their ending ment. They started off with such a sweet event for us :( They made the army bombs turn rainbow coloured and took a picture with the arena in the background and it was so lovely :( Also lmao Hobi said it was photo time with an American accent, but Joon corrected him saying that is was “phoTo” with the enunciated ‘T’ sound like you say with an English accent if that makes sense?? It was really funny and after that Hobi kept saying photo with the harsh T and it was adorable. Joon then went on to say that Yoongles was going to do his ment first but he kept saying “sweetie sweetie sweetie suga” in an English accent again and alfjfkjfna I love him ma

Yoongs had his bling bling SUGA rings on and they were so sparkly! He was so smiley and just super cute. He repeatedly talked about how they were going to see us again soon so I’m certain that they’re coming back next year with either an epilogue tour or something so Wembley you better be prepared because next time we’re coming for you.

Hobster spoke in English and it was so good and it never fails to amaze me how hard he tries for all of his comments in all of the concerts. He was totes making fun of us though, when we said aww because he was sad it was the last concert day he said aww back and I felt the mockery but he’s so flippin adorable I don’t understand how can one human being possibly have so much power to make so many people happy it doesn’t make sense I don’t understand.

Tae. Eyebrows. Rude. He was being super cute talking about how he had seen London in movies (none that I knew of because he is evidently much more cultured than I am) and that he thought it was such a beautiful place and that armys were beautiful too (what a flirt). He then went on to saying some word but honest to god I hadn’t the faintest clue what he was saying and neither did my friend or anyone else around me and in the video you can hear a very faint “what?” because I was just so confused lmao. Apparently he said bloodclat? but I’m not from London so I have no idea what that means and I’m still no wiser. Twas a very confuzzling time.

Jin. Jinnie. Kim Seokjin. My man. My bro. Dude. Please stop looking so handsome, it hurts me. He was talking about how he looked like Kingsman and that next time he’ll dress up like Harry Potter. I’m holding that promise to you Jin, don’t let me down. At that point Namjoon said “shut up Malfoy” like he did in that one vlive last year(?) and it was so funny I couldn’t stop laughing why must they be so adorable??

Jimin was next and he kept saying that everything was lovely again and again and it was so sweet and oh my god he is literally the cutest thing ever I love him so much he is such a precious person please protect him 5eva. He also said that he wanted to come back so Jimbles! I’m holding that promise to you too don’t let me down.

Baby bun was next and he was apologising for not being able to show us more but we all just screamed NOOOOOOO really loudly because we love our precious baby in this household and he must never apologise for something that was out of his control :( Even though he was injured he still gave it his all and did his best and his health and happiness is more important than anything else!! We don’t need to see him perform, we just need him to be healthy.

Nimnams was next and my god he was so radiant. At first he tried doing an English accent but he quickly gave up on it lmao what a cutie pie I love him. He said that he fell in love with London and that it really inspired him and that he might write a song called London and we all just went !!! Because with Jungkook being injured in London it would’ve been understandable for them to associate the UK with negative feelings because that’s just how human brains work, but the fact that they seemed to have loved it so much and were inspired by it and want to write a song about it? It just made me feel so proud. I hope that when they come back they get the chance to travel around a bit because there is so much to see and it has such a different vibe to London and I’m sure they’d love it! He said how he was proud of himself for chosing this path in life and becoming a part of BTS and therefore being able to come to London :( This boy completely owns my heart and I would do anything for him :(

After this was the last song, Love Yourself Answer, but I didn’t have much space left on my phone so I couldn’t record it :( It was so lovely though and as one of my favourite songs it made my heart all wibbly wobbly :( Tae was on my side a lot and was beng super duper cute and it was the best. Jungkook’s seat was still in the middle so the members were playing with him lots and being all round cutie pies. Everyone was singing “you’ve shown me I have reasons I should love myself” and it was so beautiful to hear people saying that to themselves and actually believing it in that moment. This was another song that made my heart happy and made me feel very peaceful and like everything was okay in the world.

Then it was the ending and they were walking around the extended stage and waving to us all. Jimin kept saying that we were lovely and Tae said I purple you and urgh it was just so incredible and magical. They thanked their dancers and bowed with them and we all screamed for them too! There was loads of confetti and it was so so so beautiful.

It ended then, and I remember suddenly feeling so empty. The past 2 and a half hours had without a doubt been the best of my life and the fact that I has seen bts live with my own eyes and been in the same place as them was still hard to comprehend.

One thing I can say for sure though is that they truly love performing on stage. They must have been so exhausted with how crazy their schedules have been, but they were constantly smiling and had high energy and put on the best performance that they could. Never once did I feel like they were being forced to do something they didn’t want to do, not like I sometimes feel with some other singers. No words can fully express how genuinely happy they looked to be on stage, and that in itself makes me so happy. Knowing that they are doing something that they love so much and are so passionate about is incredible and I hope that they are able to do the things they want to do for a long time. Anyone watching them can feel the amount of love they have for the stage, each other, and us.

And that’s the thing - people can try and dissect them and figure out what the ‘bts formula’ is as much as they want, but they will never find the answer; because you cannot formulate love, and you cannot formulate authenticity. Every moment since the creation of the universe led them to where they are today. It led them to each other, the most beautiful of soulmates, and it led us to them, our guardian angels who came into our lives when we needed them the most. Everything that has happened in our lives, both the good and the bad, led us to the moment where we discovered bangtan, and something in us told us that this was where we belonged. We all come from so many different walks of life, so many different journeys and destinations, yet here we all are, coming together because of these 7 beautiful boys with even more beautiful hearts, and intertwining our lives with one another. Despite all odds, we survived, and we’re living this life together; and that is nothing short of a miracle.

#i have so many feels #this literally took me hours to do please appreciate it #and the twitter thread took a couple of days because twitter is terrible at processing videos #bts #love yourself tour #bts in london #my stuff

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gamora--of--the--galaxy · 6 years ago

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Dear Gamora, How are you doing? Are you still alive? If you are, please do reply. Even a brief hello would do. I’m very worried. Well-- I’ve been very worried ever since you left but I’m especially worried today. Furthermore, if you are caught up in any kind of trouble, I’d ask you to transmit your direct coordinates so that I may send a Black Order squadron to your aid. All this aside, I hope you’re having a wonderful weekend. Your loving father, Thanos.

Gamora sucked in a deep breath and powered down the Milano’s glowing screen.

Your loving father: of all the ways to end his letter, that’s what Thanos had said. She couldn’t understand after all the things that he had done– taking her from her real family, keeping her locked away from the world on his flagship, turning his own supposed daughter into a weapon of destruction– how Thanos could still say that he loved her.

It defied all logic, all sense in the galaxy– but then again, so did he.

Perhaps you would need a Mad Titan to think himself a Dad Titan.

The warrioress heaved a sigh and pulled herself to her feet. She was so sick of trying to understand her adopted father. It led her into corners of her mind so dark that it would be easy to lose her way and never come out.

She needed to clear her head.

No–she needed to punch something.

The Milano’s training room, Gamora had always thought, looked more like a jungle gym than a workout area. Piles of strange looking fitness machinery that Quill swore were actually useful, a scattering of Drax’s old daggers and what Gamora hoped wasn’t a live grenade took up the majority of the room but still the assassin had managed to carve out a bit of space for herself

Perhaps because she had spent so much of her life being mechanically “enhanced” by a variety of Black Order scientists, Gamora had always preferred to keep things simple in her training– just her, her body, and a couple of simple tools. As today, she was feeling in the mood to hit something, this particular tool was a punching bag, worn to its last threads by a combination of fists, branches and tiny raccoon teeth. Even Quill had gotten in on the action, doodling an angry looking hooded face on the front of the bag. “Ronan”, was scribbled under it in his characteristically messy handwriting.

Gamora frowned and began a series of handed strikes. She had fought Ronan– most likely had helped to save the galaxy from him. But she still wondered how the others would look at her if they knew that he was merely an intern to her father.

It seemed like the memories would not let Gamora be today without a fight.

Fortunately– fighting was what, from childhood to present passing moment, Gamora had always done best. Slowly the past, her thoughts, the world around her melted away into the rhythm of her palms hitting weighted canvas. Hours, millennia even, could have passed and Gamora only would have noticed the beat of her heart, and the drip of her sweat.

And then–

There was something in the background.

A noise–

“Hey…”

The voice was familiar–

“Gamora, are you alright?”

The assassin gave one last earth-shattering punch to the bag and turned around, breaths that were seconds before fast as a rainfall slowing quicker than most biologists would deem physically possibly. “I’m fine, Quill. Why are you here?”

The Earthian– to either his credit or her detriment– didn’t flinch. “Well… I could tell you were working out because the ship was shaking. But, uh, today if felt less like a mini earthquake and more like a 17 hundred on the Richter scale. Seriously Gamora, are you okay?”

His eyes fell to meet hers and almost suspiciously, Gamora peered into their depths. No fear. No anger. Just genuine concern. Sometimes she forgot that people could be like that.

“I… I suppose I’m not.” The air turned to an awkward silence as Gamora pursed her lips. This was uncharted territory for her- not that she had never been asked what she was feeling before– galaxy knew, her father was nosy enough for that to be true. But this was the first time Gamora could remember that she actually gave an honest answer.

Quill cleared his throat. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“ Yes–” The word was hesitant, almost daring as it slipped out of Gamora’s mouth. But as she turned to the Earthian, she instantly regretted it. From eyes to jaw, Quill looked much too surprised for her liking.

“Really?”

“–but, I can’t.” Gamora finished quickly. She had been so close- so close to making a mistake that would ruin the Guardians forever.

Star-lord, however, was as painfully oblivious as always. “What?”

“It’s out of the question, Quill.”

“Yeah, I heard you the first time, but why not? We saved the galaxy together Gamora– can’t we trust each other now?”

“It’s not that.”

“Then what is it? Honestly. Sometimes I swear you’ve had deeper conversations with your sister the fricking sadist than with us.”

Gamora paused and a look of sudden realization came over Quill’s face. “Shit you actually have haven’t you? Whatever this is, she knows.”

“It’s different with Nebula, alright? She just… gets it.”

“How?” The Earthian’s voice began to take on the same peculiar note as when he was in one of those spitting matches with Rocket. “She’s tried to kill you. Heck if we just aren’t good enough to hear your epically tragic backstory, you could just let me know”

Gamora knew self-pity. In her, the emotion was like a difficult combat drill, always resented but never quite outgrown. But that did not mean that she was willing to deal with it in Star-lord.

“No, Quill. It’s not because you’re not good enough to hear whatever the hell an ‘epically tragic backstory’ is. It’s because it would put the whole team in danger.”

But once it got started, pity was hard to shake. Star lord was on a roll. “So we can’t deal with danger now? We’re the Guardians of the frickin’ Galaxy, Gamora. We just fought a planet who also happened to be my deadbeat father. Danger is just a part of our balanced breakfast”

“Quill. You eat freeze-dried ice cream every morning.” Gamora was beginning to get very, very tired of this conversation. “That’s not balanced. That’s barely a breakfast. Not to mention why I feel like shit is my own personal business.”

“But.” The torrent of words stemming from Starlord’s mouth had ebbed into a trickle. “Maybe you don’t actually have to feel like shit. Damn it, Gamora, maybe we could help.”

The Earthian’s eyes were hopeful. He believed it– Gamora could tell- every single bit of his offer.

But Gamora couldn’t. She had given up believing in fairy tales long ago.

So the assassin’s gaze grew dark and she turned back to the heavy bag letting out:

one punch,

two,

then words:

“You could help me, Quill, by leaving me alone.”

If the Earthian took what she said to heart, Gamora couldn’t tell. Any noise was drowned out by the cool smack of flesh hitting canvas and the clamor of her thoughts.

#gamora #that man who is my father #peter quill #star lord #fanfic #long post #marvel #mcu #marvel rp blog #mcu rp blog #a very guardians Christmas #guardians of the galaxy

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mesq-alt · 7 years ago

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Star Child

Characters: Shinsou Hitoshi, female reader

Word Count: 1585

Summary: Nothing is the same after his quirk manifests and others began to realize what he’s able to do. With no guarantee that they won’t be next, the people he once called friends turn a blind eye to his calls as he’s left in the dark only to watch as others laugh and play. After receiving a gold star sticker for his perfect score on a spelling test, another student takes note to the shine in his eyes and decides to do something about it. An odd friendship is born from their unusual first encounter as the now aged Shinsou recalls a specially fond memory.

A/N: This piece is heavily inspired by @calmeremerald and @keiid art! It was far too good for me to resist writing a little something. I can’t wait for when this tired child becomes a hero ;A; And I’m still waiting for Aizawa to train him gdi

If he was to recall his fondest memory so far, only one came to mind.

Once upon a time, during a time when stars magnificently shone in large, purple hues and the world was too big for his little head to understand, he watched friends and peers manifest and grow super powers or limbs or both as their true potential awakened within them. He remembered watching them with envy as the grins squished their faces and the sparkle in their eyes glittered before the greatness they could one day manifest. Me too. Me too, he chanted and prayed with each fall of the sun. One day, he too was going to manifest his quirk and the young Shinsou dreamed of the day he would become like the man on TV.

But something went wrong. This wasn’t what he wanted. It was just a question.

The warmth from their eyes disappeared. Do this. Do that. He was the only one they listened to, the only one they took orders from and as the others watched in a mix of confusion and some in fear, no message spoke clearer and the spiral down to the rest of his life began as those he once played and laughed with slowly disappeared with nervous smiles and hesitant eyes. His voice tried to reach them time and time again but each curve of his lips fell on deaf ears as even his teachers began to look the other way. He was a dangerous kid with a dangerous quirk and he had no idea how to control it. Who could blame ‘em for leaving him in the dark?

The brilliant stars that used to radiate in his magnificent purple eyes dulled in the coming days as the reality of his life became just a hair more concrete with each missing word. He was forced to watch from the side lines as the friends he no longer knew laughed and played with one another, building a warmth between them and their smiles that he so desperately craved as the hollowness in his chest thrummed against the darkness that shrouded his heart. Oh how desperately he needed that warmth, that sense of unity that everyone around him made so easily. It didn’t matter whether it was 5 days or 5 seconds, all he wanted was a moment, a sliver in time where he was looked at, spoken to as though he wasn’t a freak or a monster but instead, just a 4 year old boy with dreams of being hero. So he worked day and night, coming early to preschool, staying after to clean, studying longer than he needed after dinner and finally, finally, he was looked upon with a smile on his teacher’s face.

“Good job Shinsou.” Their voice was warm and kind, one he hadn’t heard in so long as they pressed a gold star against his chest. He never felt more pride than in that one moment. All the struggles and tribulations of a small boy was finally rewarded and he cherished that sticker and the many more to come as it continued to sit on his wall with the sea of them, just above his desk.

Although he wanted to wear it again the following day, he stopped himself as he returned to class with rejuvenated vigor to work harder so that one day his classmates and once friends would accept him again; but all he could remember from when he walked into class was a barrage of pokes and a toothy grin as she announced her name. She was one of the quieter students, one who was friends with everyone--a girl next door kinda character who often wore her emotions without shame and her heart on her sleeve. A pile of pages waited in her tiny hands as a variety of gold stars were placed all over his chest and arms, on both cheeks and the middle of his forehead, even in his hair (which became a hassle to take off later that day) and finally, after scavenging through all her available pages, the biggest star she could find was placed on his nose. Although they weren’t exactly like the one he got yesterday, it mattered very little to him as he stood with more gold stars on him than he could count.. He stood wide eyed at her abrupt assault, as her giggles and laughs became hard to forget when she skipped away upon the teacher’s call. Class was about to start.

Throughout the day, she didn’t let a single one fall without warning, often putting it back where she originally placed it or replacing it altogether. She was even reprimanded for getting up in the middle of an assignment to place the star back on his arm but she was hardly phased. During their play time, she sat next to him as she doodled, placing a star on the corner of his paper and wrapping one along the end of his pencil. During lunch, class activities, even recess, she stayed by his side as she filled the space between them with her scattered thoughts and ideas, talking about this and that, more than anyone has yet to talk to him for the past few months.

“Why--” It was the only word he could get out when he approached her before leaving for the day. Her hand rested snug in her mother’s. He had been pondering the question since morning and he was afraid that if he didn’t ask, if he didn’t find out now, that he’ll never know. Somehow, he believed that she would disappear with the start of a new day and he would wake up from this dream only to return to the darkness that once shrouded his eyes earlier that week. But another part of him didn’t want to ask. He didn’t want to be confronted once more with the silent stares and the slight brush of hair. He didn’t want his question to be left out and exposed with no comfort from another’s voice or care. He looked at her in fear of waking up and in fear of losing it all. She was the only one to look at him with such sincerity, such kindness since the true nature of his quirk was revealed. She was the first one to sit next to him and talk to him after so long.

“You looked really happy yesterday,” She smiled as she did throughout that day and every day following for the next handful of years. “I’ll bring the stickers again tomorrow so you can be happy tomorrow too!”

Everyone has that one special memory that brings a smile to their lips and against popular belief, he had a few of them too. Although they shared tons of memories in the short amount of time together, both happy and sad, their first was always his favorite as he chuckled to himself. It always made him wonder how different things would be if she hadn’t done what she did, if she didn’t give him that gold star. Would he still be trying to be a hero? Where would he be now? Where is she? What is she doing? How is she? He couldn’t help but ponder whenever her smile reached his thoughts and in the light breeze, he could hear her voice calling out for him as she once used to when they met up in front of school, snuck away after class to a nearby river, or ate ice cream on a hot summer’s night. There were too many things to name and so many more memories he wanted to make. There were so many things he wanted to tell her but it had been so long since they said goodbye, since she promised him one last star and the pathetic romantic inside of him still believed in her words, no matter how superficial. One day, he’ll become a hero and when that day comes, he can meet her again.

A sense of urgency bloated his chest, a sudden need for more gripping at his fingertips as the light of the day shined more brighter than he remembered. The breeze seemed fresher than the day before.

“I knew I recognized that crazy set of hair,” A voice from his dreams reached his ears as his leisurely pace came to a halt. With wide eyes, he turned to meet a familiar gaze, a familiar warmth he had been stripped of for far too long. Her name grazed his lips as she greeted him with that same smile from years ago, her laugh and giggles all the same as she filled the space between them as she always did. “I saw you on TV during the Yuuei sport’s festival! Man, I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you got into Yuuei! You looked way too cool!” She laughed. “If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve guessed you were a hero, huh?”

It was mellowed, off base but at the same time, so right as he couldn’t help the smile that pulled at the ends of his lips. He wanted to say something, anything but his voice left him as he watched her rummage through her belongings, pulling out a purple wallet that almost matched his hair. “Also,” Her voice trickled as she pulled out a familiar star and peeled off the paper back. Her hand pressed against his chest as he met that toothy grin. “Sorry for keeping you waiting all these years Shinsou,”

#shinsou hitoshi #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha fanfiction #my writing #the original draft turned out to be a little too sad.... welp #I'm still torn on whether or not they should meet up again #but this boy doesn't deserve anymore sad vibes #The angst writer in me wants angst #when was the last time I posted fanfic?#man oh man

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bluebookbadger-blog · 7 years ago

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The Price of a Life - Chapter 3

Title: The Price of a Life Fandom (s): Fullmetal Alchemist/Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood Summary: I always thought waking up in another world would be a lot more…interesting. At least slightly exciting and terrifying, but it really wasn’t. It was more of a sudden and underwhelming event, that landed me in the company of fiction and its ignorance to modern physics. I thought it was a dream. Boy was I wrong. Characters: SI/OC, Maes Hughes, Edward Elric, Alphonse Elric, etc. Rating: PG-13

I couldn't sleep again that night, or even the next, not even getting a few seconds of splendid nothingness in my anxiety. I had come across a dilemma in my planning, and worst of all there was no more milk. The problem was, Tucker's experiment on Nina and Alexander was an important step to Ed and Al realizing how important it was for them to stay alive.

In order to keep the story straight, I needed to keep the emotional and character development as the same as possible. For Hughes, that just meant keeping him out of the picture or at least convince others (aka Flame Colonel) of his death. However, when it came to the deaths of characters influencing the development of others, it meant that some degree of death and suffering had to be involved.

I was the kind of girl who saw these kind of moral decisions in black and white most of the time. Something was right or it was wrong, good or bad, that kind of stuff. But the lives of people? Intentionally making Edward get depressed and in effect attacked and almost killed by Scar? Not to mention his automail and Alphonse would get all busted up...poor Winry. This was a little much for me to deal with, let alone practically decide the fate of the whole series.

'An Alchemist's Anguish' and 'Rain of Sorrows' were the first really serious life and death episodes people cried about, unless they had some weird attachment to Cornello or McDougal, and it's not as if the story focused on the past trauma the Elrics had endured (not a ton I could do to help them now).

I didn't want to think about how I would deal with future situations, let alone this one, so I decided to draw some silly doodles of Maes instead. Now, I was no artist, which was why I was calling them silly doodles. They're literally stick figures with glasses and a cowlick. That was it. That was my artistic ability.

The 'drawings' (if you could call them that) clashed horribly with my messy consideration of Nina and Alexander' experimentation/deaths as a) preventable b) necessary and c) reversible. I could try to find a way to keep the resulting chimera of Tucker's experiment alive long enough for proper research to reverse their condition to be discovered, however, that meant the two having to live as that monstrosity for who knows how many years.

Not to mention the Tuckers' deaths were something that really sent Ed over the edge, thus creating the whole 'look how cool it is to be alive!' speech Alphonse had to give him. It also updated Winry on the Elric's situation, and lead to the meeting with Dr. Marcoh, which led to the fifth laboratory, not to mention Sheska's job - it all came from that event practically, and without it, no one would be able to stop Father on The Promised Day. The snowball effect of the plot was awful when considering the impact of people's deaths, but it also made one hell of a show.

All these moral and plot questions were really messing with my head, so I decided to get a glass of water. This was a mistake, as it seemed to have woken Maes up. Well, he didn't look like he'd gotten much sleep either. I almost bolted for my bedroom when I heard his door open, but decided against it since my ankle was acting up again.

I had the notebook in my room, so it was probably safe so long as Lucha didn't try to eat it. He was still acting weird, sleeping more than usual and eating less. I was starting to get worried he was depressed or something. Anyways, Hughes walked in on me as I sat down at the table. I was wearing a new nightgown Gracia had bought for me, all frilly and white like something out of a horror movie.

"Can't sleep?" I asked, peering up from my glass. He wasn't wearing his glasses, and it was just downright weird. A Maes without glasses was like an Irish without a Lucha. It was just damn unnatural. Besides the bizarre lack of glasses, Maes seemed kind of beat down, barely cracking a smile when he walked past me to start the coffee machine.

I never noticed how old it looked. Like, it was a freaking dinosaur. Probably this world's equivalent of an early Pavoni Espresso Machine. I wondered if they still drank it with or without grinds in, what year was this, 1913? The invention of filters came out in 1908 I thought… Wait, no, Elicia turned three not too long from now and she was born in 1911 so...1914-ish? So yeah, no coffee grinds.

I hate coffee, and in an episode of hyperfixation, I spent several days researching everything about my nemesis. As they say, “know thy enemy”.

In reality though it was for a school project, but I still fucking hate that vile bean juice.

"I was about to ask you the same thing." Hughes said, waking me from my coffee musings. He had the machine running and sat down across from me, waiting for it to finish. "Want to ask me that question from earlier?"

No. I really didn't want to ask the damn question. I was a little distracted by the consequences of saving lives to think about taking them. Still, it was probably the reason I snapped at Elicia earlier and the reason I hadn't been sleeping. I rested my chin on my hands, looking across the dark room at the pictures on the mantel.

"You've killed people, right? In the civil war?" I was glad I was collected enough to act like I was making assumptions about Hughes' career as a soldier. "How do you...is it possible, I mean, to get over it?"

My heart felt as if someone had stabbed me through and through with a hot iron, and my mouth had suddenly become the Mojave Desert. My cheeks were crimson, and I knew the dark couldn't hide the tears that slipped down my cheeks. Part of me thought I was being weak, another felt vulnerable and scared, and a final piece was ready to break down sobbing and hug Maes like he was my own father.

It was quiet for a while, as if Hughes was letting me collect myself a little before he said anything that might upset me more. I realized how long I had been sitting there trying to stop the tears when I heard a short, quiet click from the coffee machine. Hughes got up and poured himself a cup. I was considerably more relaxed now, but still on the verge of tears. I had to stop crying every night, it was starting to become a bad habit. Maes sat next to me, not drinking his coffee as he thought for a moment.

"It's not something you're really supposed to 'get over'." He said slowly, assessing my lack of reaction. I tried my best to not mentally berate the statement, he wasn't finished. "But it is something you need to learn to cope with. I'm no expert in trauma - at least not on paper - but, just try to accept what you did and move on." Oh snap, I brought out the serious Hughes. Shit was about to get real. Okay, so it seemed I coped with humor.

"It's hard at first, but it helps to have someone to talk to when you start obsessing with it - blaming yourself, others, denial, that kind of stuff. You shouldn't avoid it necessarily, but it shouldn't be something that runs your life." I nodded, feeling slightly better. I was considerably more collected than I had been a minute or two ago, suddenly feeling stupid for even bothering Hughes. It probably brought up bad memories for him, not to mention there were probably books about trauma in the library - though, it would burn down before the Elrics got back from their trip to Resembool to recuperate, right? Ugh, stupid, stupid, stupid!

"Thanks, really, thank you." I said, my voice raspy from all the damn crying I'd been doing. I really hated crying in front of people, if you couldn't tell from my little self loathing speech up there. This is the most I had cried all month. He almost awkwardly rubbed my back in an attempt to help me calm down some more. Sweet of him, but it seemed to only make me more upset. My dad would always rub circles on my back like that when I was upset."Can I ask you something else?"

"Sure, anything." Maes said softly, taking a sip of his coffee, a faraway look misting over his eyes. Ugh, I was so stupid for asking for help - why couldn't I learn to deal with stuff on my own? Part of me was aware that I did the right thing by asking him for advice, but it still made me feel bad. I needed to change the subject before I started to cry again.

"What does my Honorary Citizenship come with? Why did it impress Miss. Reich enough to get me a job?" I asked, genuinely curious. It seemed all official and pretty, but what was special enough to a) get me out of prison and b) get me a job with a prejudiced shopkeeper who had zero knowledge of my skills or abilities? Hughes also seemed happy to change the morbid subject to something else.

"Well, they aren't common to say the least. I'm pretty sure only two have even been issued before you - both before King Bradley was Fuhrer. They're the highest honor that can be given to a citizen. If you ever decide to join the military, you get a starting rank of a corporal once you graduate from the academy. And even if you don't, you still have access to the same career benefits - insurance and whatnot - that a corporal would.

"There's also some legal power with it, I'm pretty sure you have the power to arrest someone under certain circumstances - I think you have to have witnessed the crime with multiple witnesses and have at least a sergeant present." I nodded, a bit intimidated by the power the small piece of paper held. It was like having Order 3066 in your back pocket, except it wouldn't cause, you know, mass genocide and that kind of stuff.

I knew about military ranks, at least a little. My older sister back home was a Chief Petty Officer of the U.S. Coast Guard, so we heard plenty of this and that, but naval ranks weren't exactly the same as army ranks.

"A corporal? What kind of job would I do?" I asked, interested. If I became involved with the military, I could keep a closer eye on Hughes and the Elrics. However, that meant Pride and Wrath would be able to keep a close eye on me. The Fuhrer had most likely already figured out that my story had some small plot holes, especially the Drachman part of it. I didn't know shit about Drachman culture, let alone some religion - I should have probably given it a name so they didn't think the story was too vague. I'll call it...Utkism? Yes. A religion named after the Russian word for duck. After finishing this little tirade with myself I realized Hughes was looking at me oddly with a small, sleepy smile growing on his face. "I'm sorry, what did you say?" He stroked his scruffy beard sagely.

"You could work with me, once you finish at the academy that is." I realized I probably missed a whole spiel on what the hell a corporal was supposed to do, so I just nodded. All this nodding was starting to hurt my neck.

We talked for a little longer about the academy; how long I'd be there if I applied, what it'd be like, stuff like that. It was around two in the morning when I realized how often we were both yawning. We had gotten to the subject of state alchemists somehow, probably by talking about Edward, and were both struggling to maintain the conversation.

"I'm heading to bed," That was a lie, I was going back to awful moral questioning and arguing with myself over the lives of people, but Maes seemed to believe it as he too began to make his way back to his room.

"See you in the morning," The man said with a yawn, making me yawn as I entered the room. Sitting on my bed, I was happy to find the notebook unscathed. The bed was really squishy and comfortable, but I couldn't fall asleep with all the planning I had to do.

The first page of the notebook had the title of the pilot episode 'Fullmetal Alchemist'. There wasn't really much I could 'plan' for the past, but I did jot down a few notes about who I came into contact with - Kimblee probably listened in on me and McDougal, Wrath (which I simply marked with a WWE symbol just in case Seliem, or rather, Pride, was up past his bedtime spying on me), Mustang, Riza, The Armstrong Squad, the Elrics, ect. I also made a minor note of the other officers and soldiers I had met, and my 'story' of how I got there and my background. It would be both embarrassing and terrifying to screw up a lie.

The next page had both 'The First Day' and 'The City of Heresy' episode titles just to jog my memory (I lied about having an eidetic memory to you, I was only good for memorizing lists, names, and numbers. Did I forget to mention I was a compulsive liar? Just kidding, that was a lie.). I had recently given up on 'An Alchemist's Anguish' as it nearly took up two whole pages and I didn't know how long this little book was.

The next episode was really sad with lots of rain, when Scar went after the Elrics...ah, yes. 'Rains of Sorrows' would happen the day after the Tuckers were murdered. It would be cool to see if I could prevent Ed and Al some pain, but then they wouldn't have to go to Resembool and meet Marcoh on the way so I guessed I had to let shit go down between Scar and the state alchemists. Speaking of which, I was pretty sure all of this would happen in East City. I should have probably found a map so I could figure out where the hell I was at least half the time.

On another note, Lucha was finally awake for once, and not hungry. But he was still acting strangely, a twitching mess acting as if he had never walked before, stumbling around the bed like a drunken pig. I sighed, walking over to the extra bed and picking the snake rat up.

"Are you sick little buddy?" His eyes were cloudy, as if he had cataracts. This made me nervous. I didn't think the vets here would provide care for living slinkies, let alone know how to remove a cataract. I kept trying to get a better view of his eyes, which was hard considering how fidgety he was. "Geez, would you stop-" I squeaked in pain as he bit me. No blood was drawn, but it hurt like hell. "Fu-dge." I said, curbing a curse as Lucha found his footing on the bed and began to tentatively shuffle over to the notebook. "No you don't you evil little-" I stopped when I realized he was picking the pen up in its mouth, dragging the tip over the page.

Okay, I knew ferrets were smart, but he was not really one to stick with stereotypes so Lucha was always a bit of an...astronaut. Yeah, an astronaut. He was never really all there, a bit dopey and clumsy (my brother dropped him when we first got the ferret, I cried the whole way to the vet and back). Anyways, no ferret - no animal (at least without an opposable thumb) should have been able to write.

I finally got out of my stupor when he made this strangled squeak, like he was afraid to make too much noise. Lucha seemed to want me to look at what he wrote. It was three simple words, messy and with letters that were somewhat backwards and too large for me to read the first few seconds I stared at the ink.

"I AM TRUTH" It read, which made me let out a short bark of laughter. Lucha in turn glared at me and gave a short snarl.

"Sorry, it's just," I really couldn't stop giggling. One of the most powerful and all knowing beings of the series, so powerful and influential some called it a god, came to earth in the form of a ferret. "You're so weak, in that form I mean." Maybe it was, maybe it wasn't, but it was hilarious. The cloudiness of Lucha's eyes cleared to reveal a violet eye, rings circling around a small pupil, like the eye that appears in the middle of a human transmutation circle. Lucha - Well, Truth I guessed, picked up the pen again. "Oh, not on the notebook!" I said, snatching the small tome from the pen's inky reaches.

Truth snorted, looking around for something else to write on. I guess I gave that pen to Truth, I didn't want to write with a slimy bitten ferret pen. Finding nothing, Lucha crawled up to me and began to draw the pen's sharp tip over my shin. It hurt a little, but it would wash off later. It took me a minute to read when the ferret had written, I had to turn my head to read the upside down letters.

"What do you mean you don't like it but have to deal with it? Is this about the thing you said when I was at the Gate, you know, about not being able to possess a creature with a soul?" The ferret's snow white head bobbed up and down. "Aw, but I was kind of the person who thought that maybe-" Lucha shook his head, practically having a seizure suddenly. "Lucha!" I whispered urgently, catching the small animal before he fell off the bed to the hardwood floor below.

He looked up at me, his green eyes sparkling with their little golden flecks. Crawling around my neck, Lucha nuzzled my cheek before resting on my shoulder. I sighed, knowing Truth probably could tell me something I was wondering.

I did remember what I learned from seeing the Truth, I just needed to know if I was applying that knowledge correctly. I learned that a life would have to be taken if my presence interrupted the death of another person, meaning that if I did save Nina and Alexander, someone would die. I had no way of knowing who or when, but that could seriously screw with the timeline more than plain and simple stopping an event.

Are you starting to see my big problem with saving them? And don't even mention Hughes, I was not ready for that kind of emotional trauma after the little therapy session I just had. I just wanted to ask Truth if there was a way to predict who would die in the other person's place. But, I was stuck with a sleepy slinky that was now chewing on my hair. Was he trying to force me to bathe again? Probably.

By the time I rubbed the ink off my leg, it was only 2:30. Needing something to keep me busy, I decided to go for a walk around town and get my bearings. It'd be easier to walk around at night too, not as many people out and such. Was there a curfew? Maybe, but I'd just whip out my wondrous Certificate and get a free pass. Hopefully. I left a note on the table anyway telling Maes to call the police station if I wasn't back for breakfast.

Before I could get out the door, thunder shook the building, and lightning flashed outside as a downpour began. Just my luck. And here you would think a girl named Irish would be lucky. Still, the thunder and lightning seemed to have stopped and the initial flood of rain had quickly been reduced to a light shower. Okay, so maybe I did have some luck to my name. I decided to wear one of the skirts Gracia had bought me.

Now, I'm down to wear steel toed boots and jeans and work in the mud and drive tractors all day, but I spent my first twelve school years in a skirt and blouse. In high school, I did wear jeans and boots and hoodies daily, but dressing up was my absolute favorite thing to do.

But I digress, the skirt was long, like, traditional and formal western style. It was blue with a belt that she had bought for it. Not really my style, too loose for my liking but it would do for a quick walk. The white blouses she had bought made me uncomfortable with its relatively see through fabric, so I decided on wearing one with this cute little dress jacket that mostly hid my grey sports bra from peeking out from beneath the thin fabric.

Everything was relatively comfortable, except for the frilly collar of the blouse, it was kind of itchy. To top it off, I found this hat Mrs. Hughes had left in the bottom of the closet. It had lost most of its 1900 feathers and flowers that it once adorned, and I wished they had some cloche hats around that I could use instead, but at least this would hide my hair, which was beginning to look more like a mane.

I felt very proper, with all the old clothes I was wearing. Resisting the urge to narrate my journey to the front door with a British accent, I decided to recite a few lines of Jane Austen's Emma mentally. At the front door I was contented to find a pair of shoes that, though not my size in anyway, would suffice for a quick run through the rain. I was about to put the dress pumps on when I realized the rain might ruin the old shoes. Industry was just starting to get back to producing peacetime goods after the war, so they probably weren't the best quality.

"Okay, so barefoot it is." I said quietly, checking to make sure I had everything I needed before quietly heading out with Lucha around my neck like a breathing fur scarf. As much as I loved my slippers and orthotics, barefoot was always the way to go in the rain, so long as there weren't any broken bottles lying around.

The lights in the reception area were still on, but no one was there to stop me from stealing an umbrella from the cute old umbrella stand. There were lots of umbrellas, and it wasn't as if anyone was going to be in such a rush at this hour.

Outside it was beautiful. The street lamps were still the type that needed to be lit every evening, which resulted in some of them sputtering out of existence with the rain. However, the few left burning were enough to light the streets. The shower was lightening up, but the rain was kind of peaceful. I walked all the way down main street before I saw anyone. It was starting to lighten up a little, almost an hour had passed since I left the Hughes' residence, but it was still pretty dark out.

The man was military, his blue uniform bearing many medals and awards, which made my heart skip a beat out of fear. He was also imposing in his own right, taller than Maes with a pointy handlebar mustache. The officer was familiar, but I just couldn't put my finger on where I had seen him. Believe it or not, seeing 'characters' as 'people' was strange. Like, actually imagine meeting a living breathing human being with gold eyes like Ed? It just was a lot different than seeing it through a screen. You saw imperfections, small things that make them human instead of flawless animations. Real freaky.

The rain had stopped and I had as well in my maladaptive daydreaming about how easy it would be to mistake Hughes for anyone other than himself if you saw the man in a crowd. He would honestly look just like any dad, and unless you talked to him, you'd have no clue who he was, super fan of the show or not. In my distraction, I didn't realize that the man had slipped into an alley until I heard what sounded like my little brothers starting a pretend WWIII with opening speeches. Still clutching my umbrella, I ran up to the alley way before stopping to listen to the conversation.

"-You've picked the wrong target!" A voice said brusquely before an alchemic reaction took place, blue lightning crackling and lighting up the alley way. Literal canon fire came towards my end of the alley, causing me to duck away as smoke and fire reigned for a moment.

"You're fast," The same voice said, the scene still not clicking quite yet. "Try this!"

The smell of chemistry class was bringing on flashbacks to the great Disaster of McCarthy, in which a friend of mine a) put out match with his tongue and then b) broke the Bunsen burner and made an impromptu flame thrower. Chemistry class was not fun. What sounded like chains broke my post traumatic stress visions of the boy fearfully wielding the weapon of minor destruction. The voice continued onward as his assumed combatant avoided the attack.

"A little more!"

Why all the yelling? Was he trying to attract attention or help, or was this just how people duel in the olden days of 1914? There were three consecutive bangs as something closed, the moment of silent prompting me to peer around the corner.

"Hm, that wasn't so difficult." I finally recalled the opening scene of 'An Alchemist's Anguish', watching in horror as….Brigadier something or other Grand approached the newly made iron box.

"Oh fickle fudge balls." I said under my breath, dropping my umbrella and hiking up my skirt to quickly sprint over. "Mister officer sir please don't-" An explosion interrupted me as Scar broke out of the box using his deconstruction alchemy to grab the Iron-Blood Alchemist by the face.

"What? No, how?" His muffled voice said in surprise. I backed away, terrified but unnoticed thus far. I put my back against the box's wall, not wanting to intervene or be noticed. My heart felt like a car's piston as it pumped, fast and loud.

"Now you perish," A new voice said, husky and solemn as the crackle of an alchemic reaction occur, Grand falling with a thud and blood dripping to the ground. It was quiet for a moment, and I started to back away from the scene as blood came into view. I kept back up, keeping my eyes on the blood before I bumped into someone.

It felt like my heart was going to explode as he used a hand to pin my head against the box. Lucha had been knocked off my neck, falling into a puddle along with my hat. I squeezed my eyes shut to stop the brimming tears, but calmed myself. This was Scar. He only killed State Alchemists, right? I slowly opened my eyes to look up, and was surprised by what I saw.

So, you know how Scar was always portrayed as this grumpy looking guy with a permanent scowl and all? Yeah, went right by the real design. Okay, so the scowl thing was spot on, but his face was a lot softer looking from what I could see (his hand was on my forehead but it still blocked a good part of my view).

He didn't kill me, he was just, looking at me. For a split second by the direction of his shaded eyes I thought he was looking at my chest, but he was looking at my choker necklace. It had popped over the blouse's collar uninvited, sparkling in the moonlight that now peeked from behind the clearing clouds.

My hand instinctively grabbed it as I tried to make eye contact. It was kind of hard to make eye contact with people when they wore shades like that, and he was really tall, okay? Maybe not Armstrong tall, but Scar was up there in my list of Tall People of Amestris.

The man wouldn't make eye contact, his view shifting to the amazing rainbow of colors my bruises had acquired as they finally started to fade. Geez, I didn't want pity, especially not from a guys who was in the position to kill me or worse. We both looked down when Lucha growled the most adorable growl a ferret could make, attacking Scar's shoe with ferocity.

He finally stopped trying to squish my head against the box, allowing me to see the infamous scar. It wasn't marring, just a light cross of pale grey across his darker skin. I was enraptured by his tattoo, the intricate and conspicuous design mesmerizing.

Scar abruptly turned and began walking calmly away, Lucha losing his grip on the shoe and curling around my ankle and snarling angrily. Looking down, I realized it wasn't Lucha (the little bastard would never bite anyone, unless he was hungry). Truth's purple eyes stared up at me for a moment before the white ferret seized and writhed for a few second before lying still. Sliding to the ground, I held my snake rat out of the puddle he was inadvertently drowning in. Scar was still walking away, and I could hear sirens somewhere in the distance. My eyes went back to his arm.

"You're older brother wouldn't want this." I said quietly, but my voice echoed in the empty, window lined alleyway. The man took off running as the blare of sirens advanced, not acknowledging my statement beyond a short pause in his step. I curled my knees to my chest, holding Lucha close.

The realization of what just occurred hit me like a wall of bricks, and I ended up retching. It didn't last long, but I still felt disgusted with having to wipe the vomit from my mouth. Lucha had managed to escape the episode unscathed, I almost crushing him against my chest to keep him away from the mess I made. Believe it or not, it was relieving to throw up for once. It felt as if all of the pent up stress of the past few days was gone in an instant.

I should have just waited for Hughes and Armstrong to show, I knew they would get here to investigate the body before morning and they'd find me and question me and maybe take me to a hospital and everything would be okay in the end. But I panicked and ran. Not after Scar, oh Truth no. I ran home, or at least tried to. About halfway there, a familiar pair of voices yelled,

"Stop! You're under arrest-" I crashed right into Brosh and Ross and we all went tumbling to the ground. Lucha managed to survive yet a second crash landing that morning.

"M-Miss. Irish?" Brosh stuttered, helping me to my feet once he found his own. I was a mess, the skirt's hem all muddy and the entire skirt soaked from when I went to pick up Lucha earlier. I was in a bit of shell shock just staring around me at the familiar faces as if they were total strangers. I started run again, wanting only to curl up with a cup of hot cocoa if such a thing existed in this world.

"Hey, where do you think you're going?" Maria asked, catching me by my arm. My breathing was speeding up, an asthma attack seeming imminent as I began to stress about how I would explain that I was a witness fleeing a murder scene. "Woah, calm down, tell us what happened."

Why did she have to have that motherly tone? I was about to start crying again when I noticed Armstrong and Hughes getting out of a car. So that was why Maes was up last night (or, well, this morning), he never did sleep because he was working on this case. In my daze of confusion and realization, I almost forgot about Maria's question.

"Oh, um," Well, I couldn't say I was enjoying an early morning walk now could I, even though that was the truth a little while ago. I looked at my feet. "I saw something I probably shouldn't have." I said quietly, Maria and Denny looking to each other before gently leading me in the direction of Hughes and Armstrong.

Great. This was going to be lots of fun, all rainbows and unicorns. I just wanted to go home, I might have even gotten some rest knowing that the story was progressing. But no, I had to be interrogated - for like the second time this week! Why couldn't I just do something normal and get a normal experience in return? Equivalent exchange and all that stuff? Hughes looked up from the body, which they had thankfully covered with a sheet. The blood stains on the ground still made me feel physically ill though. Armstrong and he turned to me and my two escorts.

"We found her fleeing the scene, sirs." Denny said, I having to restrain a glare. The guy made it sound like I was the one who killed Grand.

"She claims to have witnessed it." Hughes nodded as Maria said this, his fatherly attitude earlier nowhere to be seen.

"Thank you, 2nd Lieutenant and Sergeant. Take Irish to central command and make sure she's okay. Don't question her until we get there." Maes said. I wasn't liking his serious tone, I had heard too much of it already this morning. Before I could get a word out otherwise, a new car pulled up, Bradley stepping out of the passenger door and approaching us. All of the soldiers saluted, but I just nodded in the general direction of the car. It's headlights were like looking at the sun. "Fuhrer Bradley, your excellency, what brings you here?" Hughes asked as the man approached Grand's body.

"I got word of what happened." He said gravely, looking down at the blood stained sheet. "Lieutenant Colonel Hughes, you're the officer in charge of this case?" Hughes looked up, replying with a curt,

"Yessir."

"Should you need any additional personnel, just ask." Bradely's voice suddenly became rather frightening considering what he personified. "The man doing this is a traitor, I want him stopped." Both Hugh and Armstrong mirrored my own slightly nervous expression at the Fuhrer's seriousness before nodding.

"Sir." Hughes said in acceptance of the task. Bradley turned to leave, but stopped as he saw me with his good eye. He probably saw me earlier with his 'all seeing eye' thing but wouldn't have been able to with the eye patch under normal circumstances.

"Irish?" I lowered my head, looking at my bare feet. They were cold, and wet, standing out starkly against the dark stone ground. "You just can't keep out of trouble, now can you kiddo." Ugh, could he not call me 'kiddo'? Only my Uncle Thomas was allowed to call me that, not the physical manifestation of Wrath.

"I'm sorry sir," I looked up making eye contact. "Trouble has a funny way of finding me." He nodded before taking his leave, allowing me to finally relax. It made you tense to be in that guy's presence, he just made you so damn nervous that he would kill you if you said the wrong thing. I sighed, looking to Hughes then to the Armstrong Squad. "Let's get this over with, I might even take that coffee offer now Hughes."

We all got into a car, I was pretty sure it was the same one Hughes had driven me to his apartment complex in because the crumbs on the floor were suspiciously similar to the cookie Lucha had been eating that day. The drive was mostly quiet, in exception for Lucha's snoring.

"Where are your shoes?" Maria asked at one point, noticing my bare feet. I shrugged, stroking my ferret's white fluff.

"I didn't want to ruin the new shoes Mrs. Hughes bought me by using them in the rain."

"So, you went barefoot?" Denny asked, raising an eyebrow in disbelief. I nodded, happy we weren't talking about the murder.

"Yep. Why? Did I break another law?" I asked, worried I had broken some stupid law like we had back in the states. Did you know that in some places it's illegal to walk backwards down the street with an ice cream cone in your back pocket on a Sunday? Weird.

"No. It's just a little…" I sighed, nodding as Maria faltered.

"Strange, I know. I never really wear shoes that much since there are never any my size." I explained, even though it was a partial lie. I didn't wear shoes when they messed with my balance or I didn't want to ruin a new pair. And they did have shoes my size, the problem was, well-

"But you're feet aren't that small." Denny pointed out, observing my left foot. "Even if sizes here are different than Drachman sizes, I'm sure there'd be something-"

"No, not like that." I interrupted, putting my heels together to show the two the difference. "See? My left foot is a size seven and a half, but my right foot is a size three, uh, in Drachman sizes that is." They really were in American sizes though, which made it a pain to buy shoes. You would already spend a hundred bucks on a pair of dress shoes but oh, you have to buy a second pair! It really sucked.

"Oh…" Both of the officers said, Maria speaking up and saying, "Is foot binding from Xing practiced in Drachma?" Eek, they had foot binding around still? Ouch.

"Nah, it's a genetic thing. The bones in my feet never properly formed so when my feet started to grow, the bones were still partially fused together and, well, my right foot's the result." Denny grimaced.

"Sounds like it hurt." I nodded.

"Like hell, but it stopped when I stopped growing so it's not so bad now." They were looking at me weirdly. "What?"

"How old are you?" Maria asked, a puzzled expression on her face as she and Denny looked me up and down. I looked at my chest and crossed my arms defensively.

"Seventeen, why do you ask?" That made Denny uncomfortable, and probably Maria too but she seemed to hide it better than him.

"Uh, well, you just look...young, for your age." My turn to raise a brow at him.

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"We're here." Hughes said, glancing momentarily at us as he pulled the rickety old - well, old to me - car up the road of the monstrous building known as Central Command. Sunlight was finally blessing the land with its warmth, which meant I had another long day ahead of me.

I was getting real tired of this building, we're good acquaintances, but I was not overly fond of Command so I think we need some time apart. It was not Command, it was me. Actually no, it was the guy running Command and this whole damn country that I needed to spend some time away from. Unfortunately for me, it seemed no one in the car heard about my breakup with Command, so they dragged me along anyway.

After a long series of ridiculously baffling hallways, we somehow arrive at Hughes' office. Quaint little place, nothing like Mustang's temporary office he had while he was in Central, but kind of comforting. I was actually pretty nervous. I did have my certificate with me, laminated and tucked safely into my belt, but that piece of paper couldn't protect me from interrogation methods of the 1914s.

"Sit down." Hughes 'offered' motioning to a chair in front of his desk. Armstrong, Brosh, and Ross were on the couch behind me, taking notes. Well, Maria was the only one with a pad of paper and a pen so I guessed she was the one taking notes. "So, can you tell us when happened?" I sighed, unintentionally cracking my neck as I retold the events.

"Well, I was just walking down the street and it was raining - oh Tru-ck I dropped an umbrella I borrowed, do you think we'll be able to get it back?" I asked, looking behind me to Denny and Armstrong. They didn't realize I was actually looking for answer until Hughes cleared his throat.

"Don't worry about that for now, so you were walking in the rain, how did you stumble upon the murder?"

"Well, it wasn't exactly a murder, it was more of a fight. I heard some guy talking all preacher like about judgement and all so I decided to eavesdrop since it seemed interesting-"

"You didn't think to get the police?" Hughes interjected, not looking up from a note he was writing. Well, shit. Never thought about that…

"Um, well, no. There wasn't really anyone around except for the guy - Grand or whatever - and I got a little distracted after he went down the alley so anyway the guy was talking all preachy-like and I was eavesdropping. Grand sounded really confident he would win when they started fighting. I missed some of what he said, but after the fight started the preachy-guy didn't talk much. Anyway I decided to look when everything was quiet and I wasn't being shot at by freaking canons, and Grand got the guy trapped in a box. I went to go ask him if he was okay but then there were blue sparkles - alchemy I think - and a hole in the box formed. The guy had Grand by the head and I looked away when he used the alchemy stuff to-"

"You said he used alchemy?" Hughes asked, looking up. Oh, frickle frackle firetruck. Did I screw up? Truth, if you posses Lucha and tell me I didn't just give away info that might change the story in some way that'd be real great.

"Uh, yeah. I think. It was a little like what McDougal did when he froze that guy's arm back at the prison. That's the only alchemy I've ever seen before."

"They don't have alchemy in Drachma?" Armstrong asked, surprising me with his low, booming voice.

"Uh, not that I've seen." He nodded, allowing me to relax a little. Why was this so nerve racking? You're telling the truth mostly - but you probably shouldn't mention what you told Scar about his brother, that would screw shit up for sure Irish.

"Continue, please." Hughes asked, his glasses hiding his eyes from view with their glare. I never really got how glasses did that, maybe you needed special lenses...Adjusting my own spectacles, I did as he asked.

"Yeah so after Grand died I started to back away because I didn't want to mess with the guy - he wasn't going to let a witness go probably. But I kind of bumped into him and he grabbed me - oh Hughes, I lost my hat. I found this hat in that closet, real vintage 1900s stuff and it hid my hair well but it's probably still there-" Hughes cleared his throat. "Oh, sorry. Um, yeah he just kind of looked at me for a minute - my hair and eyes kind of caught him off guard I guess, and he kind of was starting to creep me out when he stared at my necklace." My hand touched the sterling silver Celtic cross.

"He took interest in your hair and eyes - your necklace, what is it, a religious symbol?" Hughes asked distractedly as he jotted down some notes. Thank Truth for me coming up with a name for the 'religion' earlier.

"Yessir, it's an Utkist cross. A symbol of martyrdom, unity, and struggle." Eh, close enough?

"Utkism, would you care to elaborate? Is it a well known religion?" Well, um, improvisation!

"The religion of Ire, my home village. It's very far in the north of Drachma by the sea, very secluded. I'm afraid it's not a well known religion by those who don't live there. Even in Drachma it has little influence beyond the far northwest." Were they buying it? Truth, why did Hughes have to have such a good poker face? Probably learned from surprise attacks on Mustang with pictures of Elicia and Gracia. That man was the absolute best. Wait, wrong time to compliment the guy interrogating you Irish - bad timing!

"Hm, a murderer of State Alchemists using a form of alchemy, and a possible connection to a small religious group." Oh, Truth. Hughes I am so sorry if this screwed up your investigation. Please don't ask me if there are any other people from Ire in Amestris please! "Could he perhaps be from your village?" Ugh, I guess that's not as bad.

"No way, I got a pretty good look at him and I knew almost every one of the maybe hundred people that live in Ire when I left only a few years ago. Besides, his skin was too dark and he had a weird scar on his forehead." I said, making up the little village of Ire in my head. A cute village where you know your neighbors and have your children marry them in arranged ceremonies. Also home to the duck religion, that worships a legendary duck called Mother Goose that was fabled to lay golden eggs. Yes, this would work nicely. Apologies any actual religions that worship ducks and geese - I needed something to convince these guys with!

"So, the Scarred Man struck again." Maria said with a sigh.

"Yes, who else has been targeting State Alchemists and killing them in an odd fashion?" Denny responded.

"The who now?" I asked, hoping to stay off the topic of the actual interrogation. Hughes looked up from his notes, his glasses no longer hiding his hazel irises.

"The Scarred Man, though most of us just call him 'Scar' for short. He's been targeting and killing State Alchemists, and it looks like Grand was his latest victim." Maes said, compiling and straightening his notes. "How'd you get away? You seem to have a knack for escaping murderers."

"One of my many unusual talents acquired from living with my weird family of freaks. One of the many…" I said wistfully, smiling at his confused and slightly concerned expression. "He let me go if you're that concerned. Lucha did bite him but, in case you haven't noticed, Lucha's a bit of a wimp." The living slinky was exploring the office, currently gnawing on Armstrong's boot lace, which seemed to entertain the big man greatly.

"Did you see where he went?"

"Nope," I swung my legs back and forth, my feet barely touched the ground in this tall chair. "I got sick with stress - you try facing off with murders twice in one week - then I ran like the wind and hoped to curl up in a ditch somewhere and pretend it never happened." Hughes nodded.

"And then you ran into 2nd Lieutenant Ross and Sergeant Brosh, correct?"

"Yepsterdoodles." He looked at me as if I had grown three heads, but said nothing as he nodded nonetheless and handed his notes to Maria.

"Thanks for your help Mac, you're free to go!" Hughes said in a suddenly jovial mood. This guy had some serious mood swings sometimes.

"Uh, can I stay for the day actually?" He looked at me in a kind of surprised manner.

"Sure, why?" I shrugged looking around the office.

"I guess I want to see if there's anything I can help with. But, I do want a list of the State Alchemists if you could get me that. There's something I want to check out." Maes seemed to think for a moment before looking to Armstrong and the amazing babysitting duo.

"Armstrong, see if you can get that list for Mac; Brosh, Ross, could you two make sure she keeps herself out of trouble - or at least keep trouble from finding her.

"Yessir," The three said, Armstrong leaving to get the list of Alchemists. Hughes turned to Denny and Maria.

"Can you two take her home so she can get a change of clothes? You must be uncomfortable in those clothes Mac." I nodded, the soaked skirt and frilly blouse collar not helping me relax.

"Yeah, sounds like a plan."

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