#Cost Savings on Roof Repairs

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The Benefits of Upgrading Your Roof During Repairs

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Understanding Roof Repair And Replacement

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“My name is Nour Saqer, for the name remains when all is lost. I turned 22 years old last November. Yes. My youthful time was wasted on horrible days. Yes. Those days still continue.

My name is Nour Saqer. And I am 22 years old. I am a fifth-year dental student at Al-Azhar University of Gaza. I am an aspiring student. I am eager and passionate about my studies. Until the last minute, I was allowed to stay at my house on Oct. 7th. 2023 I was still working on a scientific research proposal that was supposed to be published by me and my teammates of young researchers late in November, that year.

This picture of me was taken late 2022 during an international dental conference held in campus.

During my college years alone. Me and my family have had to forcefully evacuate, and run out of our house four times. In 2019, 2021, 2022, and finally in 2023. Each time was in fear of the same threat; meeting our deaths under rubble. My name is Nour Saqer. And I have always been a Gazan. Each of those past times. If we were fortunate enough, we would discover that our home was in repairable damage. There would be a roof over our heads still. We were still fortunate. We still had luck.

But ever since October 7th. I haven't returned home. We were among the first families to evacuate Al-Rimal neighborhood from the very first day of this genocide, we had to turn our backs to it and expect no return. Two floors of my family house, along with my father's store, and only source of income, have been severely destructed due to neighboring missiles. And my university buildings were heavily exploded. All forms of life have been reaped from my city. My hometown.

This is what's left of our campus. I was supposed to have my graduation ceremony here.

My name is Nour Saqer. And I had an enthusiastic heart. And an energetic body. I played sports and walked down every street until I couldn't. I loved my family and friends dearly. I wrote poems about them. I spent time loving them and cherishing their presence. I loved life with all its little things. With all its unattainable things. I loved the grass and the tall buildings. And I loved all people. I loved my people. All their faces. All their talents. All their hidden lives. All we shared. Until we didn't. Everything I have ever loved I lost.

This picture of me was taken during a happy moment on the roof of our house.

This is all that is left of that picture now.

I am currently sheltered in Rafah with my family of 7. Sharing a place with 30 other homeless people. By the end of Ramadan, me and my family would have to evacuate and seek shelter for yet the 8th time due to housing problems. I am so tired of not having any sense of stability. Nothing to guarantee. Nothing to call my own. Every passing minute the situation in Rafah gets worse. Every passing minute I am losing loved ones and relatives. Every passing minute costs me my sanity. Costs me health. Costs me my basic rights to simply live.

I have nothing left to lose or pay the price with except for my life.

I don’t know how to retell my life story in limited words, how to make the most ordinary moments sound precious. How do I equate my value to someone deserving a life of safety? How do I shape myself as someone worth saving?

I have been interviewing myself for days. All my stories are choking me. All my grief is piling up and muting me. I keep trying to find a way to present the best of myself. To make myself someone you'd want to look at. Listen to. And even more,

Help.

I am finally placing both hope and faith in your helpful hands. I am asking you. Please put an end to this continuing tragedy. And help me get to safety. Before it's too late.

It should be in your knowledge that:

It costs $5,000 per person to get out of Rafah through the Boarder Crossing to Egypt. The rest of the donations will be to secure my tution money for the fifth and final year of dental school.

Thank you.”

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No Way (Stephen Strange x wife! Reader)

Summary: All hell breaks loose, like they said right?

Warning: It's Stephen, who doesn't love him? slightly injured, No Way Home spoiler alert for those who haven't watched it yet, fluff, mention of other injuries, special appearance,

As usual, forgive me if there are any language mistakes or confusing storylines.. also forgive me if there are grammatical mistakes.. English is not my first language

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You were married to Stephen while he was still working at Metro General Hospital and were with him when he had an incident that made him decide to head to Kathmandu to find a way to recover both hands so he could return to work as a Neurosurgeon. Too much happens as Stephen tries to recover his hands. No matter how much the surgery costs, he still wants to try to get his hands back to normal. And you, with a good heart and a patient person, try to help your husband in all the challenges you both face

So you with no choice decided to follow him to Kathmandu. And that's where all the stories begin and your new life changes. Stephen became a Sorcerer, fighting Dormamu and taking over as Sorcerer Supreme due to the death of The Ancient One and also helping Thor and Loki find their father in Norway.

How about you? well you and Wong became close friends as well as Mordo but it was only for a while because Mordo chose to go and make his own way so it's only you and Wong who still communicate but due to the things that always happen in Kamar Taj, it's quite difficult also for you to spend your time with your husband and friends.

And most surprisingly you and Cloak seem to have become good friends where Cloak will usually go to you if it is bored with Stephen or just Stephen being an ass which is sometimes. And often Cloak will put itself on your thigh like a blanket or your shoulder as if it wants to be pampered. So it's no wonder if Stephen sees Cloak with you because he knows that his relic will surely pamper you like a dog that wants it's owner attention.

But then, you usually spend your time teaching your students online in the library at New York Sanctum A. K. A your new home. So you are always alone and do your own work as a lecturer. Let me say that, you are also studying mystic art but not always because of your work as a lecturer which is often busy and also because of your students who can be said to be quite challenging as if teaching a kindergarten class. But, you still know some simple spells like opening a portal, or making things float towards you. So that's pretty easy for you too.

Oh yeah, i forgot...I haven't talked about Infinity War yet. Yeah, where Bruce Banner falls from the sky and destroys the roof of the Sanctum. sheesh.. there is a lot of money to be spent to repair the roof of the Sanctum but why be surprised? Kamar Taj students can fix it while Stephen, Wong, Bruce and Tony solve this Infinity Stones thing.. plus with you who are still confused about what happened because of this sudden thing.

"You have to stayed here.. it's dangerous outside.. I don't want anything to happen to you, yeah?" Stephen said while holding your face with both hands gently.

"Oh, you better come back safely, Stephen.. I don't want to see any cuts or scratches on you otherwise you sleep outside" you said sternly while frowning as your hands held Stephen's hand which was still holding the side of your face

And the next thing you know, an Alien comes and kidnaps your husband while Ironman and Spiderman come and try to save your husband and that was the last time you heard from your husband.

Welp-that happened 5 years ago.. where everyone in the world experienced a rather shocking situation where almost all life in the Universe turned to dust, including your husband. Lucky for you, you are not one of those dusty people.

But still, for you, half of yourself has disappeared with Stephen. You have started to feel down, you have started to distance yourself from other people.. and only Wong can give you a little motivation to continue living. The moment when the news of your husband's loss came out of the mouth of Steve Rogers who came to the Sanctum just days after the infinity Stones thing happened you started busying yourself from the outside world with work.

You have started working overtime until you forget to take care of yourself. Also, you don't realize that you have lost a lot of weight. And luckily, Wong noticed your change and tried to help you by advising you to eat and so on.

The thing happened for 3 months and that was 5 years ago. And now everyone is back to normal.. but still, the news of the death of Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff still remains in everyone's mind.

" I'm old now" you said in a soft tone to Stephen as you put your head on Stephen's chest after your 'best' night.

"yeah but I'm still older than you" replied Stephen smirked while stroking your hair gently.

"traitor"

( don't ask me about the age..)

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So! now the real story is about to begin. So you know who Spiderman is because you met him at Tony's funeral a few months ago. And you know that he is a good teenager, and caring and also has a heroic spirit. So for you it is not a problem because you know that every teenager has their own advantages and disadvantages.

And you also understand the side of today's teenagers because you also have students who are quite ok for you and some who are not right with you. But for you it's just ok. You don't even care as long as you can teach them so that they can continue their lives after finishing their studies is pretty good.

But for you Peter is different from the students you usually teach. He is a smart and independent person but sometimes he is a bit clumsy but that is not a problem because some teenagers are still not comfortable with their surroundings. Peter is also a shy person and is quite polite with the people around him. The way he talks is also a bit soft and a little stuttering because he's probably still shy but that's not a problem either because when you get to know him you immediately treat him like he's your child.. after all that's the way you treat kids and teenagers these days.

Back to the story, so the whole of New York is in chaos when the news about Quentin Beck or better known as Mysterio has spread all over New York plus maybe the whole world through his last footage of Spiderman killing him and saying Spiderman who controls all the drones to attack the population around And the most surprising thing is that Mysterio has also spread the identity of Spiderman to the entire population of New York and said that the true identity of Spiderman is PETER PARKER.

And of course you and Stephen know about this from the news that has been playing on TV. You start to feel sympathy for Peter and his family because he has to deal with this situation. And you believe that he is not a murderer or a criminal but just a teenager who was slandered by Mysterio because of his murder. You can feel that Peter's future is threatened by criticism and threats from the media or people around him.

And what happened after this was really beyond your expectations.

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"I told you, you should check again.. see what happened now?" you said while looking for a thick sweater in the closet to wear.

"oh please, I've checked ok... but I didn't expect the Rotundas Getaway was connected to Siberia" replied Stephen who was leaning against the door of your shared bedroom while rubbing his cold neck.

You see, Stephen's carelessness has caused the entire Sanctum to be filled with white snow that has been blasted into the Sanctum through the Rotundas Getaway which has accidentally connected with Siberia and has filled every room with snow. ALL THE ROOMS ARE FILLED WITH SNOW.

Coincidentally, Christmas is getting closer which doesn't mean this is part of the Christmas decorations.. In addition, with the growing cold and thick snow, Stephen and Wong wasted no time looking for students who are willing to volunteer to shovel the thick snow in the Sanctum living room.

And the lucky thing is that your shared room isn't filled with snow so it's kind of nice too because it's where you both sleep but that doesn't mean the cold isn't there either. This has been happening for almost 3 days and Stephen and Wong are trying to fix the situation in the Sanctum.

How about you? welp- you also tried to help Stephen and Wong but because Stephen was haunted by guilt, Stephen kept rejecting your offer to help him even though you insisted on helping him too and besides you don't have any class to teach.. now it's the holidays. Of course, your 'lovely' students have returned to their hometowns.

Because you insisted on helping, Stephen finally had to give in and let you help him. So, the more people do the work, the sooner this ends, right?.

"yeah, just 'check' it. Next time check with your eyes, don't just use your mouth." you murmured while sighing heavily and smoky because of the extreme cold.

"aww, don't be like that. Anyway, this thing is under control, I'm sure this situation will end soon." Stephen said and walked over and started hugging you from behind, hoping to add warmth so you wouldn't get cold.

"I know, but still.. next time you must check properly and make sure that there is nothing wrong with what happens next time. Don't just work carelessly, understand?" you said with a firm tone while rubbing both of Stephen's arms.

"okay ma'am," replied Stephen and kissed your hair gently.

No matter how great and brave Stephen is, he is still afraid of his wife. He really can't imagine your angry face. For him that is very badass and at the same time scary. that's what Stephen likes. Yes. The scariest and cutest wife that Stephen adored.

"don't always say ok if you don't even do your work, Stephen" said Wong in his hoarse but firm tone as he was carrying his heavy bags towards the Sanctum living room.

" and where do you want to go? The work here is not done yet" said Stephen loosening the hug and allowing you to walk into the bathroom to change clothes.

" you see, I have things in Kamar Taj for a few days because of my duty as Sorcerer Supreme so I'm not here for a few days until the things in Kamar Taj are finished.. and I want what happened in this Sanctum now to recover and I hope nothing happened as long as I wasn't here, understand?"said Wong while pointing his finger at Stephen.

Wong is really familiar with Stephen's personality and he is already familiar with it. So whatever happened before, he will definitely know who masterminded all that happened, no matter the matter involving duty or a spell that went out of control because all the evidence will definitely be directed at Stephen.

Stephen sighed and walked towards the door of his room and looked at Wong with an innocent face.

"Come on, Wong. Don't worry about all that, besides, nothing will happen as long as you're not here. Everything will be fine," replied Stephen.

Wong looked at Stephen for a long time while raising one eyebrow. He wouldn't be fooled by Stephen's sweet words because he knew that as long as he wasn't in Sanctum there would be trouble. And he also believes that with you being with Stephen, you will definitely keep Stephen under control.

"I don't trust you but I believe that your wife will make sure that nothing happens as long as you stay in this Sanctum and do not do anything related to dimensions or spells or else you will be in a dangerous situation" warned Wong firmly.

"oh please, you know that I-"

"The most famous person in the world. I know. " interrupted Wong without looking at Stephen before opening the portal and then walked across the portal carrying several luggage bags.

Stephen sighed heavily. The bathroom door was thrown wide open by you as soon as you finished changing into a thick sweater. You looked at Stephen confused.

"What's wrong? "you asked before walking up to Stephen with a confused face.

"well- you know that Wong always warns me right? yes.. that's why" replied Stephen before conjuring two cups of hot cocoa for him and you.

"I see.. well, what Wong warned you is true. You have to take care of yourself so you don't get into too much trouble. And you're lucky because I have to take care of you or not, I don't know what will happen in Sanctum later" you replied before taking a cup of hot cocoa from Stephen's hand and sipping slowly. Then, the sweet and warm taste continues to soothe your freeze and dry throat and warm your cold body temperature.

"I'm not a little boy to take care of" complained Stephen.

"yeah.. whatever you say you're still my boy" you said sweetly before walking out of your bedroom.

"I like that sound of that" replied Stephen and walked out of the bedroom and was followed by Cloak who had been at the end of the room from behind before landing on Stephen's shoulder.

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"Is all this for a holiday party?"asked Peter confused as he looked around the Sanctum's living room filled with snow as soon as he set foot inside the Sanctum.

Wong who wearing a thick sweater placed the last of his bags on the snowy floor before closing the portal and then looked at Peter with a fierce expression on his face.

"No. One of the rotunda gateways connects to Siberia. Blizzard blasted through." Wong replied quickly.

An abrupt swoosh can be heard. Doctor Stephen Strange floats down the stairs through his Cloak of Levitation, holding a mug, wearing a sweatshirt and an anorak. Its blue color resembles his usual mystical outfit. At first glance, it will definitely look like a father who is trying to get along with teenagers.

"Because someone forgot to cast a maintenance spell to keep the seals tight."replied Stephen lazily before he landed on the snowy floor and almost slipped as soon as he landed.

"Don't say that to Wong, Stephen. You should have done the work as Wong told you before" you said slowly going down the slippery stairs due to the snow and ice.

"That's right, because he forgot I now have higher duties. thanks Y/n" replied Wong.

"Higher duties?" asked Stephen, pretending to be confused.

"The Sorcerer Supreme has high duties, yes." replied Wong with a firm yet gentle tone.

Peter who had been standing watching the conversation of the three adults began to interrupt.

"Wait, I thought you were the Sorcerer Supreme?" Peter asked confused as he pointed his finger at Stephen.

"No. He got it on a technicality, 'cause Stephen blipped for five years and made Wong to take over as Sorcerer Supreme."you said with a small smile as if trying to make Stephen jealous. (But then again, he's really jealous but on the inside..wink)

Peter then looked at Wong with a sign of understanding after what you said just now.

" Oh. Well, congratulations." said Peter with his sweet smile.

Wong nodded in thanks. At least, there is someone who appreciates him as much as you. After all, Wong had worked hard during Stephen's absence in the previous year. He also has many services as long as he takes the rank of Sorcerer Supreme in order to protect the universe and this dimension.

"If I'd been here, then I'd-"

"-burned the place down. " Wong interrupted without missing a beat before walking past Stephen and looking at the two students who had been shoveling snow since the beginning "You two, no one said, 'Stop shoveling!'"

With a jerk, the two students continued to scoop up the white snow quickly. Stephen was silent for a moment. Maybe still thinking about what Wong said a moment ago. You looked at your husband who was still silent before turning your gaze towards Peter who had been listening to the conversation between the three of you. Too bad he waited so long. You sighed lightly.

" Steph? " you called softly as you gently patted Stephen on the shoulder.

Stephen jerked and looked down at you. " yeah"

You tilted your head as if to point at Peter who was still standing waiting for his turn to speak. Stephen quickly understood your meaning and looked at Peter with his hand still tightly gripping the coffee mug.

" So Peter, to what do i owe the pleasure?

And there goes to Peter telling him the problem he is facing in the hope that Stephen can turn back the time before Mysterio revealed his identity to the public. It's quite sad, because not only is he the target of the media, but his family and close friends are also affected. Even sadder, Peter was unable to continue his studies at MIT or any other educational institution because his identity was revealed as a murderer.

For them, they didn't want the killer anywhere near them nor did they want him as a student. Even more sad, his best friend and girlfriend were also affected and rejected because they were close friends of Peter. The irresponsible party is cruel and so is the 24-hour media that only wants to make the current situation worse.

"Peter... we tampered with the stability of space-time to resurrect countless lives. You wanna do it again now just because yours got messy?" Stephen said supportively. Yes, he did feel sorry for the young man but, without the Time Stone, he couldn't do anything to help Peter.

"This isn't... it's not about me. I mean, this is really hurting a lot of people. My... my Aunt May, Happy... My best friend, my girlfriend, their futures are ruined just because they know me, and... they've done nothing wrong." Peter pleaded. His eyes began to show sadness.

You who heard the two of them talking earlier started to feel sorry for Peter. Peter is just a boy. He didn't do anything. But, just because of that person's greed and hatred, the hope of a victim is shattered without end.

What Peter went through was too big and dangerous. Because not only the media make this situation worse, but the government does the same. Just because a hero called the Avengers makes a mistake, the government and the people will no longer believe in their safety anymore.

You looked at Stephen with a compassionate face. Begged him so he could help Peter. Stephen looked at you. He really can't go against your look. He knows, every time you give that look. He will definitely lose to you. He is afraid of you but at the same time he loves you. He doesn't care if you don't have magic or work as a university lecturer, he still loves you and obeys you.

Stephen looked at Peter and sighed heavily.

"I am so sorry, but... even if I wanted to... I don't have the Time Stone anymore"said Stephen with a disappointed tone because he was unable to help Peter no matter what the situation. The Time Stone has already been returned to the past so Stephen can't do anything else.

You sighed heavily. "I really want to help you and your friends for university matters, but unfortunately I'm not the person who has the power for university matters.. I'm just a lecturer. If I'm in power, of course I'll help you all. I'm sorry." you said, nodding sadly.

Peter who seemed to have hope began to drop his hope. It's true what they say, Stephen can't do anything if the Time Stone isn't there to turn back time and you're not a powerful person when it comes to the university where you teach. So all the hopes he had started to drop.

Peter nodded slightly. "That's right"

You and Stephen nodded in unison. Peter paused for a moment before letting out a heavy sigh.

"I'm really sorry if I... wasted your time." continued Peter in a tone of disappointment plus sadness.

You and Stephen shook your heads in unison as you waved your hands in the air.

"N-No, you didn't..."

"it's okay, you're not wasting any time"

"It's okay, Stephen.. Mrs Strange"

"No Peter, I really want to help you but I can't do anything about your education. I'm not the one to solve the university thing. But I really want to help you" you said walking up to Peter and holding Peter's hand and caressing his hand as if a mother was persuading her child.

Peter held your hand and looked at you with a sad face but managed to hide it with his sweet smile.. "Just forget about it. Mrs Strange..it's ok"

You looked at Peter for a long time before nodding slowly and letting go of Peter's hands. You then slowly walked over to your husband's side but your eyes were still on Peter. Feelings of pity and wanting to help still open up in you. But if Peter says that, you have to follow what he wants. You have treated Peter like your own son so the feeling of motherhood is still strong inside you. Even though you and Stephen are not blessed with children yet, so it's not wrong if you treat children like your own children, right?

Peter looked at you both and repeated the sentence he said to you again.

"Just forget about it, I think I can manage with what's happening now" said Peter in a tone trying to be strong.

Stephen nodded and sipped his hot chocolate. You looked at your husband with a pitying expression on your face.

"Oh, he will. He's really good at forgetting things." Wong said suddenly as he lifted several bags into the portal.

This causes a temporary enlightenment in the Bleecker Street magician's mind, as he points at his companion. You looked at Stephen and Wong confused as Peter looked at Wong with a frown.

"Wong. You've actually generated a good idea." said Stephen looking at Wong with raised eyebrows.

Wong looked at the Master Of The New York Sanctum confused.

"What?" Wong asked raising an eyebrow.

"The runes of Kof-Kol." Stephen said in a suggestive tone.

"The runes of Kof-Kol?" you and Peter said in unison in confused tones.

"Oh, it's just a standard spell of forgetting. Won't turn back time, but at least people will forget that you were ever Spider-Man." replied Stephen looking at Peter and you while swinging his mug of hot chocolate in the air.

Peter with his hope reappeared. With light up eyes looking at Stephen, he looked at Stephen as if Stephen was his idol.

"seriously? Thank-"

"No. Not seriously. That spell travels the dark borders between known and unknown reality. It's too dangerous." said Wong with a firm tone. He looked at Stephen sharply.

You looked at Stephen and Wong at the same time with a worried expression on your face. Even if you don't know much about magic, you know what Wong warned is dangerous. What the Spell that crossed Stephen's mind was indeed dangerous. It doesn't matter if it's a little or a lot, you keep an eye on Stephen if he uses any spells every time you're with him.

Stephen snorted and looked at Wong. "God, we've used it for a lot less. Do you remember the full moon party in Kamar-Taj?"

The moment you heard those words, you automatically blushed hard and had to hide your face on Stephen's shoulder while your arms hugged Stephen's side. You know what happened at the Moon Party's in Kamar- Taj. Only you and Stephen know about it. And we're not here to talk about that, right?

"No"Said Wong frowning and looking at you who was still hiding your face on Stephen's shoulder.

"Exactly." replied Stephen casually.

"Come on, Wong. Hasn't he been through enough?" Stephen looked at Wong with a pleading expression.

Wong looked at Stephen with a stern expression before he looked at you who were still hiding on Stephen's shoulder and looked at Peter. Not long after, a portal appeared behind Wong that led to the Kamar Taj.

"Just leave me out of this." Wong said hesitantly before stepping into the portal. But his eyes are still on Stephen and you.

Stephen raised his eyebrows. "Fine?"

"Fine.. Y/n, take care of your husband.. if anything weird and dangerous happens feel free to be angry with him." said Wong with a tone of suggestion plus advice as if he were a father-in-law advising his daughter-in-law.

You raised your face to look at Wong. Immediately, you nodded. The "technical" Sorcerer Supreme's portal closes. The "practical" Sorcerer Supreme smiles at Peter. While you looked at them both with a worried face. You then slapped Stephen's arm hard while looking straight into Stephen's eyes.

"Ow, what was that for?" said Stephen, starting to distance himself from you. As soon as he looked at your sharp face, he began to swallow his saliva slowly.

"Do you need to mention about the Full Moon Party in Kamar Taj?" You reprimanded in a firm tone of voice.

"Don't worry, he won't know" said Stephen teasingly but cautiously.

"He will know later. Knowing Wong, he will be able to figure things out quickly. What if he bans me from coming to the Library?" you said angrily.

"I'll make The runes of Kof-Kol again. Easy" said Stephen as he walked closer to Peter and changed his clothes to his usual tunic with a spell.

"Please be careful with that spell, Stephen.. I'm worried what will happen to us later" you said with a pleading tone of advice.

Stephen looked at you then pointed at Peter and told Peter to go to the basement first before Stephen slowly walked towards you. His arms wrapped around your body and he placed his chin on your head and kissed your hair softly while inhaling the smell of your hair lovingly. You hugged Stephen tightly and inhaled the smell of Stephen's body where there was a slight smell of hot chocolate and mint as well as the smell of old books. A smell that for you is quite comfortable and can be called a safe place.

" you don't have to worry, I promise I'll be careful.. If you need me just shout my name and I'll come in an instant.. ok? "said Stephen while stroking your back gently and lovingly.

You lifted your head from Stephen's chest and looked at Stephen's face. Your right hand let go and caressed Stephen's sharp cheekbone.

"It's not that I don't believe you, but you also know that I sometimes worry about what you do. That's why I'm worried that if something happens, who will help you later? Even though I don't know much about magic knowledge or cloak relic that can floating and living, I'll still help you no matter where you are." you said while peck Stephen's lips.

Stephen hummed as he grabbed your neck to kiss your lips for a long time before looking at you and loosening his embrace from your body and pulling back to look at you with his signature ego look.

"The way for you to help me is to just to be in bed" Stephen winked before he dramatically turned and walked towards the basement with the cloak swinging behind him.

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You close your laptop slowly before getting out of bed and start reaching for the cable to charge your laptop. You stretched your body and yawned a little before walking back to bed to plug the charging cable into the laptop. You then intended to make hot chocolate again in the kitchen so you took the empty mug and walked out of your and Stephen's room. The Sanctum was quite quiet right now. The students who helped shovel the snow must have been resting for a while. You know they have been shoveling snow for a long time so it is not wrong if they want to rest for a while. And strangely, there was no sound at all from the underground where Stephen and Peter were now. Perhaps the process of the runes is quite long to make.

So you plan to make hot chocolate for the two students. Slowly you walk on the slippery floor. Carefully step your feet so you don't slip. As soon as you reached the Sanctum stairs, you immediately held the stair rail tightly with your right hand. You look for the two students who are not shoveling in front of the stairs. Weird, you're going down slowly.

All of a sudden, the Sanctum began to shake as if there was a massive earthquake causing your hand grip on the rail to slip and you immediately slipped down the slippery stairs before landing with your head hitting the corner of the stairs hard causing your vision to blur and have a black spot in the corner your eyes.

"Mrs Strange!" screams were heard simultaneously, which to you were the voices of two students who volunteered to help shoveling snow there.

Your blurry vision that was getting darker and darker was only able to see the shadow of the two students before your eyes closed, your eyes managed to look at the third shadow behind the student. A glimpse of black and bushy hair. And with that, your vision darkened as if you had fallen into a dark ocean.

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Voices as if people were talking faintly sounded in your ears as soon as you started to wake up from unconsciousness. Your head is throbbing as if there is a drum in your head causing your headache to become painful. Of course this will cause you an extreme headache later. Your eyes began to open slowly as you flinched when the voice that was faint to you earlier became clear. You whimpered a little in pain as every sound made your head hurt. Immediately everything was silent.

You open your eyes and look around. It turns out that where you are now is your and Stephen's room. You tried to get up but suddenly a black figure quickly rushed to the side of your bed and grabbed your arm and back as if it was trying to help you sit up. You looked at that black glimpse.

"Stephen?"

'Stephen' looked at you strangely and confused before releasing his hold on you as soon as you were in a sitting position and pulled back but his eyes were still on you.

"Stephen? I'm Sherlock. Not Stephen. John, what is she saying?"Said 'Stephen' or known as Sherlock with a British accent looking to the man with sand blonde hair, short and dressed in a black jacket and black jeans who was standing not far from where the two of you were.

"Sherlock I think she's still semi-conscious-"

"-I'm fully aware ok. I'm not unconscious anymore. So I know what I'm talking about. And who are you anyway? Why is Stephen or Sherlock if you want to call him wearing clothes like this? As far as I know his hair is not curly like this." you said looking Sherlock up and down.

The man with sandy blonde hair approached you both slowly.

"My name is John Watson and I don't understand what you are saying right now. All we know is that we are solving a case and suddenly, here we are." John explained to you.

" and I am not the Stephen you say." replied Sherlock lazily as he rolled his eyes.

"Sherlock!" John insisted angrily as his eyes were fixed on Sherlock.

"It's true what I said. She keeps calling me Stephen. I don't know why." Sherlock replied.

"yeah but this is not the time to argue about that. Right now we have to think about how we want to go back to 221B" said John looking at you.

"I'm sorry if I interrupted. But what do you mean that you and he are suddenly here?" you said confusedly to the two men.

John looked at Sherlock with a face you couldn't read. Sherlock looked at John for a long moment before he let out a heavy sigh. John must have thought that Sherlock must have some sort of solution to this.

"I'm afraid I don't know how the two of us are here. All we know is that there's a flash of colour and the next thing we know we're in this 'museum'," explained Sherlock while running his hands through his curly hair.

You looked at the two of them for a long time before sighing heavily. It seems that this may have something to do with the spell that Stephen made. Nothing but this must have happened when Stephen made the spell.

" I think I know how to help you two. I have to go and see my husband.. " you said starting to get up but stopped when Sherlock grabbed your shoulder to sit back down.

You looked at Sherlock confused. Sherlock cocked his head to the side as if to indicate something. You looked at what Sherlock meant and gasped as you saw your right leg wrapped in a white bandage.

"I suggest you don't need to walk for a few weeks. You sprained your ankle when you fell down the slippery stairs so I've bandaged your leg and treated your head. Nothing serious, you might just have a headache but that will go away with time," explained John in doctor mode.

"oh, thank you for helping me. It seems we have to wait for Stephen to come to the room, then we can help you" you said.

Sherlock and John nodded. The atmosphere in the room was quiet again. Only the sound of motorcycle and car engines can be heard from outside the Sanctum even though it is muffled because of the windows but you can still hear how busy New York City is. Sherlock and John who were still confused by the current atmosphere seemed to have relaxed a little with the quiet atmosphere. Maybe that's what they want. Quiet and peaceful.

Maybe with the current situation, this is the best time for them to think of a way to go home. You looked at Sherlock who was now at the window looking at New York City with a frown on his face. He was definitely not used to the atmosphere of a big and noisy city compared to where he lived. Maybe?

Sherlock's face, which is indeed similar to your husband's face, makes you amazed at how different and the same they are when they stand next to each other. His clean shaven face without any goatee, even his curly hair that looks soft makes you want to run your fingers through his hair a few times just to feel how soft his hair is.

The way of wearing it is quite different compared to what your husband wears. The black trench coat and blue scarf look neat tied around his neck, probably because he doesn't want to get cold. But, no matter how different he is from your husband. You remain faithful to your true husband until the end of your life. Maybe Sherlock will find a girl like you? we don't know. Love doesn't always come rolling, what we need to do is find true love.

"so umm... Are you two partners or colleagues?" you said suddenly trying to make a conversation.

John looked at you before clearing his throat. " we can be said to be colleagues but we are also flatmates. Although, Sherlock's behavior is quite  rude, we are still friends. He trusts me and I trust him. Although some people think we are umm.. more than friends. But, it's not true. I'm a married man and Sherlock has a girlfriend, so over time the rumors just...disappeared"

You raised an eyebrow. Sherlock has a girlfriend?

Sherlock looked at you for a moment before looking back at the window. "yes, is there a problem?"

You shook your head quickly. " no no. John just said your behavior is a bit rude but it doesn't mean you can't afford to have a girlfriend. You are just like my husband, Stephen.. although his behavior is a bit cocky and his ego is a bit high, he knows how to take care of a woman who he calls his wife" you smiled to yourself.

Sherlock was speechless. His eyes were still focused on the outside of the window before he slowly turned his gaze towards you.

"Her name is Y/n. Yeah, you're just like her. Strong but she knows her limits. Fierce but kind at the same time. Likes to help others a lot. That's what I like about her. Stubborn too. That's the reason why I'm not surprised to see you is because to me you are just like her. There is no difference, only the way you throw your words is different. She is more soft but firm and you are more firm but soft." Sherlock said softly, his hand in his pocket gently stroking the black box.

You were stunned by what Sherlock said. It turns out that he admires the girl he loves without realizing it. The verse that is said to be arranged is beautiful like a poem. He really loves that girl. Even if the girl has the same name and face as you, no matter how different the version of Stephen in this universe is, it will definitely be united with the girl they really admire. And that girl is you.

You looked at John who was looking at Sherlock with his mouth slightly open. "What's wrong, John?"

John jerked away from his gaze and looked at you, his head a little closer to your ear. And then he whispered.

"this is the first time he admitted that he loves Y/n to someone else. All this time it was all done quietly and in his own way. So this is a bit of a surprise to me. He never told what 'our' Y/n is like to anyone but me " explained John in a whisper. Worried that his statement was heard by Sherlock who was now still in his own mind.

You nodded in understanding and looked at Sherlock. John pulled himself away from you and walked over to the chair not far from your bed, his hands clasped and gently stroked.

"umm.. how long will it take for your husband to come back?" asked John.

" I don't think it will be long because he is in the basement. So maybe he will come up soon. " you replied while tugging at your shirt.

Sherlock sighed quickly and ran his fingers through his hair repeatedly as if his mind was reeling. He then walked back and forth in the same place before walking and sitting on the end of your bed. He sighed heavily.

"oh please hurry up. I'm bored" Sherlock said with a complaining tone.

You looked at Sherlock confused then looked at John with a questioning look on your face. John looked at you as if he understood what you meant.

" don't mind him. He's always like that when he's bored. Complains and sometimes shoots the wall with a gun.. But that's when 'our' Y/n isn't in the flat.. if Y/n is there, of course he'll just stick with Y/n ." John said to you, shrugging his shoulders as if he'd had enough of Sherlock's behavior.

"shoot a wall? like really shoot a wall with a real gun? Aren't other people angry?" you asked widening your eyes slightly as if in disbelief.

John nodded and sighed. "yeah, of course our landlady is angry with Sherlock but because she's had enough of Sherlock's behavior it's become a habit. It's just that the price of the flat has increased"

" That's when your Y/n isn't there.. but what does he do when your Y/n is in the flat? " you asked John again.

"well, Sherlock usually just puts his head on Y/n's lap and Y/n will play with her hair as if that will calm Sherlock's mind. That's the calmest thing when Y/n is in our flat. All things or experiments are not touch by him if Sherlock is stuck with Y/n" said John looking at Sherlock who was looking out the window. Perhaps his attention was lost the moment he entered his mind.

You nodded understanding what John explained. Even though Sherlock looks cold and a little rude, he still has a kind and gentle nature to his lover. Also, just by looking at Sherlock you can imagine what it would be like if Stephen took criminology instead of the medical field. Surely Stephen will be like Sherlock. Thirst with knowledge and criminal cases must be his main characteristic. There is no difference at all.

You looked back at John but before you could open your mouth, Stephen opened the bedroom door wide and entered the bedroom you shared with his face covered in claw marks and bruises. Stephen limped into the room slowly.

Your eyes then light up when you see Stephen but turn worried when you see your husband's condition. The startled John quickly got up and walked towards Stephen to help him.

"Stephen! " you called in a soft voice plus a hint of concern towards Stephen.

Stephen who was limping and helped by John looked at you with a relieved face before turning to worry when his eyes looked at you who was lying on the bed with one leg wrapped.

"Honey, what happened to you? Are you ok?" Stephen asked worriedly and tried to go towards you with John's help. Stephen was still unaware of the presence of two men there even though he was helped by John. All his attention is only on you.

" Don't worry about me, dear. My ankle is just sprained and I'm sure I have a slight concussion but what we need to worry about is you, Steph.. what's going on?" you replied in a worried tone and tried to move towards Stephen but you winced in pain as you moved your bandaged leg.

Stephen sighed heavily and began to sit on the edge of the bed. John then stepped back trying to give the two couples privacy. Sherlock, who had been in the realm of his mind, started to snapped out of his mind and looked at you and his variant. Sherlock began to make deductions against Stephen.

Stephen rubbed your bandaged leg gently so that it would not put any pressure on your sprained leg. You looked at Stephen with a worried frown.

"What happened? you asked Stephen as your hand tried to reach Stephen's hand that was stroking your bandaged leg.

"well.. you know what Peter wants right? So I cast the spell but it started backfired and everything went haywire. And guess what, I found a lizard monster in the basement so I fought it and put it in the cell. It's pretty strong too and that's why I got some of these injuries. " Stephen explained. His hand then reached your hand and stroked it gently.

You let out a deep breath. Fortunately, nothing bad happened to Stephen and he only had injuries that could be treated with a first aid kit and enough rest. Luckily nothing bad happened after that. You frowned.

"So, the spell you cast and backfired is what caused this Sanctum to shake?" you make assumptions right away.

Stephen lowered his head slightly before looking at you with pleading eyes.

"yes.." replied Stephen with a small voice.

" and that spell caused the detective version of you to appear with his friend?" you said again as you pointed your index finger towards Sherlock and John.

Stephen raised his head quickly and looked at you with a confused face.

"sorry?" Stephen asked in a confused tone.

"the detective version of you appeared after I fell down the Sanctum stairs. Luckily, his friend helped me with a sprained leg and my head. Otherwise, I'd still be at the end of the Sanctum stairs." you murmured to Stephen.

Stephen immediately looked at your pointing finger and let out a heavy breath as his eyes widened to see his own twin standing upright next to the window of your room. Sherlock who looked narrowly at Stephen stiffened when he saw another version of himself in front of him.

The two men looked at each other in silence. Their eyes study each other's faces and selves quickly. Honestly, Stephen himself doesn't know whether this is an impressive thing or not because one, of course he was quite amazed when he could see another version of himself although it was a bit strange because he saw himself in front of his eyes and secondly, it was also quite dangerous if any variants who set foot in another universe, it will definitely result in bad things like incursion.

Talk about Incursion made Stephen widen his eyes with shock.

Stephen quickly shook his head in distress. "no, no no.. this is very dangerous. The two of you cannot be in this universe. It's too dangerous. One step in another universe, that universe will be destroyed and disappear from existence. This is all a mistake" Stephen rambled with stress while walking one places around the room.

John looked at Sherlock hoping Sherlock knew what Stephen meant. Destroyed and disappeared from existence. These two gentlemen should not be in this universe let alone other variants from different universes.

And what Stephen knew was that he was already fucked up after he cast the spell. Sherlock can only see the version of himself that is in distress and walking in that place. Back and forth steps were arranged by Stephen while rubbing his head. Stephen's injuries became numb and forgotten.

John decided to open his mouth. "You see, we here don't know what's going on right now. All we know is that your wife told us that you can take us back to.. our universe"

Stephen stopped and looked at John confused. "and you are?"

"John Watson, call me John" John introduced himself.

Stephen nodded his head. "Doctor Stephen Strange. Doctor Strange is fine" Stephen replied and looked at Sherlock with a frown. "and who's this friend of yours?"

John looked at Sherlock who was still standing stiffly by the window. "That's Sherlock Holmes.. just call him Sherlock.. Don't mind him, he's always like that. Trying to make some deductions."

Stephen nodded his head in understanding. Although Stephen knows who Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson are due to him having read Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's books in his spare time. But he does not expect that the real Sherlock Holmes is a variant of himself. He excepted that Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson would appear as in the book describe both of them and in Victorian era clothing but his expectations were wrong just seeing the way they both wore.

Although the way they both dress is quite good for the season in London, it is also good that they wear such clothes in Sanctum because Sanctum is still in a 'Christmas holiday' state.

You, who had been a witness to the conversation, began to open your mouth after being silent for a 'long time'. "Stephen, I think we need to treat your injury. I'm afraid there will be an infection and we can continue this while Doctor Watson is here treating your wound. Doctor Watson, you go to the bathroom and open the bathroom mirror. In there we keep first aid kit." You told John.

John nodded and walked into the bathroom. Stephen sighed heavily.

"Do you still want to stand there or do you want to ask questions?" Stephen sighed tiredly.

As if he had just woken up from his mind reverie, Sherlock jerked out of his Mind Palace. His mind played some questions that only his variant could tell. The Great Sherlock Holmes himself does not know how the universe works let alone know about the solar system.

Stephen sighed weakly and shook his head several times trying to get rid of the dizziness that was growing in his head. "I still can't believe I will discover a variants from another universes let alone my own variant" Stephen paused and looked at Sherlock. "seems like you have a question to ask"

Sherlock nodded slightly. "although I believe in science but what is happening now is a bit confusing for me"

"I can say the same thing for you. Even I know everything about universes and mystics but this is really out of control and shouldn't happen" Stephen rubbing his chin with both hands.

Sherlock cocked his eyebrows at Stephen. "and why is that?"

"Because once any variants or things from the alternative universe are traced in another universe, it will trigger something that can bring chaos to that universe" Stephen explained.

Sherlock frowned. Meanwhile John came out of the bathroom with a first aid kit in his hand and walked towards Stephen. The first aid kit was opened and John began to enter his Doctor mode and began to treat the wound on Stephen's face.

"don't bother telling him about that, Doctor Strange. He doesn't know that the earth goes around the sun let alone knows about things like this" John muttered.

You stifled a giggle and put a palm over your mouth to hide your smile. Sherlock grumbled unpleasantly when he heard what John said then he turned his gaze to the window again.

"and by the way. Back to the trigger something.. how long do you think it will take to start happening?" John asked with concern. "we didn't want to cause any danger in your universe, honestly"

Stephen sighed. "I don't know.. let's just hope it doesn't happen so quickly"

"also, we still need to find out how to bring you both back to your universe" you stated.

Sherlock looked at you. "can you do magic too?"

"uhm.. no. I don't have magic like Stephen, I'm just a university lecturer" You replied.

"Y/n in our universe is a Detective Inspector at Scotland Yard. From there Sherlock knows her" John said all of the sudden as his hand dabbed cotton on Stephen's wounds.

Stephen winced as the stinging pain flashed across his face. John looked at Stephen apologetically before continuing his work.

"Stephen met me.. correction bumping into me and causing my coffee to spill all over him that's how we both met. Years later we both got married and still have no children but we are still happy" you smiled towards Stephen passionately.

Sherlock looked at you both for a long time. This is what will happen if he and your version are in his universe. His hand in his pocket tightly holding the ring box.

Just as Sherlock was about to open his mouth, your phone made a loud 'ping' sound indicating that notifications had arrived.

You looked at your phone on the bedside table and reached for it. The screen opens and the dim light from your screen shines on your face. Sherlock, Stephen and John just looked at you.

Your face is shocked when you receive a message from one of your students which is the latest news about the attack on the bridge but what makes you more shocked is Spiderman and squid man? who made havoc there. You quickly flipped your phone and directed it to Stephen.

Stephen widened his eyes and quickly got up from his sitting position causing John to jerk in surprise at the sudden movement.

"i have to go" Stephen said then leaned and kissed your forehead.

You nodded in understanding and caressed his cheek. "be safe" you muttered to him with concern.

Stephen nodded and walked out of the room you two shared. The two grown men who are with you can only witness the situation unfolding in front of them with confused and worried faces (John who is worried).

"What's wrong?" Sherlock spoke after a few moments of silence.

"He needs to get Peter before something untoward happens" you muttered.

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*Time Skips*

After the whole fiasco where Peter trapped Stephen in the Grand Canyon and he ran away with a cube that contained spells in the hope of changing the fate of the villains there, well that's what Peter said to you before he and the others left the Sanctum. You worriedly pacing with a slight limp in the main room of the Sanctum with a concerned face engraved.

You don't know how long you've been pacing around because you're worried about Stephen's condition now, you don't know how to open the portal. Stephen always said that he does not recommend you to learn magic because for him it is dangerous even though a simple spells can lead to a dangerous situation. You just scoffed at that. Said the one who always casts simple spells and leads into dangerous situations.

John and Sherlock who are 'still' in the Sanctum can only see your distressed session. John who was sitting on the steps was staring into space at the same time unconsciously tapping his foot on the floor while Sherlock was observing everything in the Sanctum trying to get rid of his boredom.

"it's been twelve hours he's trapped.. I don't know what happened to him and yet I'm here doing nothing to help him" You said with a worried tone.

"Calm down, Y/n. He's a Sorcerer of course he's fine. You don't need to worry about him.. Just sit here you shouldn't put pressure on your sprained leg. It will interfere with its healing" John tapped the spot beside him with his left hand.

"What if something happens to him? And I can't do anything. I don't have magic like Stephen" you said worriedly as you take a seat besides John.

"he's a great man, he'll be back later. You shouldn't worry about him. He might be dealing with what happened now." John assured you while patting your shoulder. He looked at Sherlock who was trying to hold the artifacts there. "Sherlock" he called.

Sherlock withdrew his fingers from touching the artifacts there and turned his gaze on John. He grumbled and sat next to you. Now you are among British men. One that looks like your husband and one that looks like one of the CIA agents you see on TV.

"I just wish he's okay, that's all. That's what a wife should do right? Worry about their husband's well-being" you murmured.

"Mary don't do that" Sherlock muttered.

John glared at him. "Pardon?"

Sherlock grumbled and looked away. You looked at Sherlock with confusion engraved on your face.

"Mary? As in Mary Watson?" You asked.

"My wife." John replied, smiling to himself.

"She sounds lovely"

"oh she was lovely.. Still is" John looked down his lap with sorrow.

"Was?" you furrowed your eyebrows.

"She's passed away a few years ago. It's complicated but everything is sorted out" John said, grieving.

"Oh, John.. I'm sorry for your loss. She's probably in a good place" you said, rubbing his back in a comforting way.

"Thanks" John said lowly. "without her me and Sherlock will not make up after a long time of not being on the same page for some reason regarding her death. She saved us one last time. Well, she's probably going to kill us if we still don't see each other. Rosie going to be pisses to her dad for that" John added.

"at least she has a favorite auntie and uncle by her side" Sherlock interrupted.

"yeah, well. obviously you and Y/n are her favorites. You both spoiled her too much with the puzzle. Now she's obsessed." John complained.

"It's good for 5 years old to grow up with the great brain. Otherwise you spoiled her with Mrs Hudson biscuits" Sherlock shot back his response.

"Rosie's first word is Murder. Murder! Not daddy or Papa. It's all your fault for teaching her that word" John said loudly.

Two British men fighting like old married couples? yup. Your day is very beautiful.

" her first word is Murder. Well.. that's quite surprising" You are dumbfounded.

"I expected she said mother but I heard it wrong.. She loudly said Murder. Now you know whose fault" John crossed his arms.

"At least she doesn't have a bad temper like yours" Sherlock said flatly.

"what?" John glared at Sherlock.

"nothing." Sherlock looked at you. "She and Y/n are very inseparable. Y/n loves her like her own daughter so no wonder Rosie has almost the same personality as Y/n. She follows her everywhere" Sherlock said admiringly.

"You really love her, don't you?" you said, grinning at him.

"Well, love is a strong word but yes. You can say that. Mycroft still debating with himself when I say that I have a girlfriend" Sherlock muttered.

You nodded in understanding and thought into space. The Sanctum is quiet.

"You know, it's a bit weird knowing that the characters from the books I read when I was little actually exist in another universe. Let alone have the same face as my husband." you chuckled.

"I'm still debating with myself that the Multiverse exists. Let alone meet the same person as my girlfriend" Sherlock said.

"I'm still in the state of making sure this is not a dream by the way" John spoke.

"well, Mr Watson. It's one hundred percent real and not a dream" you replied, smirking.

"But still, being in another universe is not our line of work" Sherlock said next to you.

You sighed lightly. "Is it true that you once encountered Professor Moriarty?"

"Moriarty is not a professor in our universe but well he claimed himself as a Consulting Mastermind. Well, he's dead now.. So no need to worry"

"is it Reinchenbach Fall? He's dead because he fell right?" You tilted your head slightly.

"he shot himself with a gun.. I was the one who jumped not him.. I'm pretending to be dead for 2 years just to destroy his network" Sherlock replied.

"oh, yeah.. i read about that too.. You pretended to be dead for 2 years... Gosh, that must be bothering you, isn't it?" You said, glancing at Sherlock sympathetically.

"You can say that" Sherlock replied.

"It's sound weird that you know everything because you read books about us even though you've never been to our place" John blurted after a long time silent.

"Well, the timeline in the book is the Victorian era, so compared to your modern era, there is no difference. The characters and the story lines are almost the same," you explained.

"but not all of them, right?" John looked at you.

You nodded. "yup" you thought for a moment. "Gosh, it's been a while.. I'm starting to worry about him" you rubbed your arms anxiously.

Sherlock awkwardly put his hand on your back and rubbed it gently in a comforting way.

"He's okay, Y/n..Don't worry about him.. Like you said he has magic so he knows when to protect himself" John reassured you.

"but what if something happens-"

The sound of the spark started to be heard in the middle of the Sanctum where the three of you were. You started to wake up with Sherlock's help. Both hands hug yourself as you try to warm yourself. There Stephen came out of the portal with scratches and cuts on his face. He looked obviously tired.

His body bends a little, probably his ribs are sore after fighting for a long time. You sighed in relief and rushed to Stephen. You immediately put Stephen's right hand on your shoulder as you helped him to sit on the Sanctum stairs.

"Oh, Stephen. Thank God you're okay" you put both hands on Stephen's cheek and caressed his cheek.

Stephen sighed heavily before putting his forehead against yours. He closed his eyes tiredly. "it takes a long time to handle that opponent"

"Are those villains already defeated? What happened to Spiderman?" You asked concerned.

"I already took them all back to their universes.. It took a long time to handle that because of Goblin. Spiderman is also okay, he's the ones who cure them all" Stephen explained.

"Oh, what a relief. At least you're okay" you said while looking at the injury on his face. "Luckily it's just a small wounds and not a big one. Need me to clean it?"

"no need, I can use healing spells besides I have one last job to do" Stephen opened his eyes and glanced at the Baker Street duo.

Stephen started to get up and walk forward facing the duo. "I believe this is the time for you two to return to your universe. Can't risk any danger in this universe, right?"

"yes.. of course.. We don't want that to happen" John replied.

"the spell doesn't hurt, it's just a bit tickle so both of you will arrive in your universe as usual" Stephen explained.

Sherlock nodded in understanding. "Thanks for letting us both sit here for a while. We appreciate it"

Stephen nodded then held out his hand to shake Sherlock's hand. Sherlock reached out and shook his hand.

"Until next time" Stephen nodded.

Sherlock nodded. John looked at you with appreciation.

"Thanks, Y/n. for explaining and letting us stay here.. Also for helping us get used to being here for a while. We owe it to you both" John said.

"You don't owe us anything, John. Besides, thanks for helping me about what happened earlier. Thanks for treating my injuries." you said to him with a smile.

You turned your gaze to Sherlock. "and you, Mr. Holmes. Make sure you propose to Y/n with a lot of books as a gift, yes? Don't think I didn't see your hand in your pocket, fidgeting with the ring box. Make sure she said yes even though she always says yes to you" you warned him.

Sherlock was stunned. His face turned red. John gawked at Sherlock while Stephen smirked.

"you-"

"right, shall we?" Sherlock cut him off by telling Stephen to leave.

Stephen smirked then nodded and then he began to cast a spell to send them both back to their universe.

Their bodies glowed with a bright yellow light and slowly they disappeared in front of you both. Sherlock nodded his appreciation at the two of you before disappearing in your sight.

You looked at Stephen with a grin. "well, that went well"

"yes.. it went well, honey" Stephen put his hand on your hips.

"now, why don't we just clean ourselves up and treat those injuries? After that we can just marathon read Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's books in our room? what do you think?" you suggested

"Is there hot chocolate?" Stephen smirked at you.

"oh, Husband. Of course there is. Besides Sanctum is still in the Christmas spirit, so we need more hot chocolate" you smiled teasingly at him.

"well, my wife. Lead the way then" Stephen squeezed your hips teasingly causing you to shriek.

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Seiyuu: Toriumi Kousuke, Katsuyuki Konishi, Midorikawa Hikaru, Kaji Yuki, Hirakawa Daisuke, Takashi Kondou, Takahiro Sakurai, Kimura Ryouhei, Tatsuhisa Suzuki, Kishio Daisuke, Morikawa Toshiyuki & Morikubo Shoutaro

Translator’s note: This CD felt really nostalgic for some reason because it offers some quality REIJI SUFFERING HOURS. If there’s one thing which has stuck with me from the early era (HDB/MB) drama CDs, it’s that Reiji almost always got the short end of the stick, haha. While it’s no different here, I can’t help but feel like it’s kind of his own fault. For someone who prides himself over being oh-so smart, maybe it wasn’t clever to mention having savings around 11 Vampires who are clearly desperate for that sweet, sweet cash. 

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Shin: Haah…

*Flip*

Shin: Damn…This is looking pretty bad…Haah…Ugh. At this rate, we’ll…

Carla: Shin. …What have you been mumbling about this whole time?

Shin: Ahー Nii-san. You see, we’ve run into some trouble you see…

Carla: Trouble? Is your heart aching because I haven’t been attempting to murder you as of late? 

Shin: No. I’m definitely not complaining about that part…

Carla: Then what is it? Tell me. I might just offer you my advice. 

Shin: Eh? Eeeh…But I feel like you’re not the right person to ask in this case…

Carla: Who do you think I am? 

Shin: Who? I mean…The King of Founders…and my older brother.

Carla: Exactly. It is your duty to report everything to me, without hiding any details. Now, ell me. 

Shin: Hm…Actuallyーー We’ve run out.

Carla: Run out of what? Be more specific.

Shin: Money! We’re all out of money!

Carla: Money? 

Shin: Here, take a look at this bill. It displays all of our spendings for this month. They’re through the roof because you keep on buying things like whole legs of cured ham or weird abstract paintings behind my back!

Carla: No need to get so upset, Shin. I needed all of those things.

Shin: Necessary? I don’t believe that. I’ll give you a pass on the cured ham, but can you truly say the same about that painting which looks like a child went ham with their crayons doodled a bunch of pasta noodles on a blank canvas!? 

Carla: If I deem it necessary, then it is. 

Shin: Ugh…I figured you’d say that, hence why I didn’t want to bring it up. Anyway, we’ll need to come up with a way to make money. 

Carla: Can’t we have the masses donate to us? Have you tried asking Mertz to hand some over?

Shin: I’ve long tried that. I’m not sure if he knows I’m trying to ask for money, but he’s been completely ignoring my messages.

Carla: Then why don’t we make it easy on ourselves and just take it from random people around these parts? 

Shin: But if we choose the criminal path, we won’t be able to move freely around in the human world, will we? …Oh, right! I guess those guys would be an option!

Carla: The Sakamaki and Mukami family? If I recall correctly, Karlheinz has infiltrated this world and has been dabbling in politics alongside his connection with the Church. 

Shin: Yup, exactly. I heard he’s pretty stacked. …Heh. It shouldn’t be an issue then. It’s settled then. Let’s have those guys provide us with money. 

Shin gets up. 

Shin: Time is money! I’ll go give them a visit right away. 

Carla: I shall come with you as well.

Shin: Eh? No need to bother, really…

Carla: I cannot imagine they will simply hand over the money. If I am there as well, it should have at least somewhat of an impact. It is for the sake of my cured ham and paintings, therefore I have no other choice. 

Shin: Seems like you don’t want to give those up, no matter what, Nii-san…

*TIMESKIP*

*Flip flip* 

Reiji: Haahー … We’re cutting it close again this month as well. I suppose we spent a little too much. No, that’s not the problem. It’s all because of all the unnecessary repair costs we had to pay to have the manor fixed. Good grief…

Ayato: Reiji. 

Reiji: The answer is no. 

Ayato: But I haven’t even asked anything yet!? 

Reiji: I know exactly what you’ll ask of me. I bet you’re here to pester me for cash, correct? Either way, the answer stays no. …Well, I suppose it would be more accurate to say I cannot.

Ayato: Che…You stingy Four-Eyes!

Reiji: Oh my, are you sure you can afford to throw such insults at my head? May I remind you that I am the one who monitors the money of this family? 

Ayato: Che…What’s your problem!? I’m all out of money to buy takoyaki tomorrow. Can’t you lend me a lil’? 

Reiji: What part of ‘no’ do you not comprehend? Or rather, I cannot give you something which I do not have. 

Kanato: Reiji! Do you have a second? 

Reiji: Kanato, you too…Wha!? 

Laito: Nfu~ Actually, I’m here too!

Subaru: You can’t blame us, can you!? 

Shuu: If you’re handing out money, I’ll take some as well. 

Reiji: How do you guys think the economy works!? I gave all of you pocket money a mere three days ago, didn’t I!? 

Laito: The amount you gave us wasn’t nearly enough! I went on a couple of days with some girls and poof, it’s all gone!

Kanato: Exactly. I could barely buy any sweets with it.

Subaru: It was clearly too little. 

Shuu: Yes, exactly. You should just hand us the goods already. Hurry up. 

Reiji: No. ーー Or rather, we’re all out of money for this month. 

Ayato: Aah…!? Don’t be lyin’ to us! We know that you’re still hidin’ some!

Reiji: That would be my personal money. I’ve been setting some of my gainings aside each month and I shall not be sharing any of it with you guys, obviously. 

Subaru: Haah!? Fuck off! You’re tryin’ to live the good life all by yourself, aren’t you!? 

Reiji: You can try and threaten me all you want. If you want money that badly, why not ask Father for some instead of me? 

Shuu: Haah…The Old Man, huh?

Ayato: …!! 

Kanato: Laito. You go and ask Father for money. 

Laito: Haah!? Why me!? …As my older brother, it’s your duty to do that, isn’t it?

Kanato: …!! I-I don’t want to! As if I ever could!

Subaru: Just so you know, I’m not doin’ it either!

Reiji: Well, there you have it, so why not simply give up? If you upset Father, he might just send you to Mars for real this time. 

*Ding・dong* 

Reiji: Hm? A visitor? Was someone coming over today?

*TIMESKIP*

Shin: …And there you have it. Now give us the money. 

Reiji: You are catching me quite by surprise but…I do not see why we would need to lend you money? 

Subaru: Exactly. I mean, if we could go and hand it out for free, we wouldn’t be strugglin’ so much ourselves. 

Carla: What do you mean by that? 

Laito: Haah…In short, our family is just as short on cash as yours is. 

Ayato: Exactly! You can’t get noodles from a stone!

Kanato: Ayato, you idiot. It’s ‘soda’, not ‘noodles’. (1)

Carla: What a bunch of fools… 

Shin: Honestly, I don’t care but maybe you shouldn’t be telling lies? Who do you think you’re dealing with, huh? We’re respectable Founders, remember? Do you understand that? 

Reiji: They’re not lying. It’s the truth. Our current savings are non-existent. I almost want to show you our bank extracts, honestly. 

Carla: Sakamaki Tougo is portrayed as a wealthy individual, is he not? It does not take a genius to figure that one out. Don’t underestimate us. 

Shuu: You’re the one making a big mistake by assuming that we’re rich just because the Old Man is. 

Ayato: Yeah! That Shitty Old Man…He’s makin’ that sweet, sweet cash but he won’t even share a single penny with us! 

Kanato: Exactly…! I’ve heard that children from other wealthy families sometimes get up to one million yen for New Year’s. Yet we still have to do with only three thousand! Uuu…Uuuu~  (2)

Shin: …A-Are you…for real? 

Subaru: Dead serious. 

Carla: …!

Shin: Nii-san, what now? We’ve barked up the wrong tree. I feel like we shouldn’t expect too much from the Mukami family either at this rate…

Carla: We cannot know for sure until we ask. They were born and raised as humans, so perhaps they are skilled at saving money. 

Ruki: …What is this about us? 

The Mukami’s arrive to the scene. 

Kou: Hey there, my fellow Vampire comrades~

Subaru: The fuck’s you guys’ problem…? Whatcha all flockin’ together here for!? 

Yuma: Let’s say we’ve got a serious situation goin’ on.  

Azusa: We didn’t actually want to but…Ruki said that we have no other choice but to come and ask for it all together…

Laito: Heeh~? You’re here to ask something from us? How unusual. 

Ruki: Kou had the glorious idea to burn through our family’s entire budget.

Kou: I didn’t have any ill will! There just so happened to be a couple of things I really wanted…Whoopsie~

Yuma: ‘Whoopsie’, my ass! Ya better don’t believe that’ll get ya away with it!

Reiji: …! Don’t tell me…You guys are having money issues as well? 

Ruki: ‘As well’, you say? Don’t tell me…Are the two Tsukinami’s here to beg you for money as well? 

Carla: Do not put it in such a vulgar way. We are Founders. In other words, you Vampires are obligated to submit to us. We came here to have you bow down to us and offer everything you have. 

Azusa: So in other words…You’re trying to blackmail them? 

Shin: We’re not! We’ve already made our point!

Ruki: Who cares about that. Reiji. You get the gist of the situation now so…Would you be so kind to share some money with us? 

Reiji: Good grief…As I already explained to the two gentlemen over there earlier, I am afraid that we cannot offer something we do not have. 

Ruki: You don’t? Is that true? Don’t you guys get showered in money by Karlheinz-sama? 

Ayato: No way. 

Laito: I guess you could say it’s part of his educational approach, but he believes that children should learn how to be mindful with money. (3)

Shin: Nii-san, what are we gonna do now? Seems like the Mukami’s are all out of money too. 

Carla: …

Yuma: Ahー Guess we’ve got no other no other choice but to work, huh? 

Reiji: Exactly. If we get a daytime job, we should be able to save up enough money to get through our everyday lives. Speaking of which…Kou, you have a job, don’t you? 

Shuu: Now that you mention it. You’re an idol, aren’t you? 

Carla: An idol…Which means you’re actually fairly rich? 

Kou: J-Just so we’re all on the same page on this, but like what was mentioned, I blew through all my money so I no longer have anything!

Subaru: Smells fishy to me. I bet this guy is actually loaded on cash despite what he’s sayin’. 

Kou: S-Subaru-kun! Don’t put weird ideas into everyone’s head! Besides, if I did have secret savings, I would have long revealed them! It’s pure humiliation to have to bow our heads to you guys like this! 

Ayato: Which means we’ve really got no other choice but to work, huh? 

Kanato: I’m against the idea! Not in a million years will I work!

Shin: You say that but you’ve got no other choice, do you? We’ll wait, so you guys hurry up and go make us some money through working, okay?

Subaru: Ah? I think you’re gettin’ the wrong idea here. Even if we do earn some money through workin’, we’re not gonna lend it to you fuckers.

Carla: Like I previously stated, it is your duty to hand over your money to us.

Ayato: Idiot! Like we give a damn ‘bout that!

Carla gets upset.

Ayato: …Y-You don’t have to get that angry, do you?

Carla: You fiend…Try repeating yourself one more time. What was that you said just now?

Ayato: W-Well…

Shin: …!! A-Ayato! Take your statement back right now! Or do you want this manor to get blown to bits!? 

Reiji: Blown to bits!? Excuse me, Ayato! Do you have any idea how much it’ll cost to have the manor rebuilt from scratch!? Apologize at once!

Ayato: Ugh…My bad…

Carla: …Oh well, I suppose I can let it slide. In return, come and bring us the money at once. Do you understand? 

Shuu: Good grief…This is what we have to deal with, huh? So, what are we gonna do now? Just so you don’t, I don’t want to work. 

Subaru: I’m not workin’ either.

Laito: I mean, me neither but what are we gonna do about our money issues? 

Kanato: Can’t Reiji just hand over his savings? 

Reiji: I figured you’d say that. However, like I mentioned earlieーー

Ruki: If you have any savings left, give them to us. 

Yuma: Anyway, why would ya first claim to be all out when you’ve actually got some savings put aside? If ya the money to us, it’ll solve all problems. 

Kou: Ahー Geez, I actually was seriously worried for nothing.£

Azusa: Hey, Reiji-san…You’ll give us the money, right? 

Everyone stares at Reiji intensely

Reiji: …!? Excuse me…? Why are you staring at me like that!? …Let me inform you just in case, but trying to force me to pay will not work. I will not give in to your threats. 

Carla: Then we simply do not resort to coercion, correctly? All we need to do is make it so you will gladly hand us the money. 

Ruki: I see. I suppose we have that option. What a genius idea. 

Reiji: D-Do not be ridiculous! What on earth makes you believe I will want to do that?

Shin: I wonder? We won’t know until you try, right? 

Reiji: …W-What are you planning to do!? 

*Rustle* 

Shuu: …Reiji, let me give you a shoulder massage. 

Reiji: …!? 

Shuu: Don’t be modest now. 

Ayato: Reiji! I’ll feed you this takoyaki I’ve got over here! Come on, open wide! ‘Aaahn!’

Reiji: …N-No thank you!

Kou: Hmm~ In that case, I rarely ever give someone such a treat but I’ll perform the currently number-one popular idol song live for you! 

Reiji: No, no, no! Please don’t sing!

Yuma: Geez…Ya give me no other choice. Ya can have as many of the summer vegetables from my field as ya want. Totally free!

Reiji: That does sound tempting…No, no, if anything, you should sell those vegetables to make money yourself. 

Yuma: Nah, I’ll only get some small change for it.

Ruki: Then how does this sound? I shall cook for you using Yuma’s vegetables. 

Reiji: I prefer cooking myself rather than eating!

Laito: Then how about this? I’ll wash your back for you~!

Reiji: Please don’t even suggest something so creepy! …Ah, god!

*Thud* 

Reiji: You guys can say whatever you want, but I’m not giving you any of my savings! End of the story!

Kanato: E-Excuse me!? Where are you going!? 

Reiji: Away from you lot. 

Azusa: No…You can’t. 

Reiji: Mukami Azusa…Move aside at once. 

Azusa: No, I won’t move. Hey…Please listen to my request? If you do, you can hit me all you want. Okay? 

Reiji: Wha…!? Y-Your request…? I bet you also want to ask for money, correct? Besides, I fail to see what I would gain from this deal. Isn’t getting hit basically your hobby?

Azusa: It isn’t.

Reiji: …!? Then what is it!? 

Azusa: My life? 

Shin: That suddenly got deep. 

Reiji: Whatever. Just please step aside. Iーー

Carla puts his hand on Reiji’s shoulder. 

Carla: You are not getting away. 

Reiji: …!! What do you want, Carla? Get your hand off me. 

Carla: I am afraid you will have to sacrifice you for the sake of my cured ham and painting collection! …Shin!

Shin: Roger~! 

*Rustle* 

Shin: Now behave, okay? 

*Rustle* 

Reiji: …!? W-What are you going to do!? 

Carla: Of course, I would have loved to be able to refrain from resorting to such extreme measures. However, none of this would have happened if you would have simply given us the money right away. 

Reiji: Hah? 

Carla: Oi, you lot! Do not stand there spacing out but help out!

Shuu: Haah…What a drag. But I guess it can’t be helped. It’s for the greater good…I don’t want to have to give up on my CDs either. 

Ayato: Yeah. …Reiji. Don’t take it personally, ‘kay? 

*Thud* 

Kanato: It’s for my sweets, so I’m sure you can understand, right? 

*Thud* 

Laito: I’ve got a couple of dates planned out already as well, so you leave me no other choice~ 

*Thud* 

Subaru: Maybe you shouldn’t have been so stingy, huh? 

*Thud* 

Reiji: …!? Y-You guys…! Aren’t you embarrassed, letting those Founders order you around like that!? 

Ruki: We haven’t become their loyal servants, really. We simply…Right.

*Thud* 

Ruki: Share a mutual interest right now. 

Reiji: …!! Ruki, even you…

Kou: Don’t worry~! We won’t hurt you…!

*Thud* 

Yuma: Hehehe…Now we’re talkin’...

*Thud* 

Azusa: Reiji-san…Are you ready…?

*Thud* 

Reiji: …! Kuh…C-Cut it out!

Carla: It is not too late to change your mind just yet. Well then, will you give us the money? 

Reiji: …Y-You’re playing it dirty! I am not the type of guy who will give in to these kinds of threats! Please do not underestimate me!

Shin: I guess our negotiations end here then. 

Carla: You leave me no other choice…You lot! Do it!

Reiji: …! S-Stop…!

They all start tickling Reiji simultaneously. 

Reiji: Excuse me…W-What are you…? Ahahahaha…!

Shuu: It’s your own fault for not simply giving us the money right away.

They continue tickling him. 

Reiji: Wait…Stoーー...! It tickles…! Hahaha…Ahahaha…! …I can’t…! I swear…!

Subaru: Ah, damnit! Just throw in the towel already!

Reiji: My god…I really can’t…Ahahaha! …You lot! I can’t believe you’d resort to this…!

Kou: Ah~ Come on, just say you give up already~ 

Reiji: …Fine! I understand! Please, just stop already! I’m begging you!

Yuma: What do you mean? …Take this!

Reiji: I’ll share the money…That’s all you want from me, right!? 

Carla: Good grief…Was that truly worth all the trouble? You should have simply given it to us from the very start. 

Reiji: Haah, haah…I never thought it’d come to this…Good grief…You lot are unbelievable… 

Shin: Well then. You better hurry up and show us the money. You don’t want a repeat of that, do you? 

Reiji: Che…

Reiji goes to fetch the money. 

*Rustle rustle* 

*Cling* 

*Clunk* 

*Creaaaak* 

*Rustle* 

He returns. 

*THUD*

Reiji: …Now you have no more complaints, correct? 

Ayato: Woah! You’re stacked…! When did you save up all of this money? 

Reiji: …I’ve been carefully setting some money aside each time, while all of you were too busy spending it recklessly. Good grief. This is horrible. It’s always the honest people who get the short end of the stick. 

…Oh well, I suppose it’s fine. I suppose you are all in debt with me right now, so please, go ahead and use this money as you see fit. 

Shuu: Is that sarcasm I smell there? …Oh well, guess I’ll borrow some. 

Carla: …!

*Smack* 

Shuu: Ah…

Carla: Who gave you permission to take some of that money? 

Shuu: What do you mean? 

Shin: This amount of money will barely even cut it to buy Nii-san’s cured ham, so we’ll be taking all of it. 

Ruki: Excuse me? 

Carla: If you have a problem with that, I shall gladly be your opponent. 

Ayato: Haah!? 

Subaru: So you wanna throw fists, huh!? 

Ruki: Yuma. It’s time for plan B.

Yuma: Roger! …Oi, Azusa. 

Azusa: Mmh. I know. 

*Rustle* 

Azusa: Carla-san. Shin-san. We won’t let you do with that money as you please. Well then, Kou, Yuma, Ruki…Hurry up and take the money!

Azusa becomes a shield for them.

*Rustle* 

Shin: E-Excuse me…!? What are you doing? 

*Rustle* 

Ruki: My bad, but we’re taking this cash. 

Carla: Che. Seems like you four do not value your own life. 

*BZZZZT*

Azusa takes the hit. 

Azusa: …Ugh! Uu…Haah, haah…

Carla: Excuse me!? He withstood my attack…!? 

Ruki: My bad, Azusa! We’ll see each other at the meeting place later!

Kou: Don’t push yourself too much, okay, Azusa-kun!? 

Yuma: See ya!

The other three Mukami’s run away.

Azusa: Don’t…worry…I love…the pain after all…Haah…~  …Come on, Carla-san. More…! Fire more of those at me…!!

Carla: …!!

Kanato: …H-Hold up!! The money…!! They took all of it with them!

Reiji: …Come again!? When did they…!? I didn’t notice because I was too busy looking at Carla. 

Shuu: Haah…What a drag. Why did it turn out like this? Don’t you think it’s because you guys were trying to be too greedy? 

Carla: Hmph! That money was mine from the very start, so this isn’t an issue of being greedy or not. 

Ayato: It’s a lost case. There’s no talkin’ with this dude. 

Carla: Oi, Shin! Chase after them!

Shin: Yeah, yeah, I know. Or rather, if you would simply give up on your cured ham and those weird paintings, we wouldn’t even need money…

Azusa attempts to stop him. 

*Thud* 

Azusa: Wait, Shin-san! You have to defeat me first…!

Shin: Ah, god! You better stay away from me, you freaky masochist! 

Shin runs away. 

Laito: Hey, what are we gonna do now? 

Kanato: I’m exhausted…I’ll simply content myself with the sweets I still have in the cupboard. I can’t picture myself chasing after them. 

Laito: Right? When I think about it…It’s not like I’m that desperate to go on a date with girls other than Bitch-chan. 

Ayato: Me too. I can just have Chichinashi make me free takoyaki instead, right? 

Shuu: Haah…I guess it’s obvious the same goes for me. Pwaah…I’m sleepy. 

*Thud* 

Subaru: Damnit…! The fuck’s this shit…

Ayato: By the way, Subaru…Why did you even want money to begin with? 

Subaru: W-Well…You know…I figured I’d upgrade my coffin a lil’ here and there…

Reiji: Good grief…I suppose your situations weren’t nearly as pressing as the Mukami family’s. Haah…Oh well. You lot try to abstain from your luxuries for once, understood? …Oh. 

Carla: …

Reiji: You are still here? 

Carla: Hmph. You have some nerve to say that, you commoner. I shall stay here until Shin returns. 

*Rustle* 

Reiji: Good grief, you truly are unbelievable…Why not simply give up on your cured ham and painting collection? 

Carla: I shall give up on the latter. I could never buy them with that little money anyway. 

Reiji: Hmph. But it seems that the cured ham is something you cannot give up? 

Carla: It is my favorite food after all. 

Reiji: Ahー Well…If that’s the case, I suppose you really need the money just as badly as the Mukami family does. 

Carla: Hmph. 

Reiji: Ahーah…I suppose I will have to start saving up again. This time, I suppose I will not mention it to anyone and keep it my own little secret. 

ーー THE END ーー 

Translation notes

(1) This short back-and-forth between Ayato and Kanato is all based on a language pun around the Japanese proverb: ない袖は振れない’ which literally means ‘you can’t shake a sleeve you don’t have’ and refers to being unable to give what one does not have themselves. Ayato gets things mixed up and says そば (soba / soba noodles) instead of 袖 (sode / sleeve). Kanato then promptly ‘corrects’ him by stating that it’s ソーダ (soda) instead. Of course, both of them are equally incorrect. I struggled to translate this part quite a bit, but I eventually settled with the English provide ‘you can’t get blood from a stone’ since it was the easiest to replace one noun for another in that one. 

(2) ¥1,000,000 and ¥3,000 are approximately 10,000 and 30 USD respectively. 

(3) Laito refers to the concept of ‘Honorable poverty’ (清貧), coined by the Japanese philosophist Suzume, who believes in the dangers of excess consumption and waste.

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Eye For An Eye

words: 7,267

Content: Dad Copia with a lot of angst because I can’t be normal about him.

Summary:  Consumption, also known as Tuberculosis --- A disease caused by bacteria that usually attacks the lungs. Highly contagious and almost always fatal.

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this started as a small dad copia fic and i went off i guess

April - 1875

Rain pelts the city for the third day in a row. Not uncommon for Italy this time of year, but certainly cumbersome to the inhabitants. The fat drops bounce off the cobblestones with a vengeance and then pool into ever growing swamps that litter the streets. Street lamps do little to illuminate the night as the rain comes down in sheets, making it almost impossible to see.

A figure weaves its way through the throngs of people, only to break out into a break neck speed once freed of them. It’s only then that the figure realizes they’re right in the middle of the street. They stay frozen in place as the low light illuminates an approaching carriage.

“Shit!” The driver yanks the reins to his horse in a poor attempt to stop. It doesn’t work

Wide fearful eyes stare at the beast that’s now rearing on its hind legs, front legs kicking through the air. And – oh, oh no. It's coming down in their general direction.

The figure, a man, lets out a startled yelp as the spell is broken. He dives out of the way, fearful of hooves connecting with his head. In the process his foot gets caught in his red cassock, tripping him and sending him face first into one of the dirty piles. (Well out of the way of the horse, thank god.)

“Fottuto idiota!” The cab driver screams as he directs the horse back on its path and they stamp off down the street.

The Cardinal sputters as he draws himself  to his feet. Something easier said than done when stuck in a soaked cassock. His nose hurts from where the bridge of it connected with the street stones but he doesn’t have time to worry about that. He snatches his biretta from the puddle and starts on his journey once again.

The house (if it can even be called that) that he rushes to is small and derelict. He’s tried to do some improvements himself but they haven’t turned out the way he wanted. The cost to hire someone is something that he hasn’t saved enough coin for just yet. He’s still newly appointed as Cardinal, meaning his pay grade hasn’t seen its increase just yet. (Not that he cares. That’s not why he became a Cardinal but god knows it would help.) The main thing is that the house is warm and dry. He had made it his first job to ensure all holes in the roof were repaired. The last thing they needed was to catch colds.

He yanks the door open with more force than necessary as he drags himself inside, listening to it slam behind him. The Cardinal takes this small moment of ease to gasp for air. Since he left nearly two hours ago it’s felt like he hasn’t been able to expand his lungs to the proper size.

“Finally! I was beginning to think you weren’t coming back. Did you get it?” A small portly woman rushes toward him expectantly.

He nods as a gloved hand rakes wet hair from his face. The leather squelching in the process.

The woman looks him up and down. “You look like shit.”

His brows furrow.

“Sorry Cardinale.”

“Is she alright?” His voice is tight.

The woman looks at him for a long moment almost like she’s deciding if she should tell the truth or not. “Do you have the horsetail?”

That would be a no.

“Yes.” He holds the plants out toward her. “It was harder to find than expected.” Remorse fills his voice at the thought of prolonging the suffering of the women in the other room.

“It’s alright.”

It’s not though, is it? The Cardinal can tell by the tense mechanical movements of the small woman before him. The way she puts too much force into grinding the plants with the stone.

“She’s dying.” His voice is flat as he says it. It’s a fact both of them had known for some time. “No cure for Consumption .” The doctor had told them. He remembers panicking and then shouting at the man how there must be something that can be done. “ Copia.” She had laid a soft hand on his forearm. “It’s okay. Let’s just make the most of it.” Her smile was weak as he stared at her with bewilderment. He had opened his mouth to argue but she had beat him to it. “ It’s in God’s hands. Isn’t that what you tell your congregations?” He had felt physically sick then and it was the first time he had actively reconsidered his faith. Would God really take something so important away from one of his most devout followers? The only reason they were allowed to remain married was due to the simple fact that he had already wed her before climbing the clergy ranks. They hadn’t been happy, but Copia was told as long as the two of them lived well away from the church, then he could keep his position. That and don’t mention her to anyone and pretend to be total strangers in public, something that proved to be harder than said.

“Yes.”

The woman’s voice brings him back to reality. She’s staring at him with – remorse…pity? Copia isn’t entirely sure which it is. He opens his mouth but he’s silenced.

“I think the baby should be fine. We just need to make sure it enters the world with as few issues as possible.”

Copia nods as he swallows around the lump forming in his throat. He remembers when they found out. The pair of them had been ecstatic to be parents. “They will be the most spoiled bambino in all the city!” He had proclaimed as they laid in bed in the aftermath of love-making. “Isn’t that against some sort of rule or something for clergy?” Her giggle had filled his ears and it was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard – it’s not heard very often these days. “An exception can be made. ” He kissed her then and in that moment he had actually believed the lie. That the three of them would be able to live in quiet peace. But it was an illusion. Copia had known from the first mention of it that the baby would have to remain invisible. The church had allowed him to keep his marriage but he wasn’t so sure they’d be so accommodating with an added babe. But he had been able to live with that because at that moment it seemed like everything would work out. However, in reality the pregnancy had quickly proved to be too much on her already weakening body.

“I can see her?” It comes out like a question. A ridiculous thing since it’s his home and wife but just barging in without explicit permission seems wrong somehow.

“Best wait.”

His stomach twists at that but he nods in agreement. Out of the two of them, the midwife is the one who knows what she’s doing. The only thing he’d do is get in the way.

“I’ll come get you when it’s done.” She disappears back into the back room.

Copia finds himself trying to focus on anything but what’s currently unfolding in his home. Their home. The one that even though it had been less than desirable, she had worked to make it feel as homey as possible. She’d collected flowers that one weekend they had traveled to the countryside. The doctors had said the fresh air would improve her health. It hadn’t but Copia loved to pretend it did as he’d watch her traverse the fields, collecting flowers she thought were pretty and bringing them back home. “ I can dry these. My mother taught me how and then we can have some decor!” Her smile was contagious. “I think they’ll look good in the kitchen. How about you?” The kitchen was nothing but the main room to the house, a small hearth occupying the center that allowed for cooking and warmth. “ Si.”

When he’s anxious he fidgets. It’s something that he’s done since childhood. Something that the nuns at seminary were all too happy to beat out of him. However, it didn’t appear to work. Nervousness is part of his nature and it always will be.

He twists his biretta between his hands. The only thing this does is wring the water out of it. It soaks his gloves, more than likely ruining the leather. But he doesn’t care.

Copia loses track of time as he makes laps around the room. His mind racing with thoughts of how she’ll recover and when she does the three of them will move out of the city. He’ll give up his position in the clergy and get a simple trade job. He’s not too skilled when it comes to working with his hands, but he is good at financing. Copia knows all too well there are tons of little shops throughout the country that want a good bookkeeper. He can be that. The new house they will move to will be ten times better than this shack that they seem confined to. Everything will work out. Everyone will be okay. They will be happy.

He’s barely finished that last thought when a blood curdling wail bounces off the stone walls. His head jerks in the direction and he slides on still wet boots as he scrambles to their bedroom. It’s something he almost immediately regrets.

The next moments are a blur to him. One moment he’s at the door. The next he’s by the bed tears blurring his vision as he shouts at the woman tending to the newborn. Then he’s grasping his wife and there’s blood everywhere. It seems impossible but it looks like blood is filling the room. There should not be that much blood. That’s bad. There shouldn’t be —

“Here!” The midwife shoves a wailing infant into his arms and shoves him out of the room, the door slamming in his face.

Copia stands there numbly. His eyes stare blankly at the door. Then, several moments later, almost as if in a haze, he blinks and looks down at the babe in his arms. His brows raise as if to ask “How did you get here?”

That’s all he remembers before the walls close in on him and everything around him turns to darkness.

—------

July – 1875

She’s lingered far longer than either he or the midwife originally thought she would. Copia isn’t complaining about that, he’s more than happy to still have his wife around. Though he’s not so thrilled about the suffering she’s continued to have to endure. Most days she doesn’t leave their bed. On good days she’s awake and coherent, but for the most part she sleeps and coughs. She coughs a lot.

Her coughs are very different than they were when they first started. Then she had coughed up mostly phlegm. The doctor had said that was common but as the disease progressed so would the cough and it seemed just that was happening. Copia found himself grimacing each time he heard it. It was wet and harsh and there was blood.

“ For the most part you will be coughing up the normal things. Phlegm. That’s about it. As it progresses there will be blood. A lot of it. At that point your lungs have had all they can handle.” The doctor had said it so calmly like Copia hadn’t been sitting there with his world crumbling around him. Once again she had reassured him. “ It’s alright. We don’t need to worry just yet.” Then she smiled and Copia had felt nauseous.

Her ever worsening condition had made it hard for Copia to travel to the other side of the city for work. Between her and the babe, he felt obligated to remain with them. There was no way that she could care for their daughter on her own. His absence had been duly noted by other clergy members and the days that he had managed to make it back to work, they made sure he knew how troublesome it was becoming.

The issue with hardly working was the fact that in return he was receiving hardly any money. And with no money came no food which was something he was desperate to still be able to provide her with. It was also becoming abundantly clear that he would have to find a wet nurse for the baby. That also required money.

It was also becoming clear that he was overworking himself. Funny really considering he wasn’t actually working per-say.

On one particularly warm July morning when Lia, his wife, was feeling well enough to sit up in bed and cradle the baby she had talked him into going into work, even if for only a couple hours. “We will be fine.” Her smile had no radiance in it. It felt hollow. In that brief moment Copia nodded in agreement and grabbed his biretta. “I will be back home before sunset.” It had been a promise that both knew wouldn’t be kept. The church would work him overtime for missing his duties. But he was good with numbers and quick with financing. He would be done in no time. Is what he had told himself. In fact, I will make the effort to surprise her and get home earlier than i anticipated. Copia had smiled to himself, mind set.

When he had returned home that night, well past sunset, he was greeted to the sound of a wailing baby and a dead wife.

—--

September 1880

A stack of papers is dropped on his desk with a loud thud. Copia awakes with a start, head shooting up and eyes full of alarm as he looks around for the sound of the intrusion.

In front of his desk stands Cardinal Paolo. His expression is one of irritation as he glares down his sharp nose at Copia.

Copia has always thought the man looked like a fox. Acted like one too. The last person to be trusted with any secret information would be Paolo.

“Sleeping on the job is not allowed.”

Copia’s upper lip twitches. If he weren’t so exhausted he’d gladly provide a witty retort but that requires brain power he doesn’t have right now. “Apologies.”

Paolo continues to sneer. There’s another reason for this impromptu visit. He knows.

“Cardinal Alessio wants you in his office.”

Ah, there it is. Great. Copia gives a sigh of defeat. “Grazie.” Paolo stands there a moment more with narrowed eyes, almost as if waiting for him to take the bait. He doesn't.

The other man leaves his office with a sniff of disapproval. Surprise. Another person that's disappointed in him is added to the ever growing list. Though Copia doesn't think Paolo's disdain will hurt his own feelings too much.

Reluctantly he pulls himself to his feet. He sways momentarily, a hand shooting out to grab his forehead. Even though he's working once more, his earnings are meager, at best. That doesn't mean he has any less of a work load. In fact he'd bet he probably has the most out of anyone and it's solely out of spite. How very Christian of you, dear Pope. More often Copia finds himself questioning his relationship with religion these days.

After what feels like an eternity, Copia drags himself to Cardinal Alessio’s office. He knocks once and is met with a gruff. “Entra!” Oh this is going to be fun.

He takes a deep breath to steady himself. Smooths down the wrinkles in his cassock and places his biretta on his head. Then he paints on the most authentic smile he can muster. It isn’t much.

Cardinal Alessio looks up from his desk, glasses perched on the end of his nose. “Ah, Copia. How nice of you to join us.”

Us? His face turns to confusion until he spots Paolo off to Alessio’s left. Oh great.

“Mi dispiace.”

“Hmm.” Cardinal Alessio motions for him to take a seat in the chair on the other side of his desk. Copia really doesn’t want to but there’s no feasible way to argue his way out of this. So he sets, bunching his cassock so it doesn’t wrinkle under him.

“Cardinal Paolo tells me that you have been slacking on your duties.”

Copia’s faux smile falters immediately. “Mi scusi?”

“It seems your hearing is also beginning to fail you, Cardinale. ” The title is meant as an insult, seeing as he’s rarely referred to it by now.

“I do not know what Paolo told you but I am working as quickly as I can.” God why did that smug bastard have to be in the room too.

“You call sleeping at your desk working?”

Copia chews his lip.

“Asking the kitchens if they have any leftovers to spare?”

He feels like shrinking in on himself. He’d asked a couple of the nuns that worked in the kitchens if they had any spare food only a handful of times. It had been the times that he hadn’t had enough coin to bring something home for dinner. “I’m sorry Cardinal, but we are not allowed to do that.” Several of them still seemed to respect him enough to use his title. “Wait — it’s not for me. It’s for – for –” And Copia had hated the look of pity he received. But it had worked in his favor. One of them had given him a small chunk of bread and bid him farewell. Copia could have nearly cried from joy at just being given that.

Now he swallows. “I don't always make enough to a-afford food for us.” He hates how his voice waivers and the smug look that settles on Paolo’s face.

Alessio steeples his fingertips under his chin as he leans forward against his desk. “As for sleeping?”

“I – I don’t always get to rest.” It was true. He had caught himself doing odd little jobs here and there for a meager coin. After that there was hardly any time for sleep.

“And what would you recommend the solution to this issue be?”

Copia perks up immediately. It’s something he’s been meaning to bring to light. “Per–perhaps if I were allowed to receive at least half of my original payment. It would solve many problems.”

“You do have the work given to you and you expect to be rewarded?”

His face falls, hope immediately diminished.

“Perhaps it is God that you should be speaking to, Cardinal. After all, you have not been that faithful in your vows to him. Taking a wife, your biggest fault.”

“She’s dead.” His voice is flat, lacking any emotion but getting his point across: don’t speak about her.

“Then worse yet, he has that bastard child living in his home.” Paolo chimes in. “Another vow to God you’ve broken.”

Finally he can bear it no longer and Copia jumps to his feet, chair hitting the ground as it falls behind him. His hands plant themselves on Cardinal Alessio’s desk. “You will not speak of her like that!” His timidness from earlier long forgotten. "She is not a bastard. Her mother and I were married!"

"And who performed the ceremony, Copia?" Alessio’s voice digs its heels into him.

"I – I hardly think that matters." He's faltering now.

" You did." It's accusatory and it makes the blood chill in his veins. "First you break your vow of chastity to God. Then you ' marry ' a woman and sire a bastard with her." Alessio rubs at his chin. "And now you sit here trying to put blame on someone else for your lazy work methods."

Lazy? Copia swallows thickly, his Adam's apple bobbing. He's anything but that. He's given every waking moment of his life to the church.

"The way I see it, this is God finally holding you accountable for your actions." He feels like he's looking down a tunnel as the words sink in. "Cardinal Paolo will take over your position immediately. Your services are no longer required."

"You – you can't –"

"I believe he just did." Pablo's voice says. "Now do as the Cardinal says and evacuate your office immediately." There's a sickly sweet smile aimed at him and it suddenly sinks in. He orchestrated this whole thing. The man has been after his position for years. He's been accumulating incidents to prove to Cardinal Alessio that Copia's unfit.

His breathing is heavy as he trembles slightly. Not from fear but anger. "How will I provide for her if you deny me of my job?" Despite himself, Copia hears his voice raising. "She'll die! I barely have enough to feed her once a day, and now you want to take that away?!"

"That is out of our control. It is in His hands now."

And that's what does it. That's what breaks the damn that's slowly been building for years, letting everything its ever collected seep through. "And you think God would will the death of children from starvation?! The last time I checked we were here to provide alms to who ever needed it. And now – now you want to stand here and lecture me about how I have failed God?" Copia sucks in a ragged breath between his clenched teeth. "You all think you're better, that your position puts you in higher authority. I've seen how you all take from the offering plates when you think no one is looking. I'm the fucking treasurer, for God's sake! At the end of the day the numbers don't match up and there's only one way that can happen."

"You over sell yourself. No one is good enough with numbers to count the coins as they're collected." Paolo's voice wavers slightly.

"I am!" Copia knows he must look a sight. He breathes heavily as his usually slicked back hair has worked itself free in several spots. By the way he clenches his teeth, he feels like he could break them all into jagged little pieces from just the pressure.

"You are a selfish man Copia, and for that you must now reap what you sow."

—---

He walks home that night a defeated man. Even being fired (something he was unaware could happen to a Cardinal) he still isn't going to make it home before total darkness sets in from the setting sun.

The darkness of the streets feels like it wants to swallow him whole and Copia at this moment would gladly let it. He thinks of ways to play this off. It helps that his daughter is still young but she's smarter than her age would imply. He's seen the way she looks at him on nights where he goes without food. " Aren't you hungry, papa?" Her tiny voice had chimed in and Copia had simply shook his head. By this point he's gone without so much that the emptiness that's constant in his stomach hardly even bothers him anymore.

Now he would have to break the news that even small parcels of bread would be more than wishful thinking.

It's in His hands. A cruel joke at his expense once more.

Copia rids himself of his sour attitude as he finally approaches home. He takes a minute to settle himself with a few deep breaths before he's pushing the door open.

"Papa!" A little redheaded girl is clinging to his leg before he can even shut the door. "Look! Look! Andrea has been teaching me to write my name!" She proudly holds up the small crap of paper to show him.

"I can see that." For the first time that day he's wearing a real smile. His little girl always seems to make everything better.

She giggles and then takes off back to the small wooden table in the far corner to finish her penmanship. To the left Copia catches the girl that Accalia is left with for majority of the time these days. Andrea, a girl of no more than sixteen stands off to the side wringing her hands. It's a nervous habit one that he had noticed almost as soon as he'd met her.

He'd been traveling through the worst parts of the city to provide God's word to the less fortunate, as the clergy described them. Copia had been sent to a bordello of all places. It was there that he'd found Andrea, a child of eleven at the time, playing on the floor. It had honestly shocked him to find a child living in such conditions. " My mother owns this place." She had boasted proudly when he'd asked her why she was there. It had immediately concerned him. The child seemed to be totally unaware of the place she called home. It was after that that he decided to make frequent visits to this place. Each visit he would spend an hour or more teaching her to read. She had been very good at it and he'd found himself swelling with pride at knowing he helped her achieve that. "You can't keep coming around here." Was what her mother had abruptly told him one morning. " It's bad for business if the John's keep seeing a holy man lurking around." The two of them had hardly ever spoken three words to each other before that. " Miss, if you would allow me, your daughter is very bright. I think with the right education she could establish a well to do life for herself ." Apparently it had been the wrong thing to say because he had gone home that evening with a broken nose, much to Lia's concern. After that his wife visited her and taught her penmanship, another thing she'd picked up on extremely fast. Each night his wife would recount the stories of how well the girl did her studies. It made him happy. Andrea was a lovely girl and the thought of her having to spend her life laying on her back to earn meager scraps was something he wanted to ensure she'd never have to endure.

"I hope it isn't an issue. She said she wanted to practice and I –"

Copia holds a hand out to silence her. "Thank you." He smiles but it's weak and lacks any livelihood.

Andrea frowns. "You look unwell."

Well, that's not the worst thing someone has ever said to him. "It…it was just a bad day."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

He shakes his head no. "I don't think you'll have to worry about coming back to watch her anytime soon." Copia sees the way she furrows her brow in confusion before it clicks.

"Oh Cardinale, is there anything I can do?"

Get that fucking idiot Paolo to die. Instead he shakes his head no. He catches the way the concern on her face only deepens. "Here." Copia takes one of her hands and places something inside of it. "It's the least I can do to show my thanks."

Andrea's eyes grow wide as saucers as she looks at the gold ring in her palm. "Oh Cardinal, I can't take this!" She makes to hand it back but he refuses.

"It's real gold. It should fetch a pretty decent amount of money if traded." It's the last remaining piece he has of his wife. Copia knows he should save it and pawn it to help themselves but he just can't bring himself to do it. "It should give you enough to get out of the city and to the countryside."

Her face falls. "I can't take this. You've already done so much for me. It seems –"

"Please," he tries to smile again. "Use it as your ticket to a new life." He thinks back to earlier how he was called selfish. Maybe he was and this was his subconscious trying to get him to make up for it.

Andrea hugs Accalia and then the Cardinal before she leaves and they never see her again.

—--

December – 1880 – Present day

It's an exceptionally cold December day when it happens. Copia has just gotten back from helping one of the vendors in the plaza set up to sell their fresh vegetables. They come every other day and he lends them a hand in exchange for some root vegetables. It isn't much but he's more than happy to accept it.

He kicks the snow from his boots as he enters the small home they live in. His coat hangs on one of the kitchen chairs to dry. "Accalia?" Odd. She usually meets him at the door.

When there's no response Copia begins to feel panic set in. Did she leave? Did something happen? He has to shake his head to make the thoughts stop.

"Accalia?" He enters the small bedroom the pair of them share and immediately he knows something is wrong. Copia rushes over to her.

Immediately her breathing sounds wrong. It grates on his ears. When he places a hand on her forehead and feels how warm she is, he really begins to panic. She hasn't even woken up.

Despite being so warm, Copia notes how she shivers. He wastes no time wrapping her in their blanket and rushing to the main room of the house. He arranges a small place for her in front of the fire. Not too close, he doesn't want her to get burned.

He's looking around frantically for something he has no idea for. He doesn't have enough to call in a doctor. Maybe if he can just get the vegetables warmed up and in a thin stew then —

A wet cough takes over her as she struggles to sit up. Copia helps her into a sitting position and immediately freezes. No. Oh no. No. No. No.

There's blood on her lips. No. No. No. Please you can't take her too.

"Papa, I don't feel so well." Her voice is hardly a whisper.

"I know. I know, baby." He cradles her in his arms as she drifts back off to sleep. He thinks about how when Lia was sick he read dryer climates were easier on consumption sufferers. Apparently in America the newly formed western territories had become a safe-haven in a sense for those suffering. It prolonged the disease and let them have decent lives.

There's no way he can afford tickets on a ship to America. He can barely feed both of them.

Think. Think.

He suddenly remembers talk of a small village not far from here. Copia bites his lip nervously. When he was a Cardinal they had been advised to stay away from that area at all costs. " Satanists call it home. It's honestly disgraceful." He recalls a former coworker stating.

But – but he's also spent enough time within the poorer parts of town to hear the stories passed around. " They are so much kinder than that horrid man in charge of the Vatican." He'd overheard one woman saying. " A shame they can't be as caring." Her friend had added. There had also been talk of miracle work. Blasphemy in his church's eyes but seeming like a beacon of hope in his moment of need.

Copia wracks his brain. If he leaves now then they should make it there by sundown tomorrow. They don't have many belongings and as long as he wraps her warmly in the blanket and his coat, she should be fine.

He's on his feet instantly, slipping on his coat and ensuring Accalia is securely wrapped in her blanket. Copia gathers her into his arms and makes his way to the door but stops. There's a lump in his throat as he turns to take in their small home. Something the both of them will never see again. It makes him feel like he's being dealt another death. The loss once more of something so dear to him.

Copia lets his eyes wander the room slowly, drinking in every little detail and saving it to memory. Then he's out the door with not a single glance back.

—-

The thought that this was a stupid idea enters his head for the third time that evening as he sticks to the streets. At least until they run out and turn into dirt paths.

It's dark and this is no doubt unsafe. The thought of someone attempting to rob them flashes briefly in his mind but he pushes it back. There's nothing for them to take.

People aren't the only issue though. It had started as small flurries and quickly progressed to fat snowflakes that were quickly accumulating on the ground. Copia flexes his fingers around the bundle in his arms. They're numb and the continuously dropping weather isn't doing wonders for the rest of him. He ignores it and continues onward. Even as the same thing begins to happen with his legs. He tells himself it doesn't matter. As long as he can get them there, then they can help his daughter. If he has to be the casualty in this equation so be it.

Eventually the sun begins to rise but the snow doesn't let up. It seems to get worse. There is something he can make out in the dim light though off in the distance. A window? A steeple?

The church.

He's given a sudden burst of energy as he nearly shouts with joy. "We did it! We're here. We –" Copias words die on his lips as he looks at the bundle in his arms. Accalia's lips are a purplish-blue. When did that happen?

With renewed vigor Copia pushes himself up the steep cliff side until he's at the door. Or rather crawling to the door, for lack of a better term. He's unsure how they take to strangers. He never saw a reason to ask. It wasn't like he'd be going there.

Ha. Some luck .

With his last bit of energy he slams his fist against the large wooden door. Its design is intricate and if this weren't life or death he'd be mesmerized by it.

There's a long moment of silence that stretches on and it has Copia thinking he's made the trip for nothing. At least until he hears the door lock being undone and bright light engulfs them. He has to raise a hand to his eyes to shield them.

A woman in her late seventies stands in the doorway and it takes Copia a moment to realize she’s staring at them with a tight expression. The woman glances left then right.

“Are you alone?”

What kind of fucking question is that? Of course we’re fucking alone!

He nods quickly and sees how a visible sigh releases from the woman. “Come in. You’ll both die out there.” Her accent is different and it takes Copia a moment to place it.

“You’re American?” Why this is the first thing out of his mouth, Copia will never know. The woman looks at him skeptical but he ignores it. He thinks he should ask her if what he’s heard is true. That the dry climate of the western half of her country is good for the sick. He should ask but his eyes feel heavy. He’s barely slept in the past few days and he’s so cold and the church is so warm.

He should ask, but instead he falls to the floor in a heap.

—-

Copia sits up as he gasps for air like a fish out of water. His breathing is heavy for several moments as he looks around the room. Nothing is familiar. Where is he?  

There’s a sudden pain in his left eye and he cries out as he clutches at it. It feels like someone is driving an ice pick through his skull. He briefly remembers reading somewhere that’s how lobotomies are performed and oh god did he finally have a mental breakdown and did they finally —-

“You’re awake.”

It’s a woman’s voice and he whips his head up to see her standing at the foot of the bed. Copia feels dizzy from the action. He needs to do things slowly otherwise he’ll end up making himself sick.

It takes a moment but he’s finally able to remove his hand from his face. The vision in his left eye is blurred and at first he thinks he sees wrong but — no. The woman is wearing what looks like a masquerade mask, her mouth the only part of her face exposed. Funny. He doesn’t remember being at a party.

“You should rest.” Her voice is gentle. “At least until you get used to it.”

It? What the fuck is it?  

“It’s rare for them to turn a complete stranger. You must have had a very compelling argument.”

“I – I don’t understand.”

“It’s alright. It’s all new. It’s going to be troublesome.”

Copia wants to ask her what the fuck are you talking about? But he remembers why he’s here. “Where is my daughter?!” He tries to keep the panic from his voice but he knows his face gives him away.

“She’s fine. She’s –” The woman is unable to finish her sentence as Copia bounds to his feet. He sways and feels like vomiting but he pushes it down.

“Accaila?” He pushes past the woman and stumbles into the hall. “Accaila!?” Copia feels the woman’s nimble fingers clasp at his upper arm, trying to steady him.

“Papa!” The little girl rises from her game of marbles on the floor with several more masked figures and runs over to him. She clutches onto his leg and Copia is taken aback. The last time he had seen her she was — was dying but now here she was playing like a normal child and —

“What happened to your eye?” He’s clutching her tiny face between his rough hands. Copia feels another round of panic set in as he sees the pigment has drained from her left eye, leaving it entirely white.

“Isn't it neat!?” She attempts to smile in his grasp, chubby cheeks bunching up.

Actually, no it isn’t. It reminds Copia of the old man that had once visited the church. He had been blind and his eyes were this milky white but there had been a cloud over the pupil. There wasn’t one here. “Does it hurt?”

Accaila shakes her head. “I can actually see better!” Her expression turns serious. “Is it not working for you?”

Now he’s totally lost. Him? He doesn’t have one his eyes are – they’re —

Copia whirls on the woman holding him. “What did you do to us!?” Her expression is unreadable.

“You asked for our help and we gave it.”

He feels another headache building behind his eyes. This was a mistake. He should have never come here. If they weren’t damned to hell before they sure are now. “I need — I need to lie down for a moment.”

—--

It takes what feels like ages for him to actually grasp the concept of what he’s been told. “The pair of you were half frozen when you showed up here.” Papa Emeritus the Third had explained to him. “ It was obvious what was wrong with her. We see many consumption sufferers seeking relief here.” Then his expression had softened. “Typically I would not have even worried about you, rather make you earn the gift. But it was against my better judgment to let a child slip into being an orphan.” The most hilarious thing was that this wasn’t even the most absurd thing he had been told.

“Vampire!?” Copia’s voice had raised in pitch as he stared with wide eyes at the Third. These people were insane and he had fucked up coming here, but the man had continued explaining and much to his own irritation it had slowly begun to make sense. Not only had his eye changed color but he was acutely aware of the fact that his teeth were sharper. It had made talking incredibly difficult at first, he kept biting his own tongue. “ I know what you’re thinking and no, you do not have to live off blood. Rather just consume some every so often. For the most part you should be able to eat as normal.” Had that been to comfort him? Because it sure as hell wasn’t comforting. Hell, even learning about the ghouls had seemed less daunting than this.

However, as the days progressed, Copia found himself worrying less and less about this issue. Seeing his daughter running and playing again was the only thing he could focus on. The idea that this was an act of selfishness still floats in his brain. Did he do it for her or for himself? Perhaps Cardinal Alessio had been correct and he was a selfish man.

“Pondering too much can be bad for the mind.” Copia blinks out of his stupor. The First, Primo, as he’s called, takes the seat on the bench beside him. “What’s on your mind fratellino?” Copia had found it increasingly odd as over time the three Emeritus brothers began to refer to him as their younger brother but it was comforting also. He’d never had a family and having people around who cared for him felt nice. He hadn’t felt that since Lia died. Even Sister Imperator, the older lady that had opened the door for them, as he later learned, had taken a shine to him. Once she had found out he was once a Cardinal she had started calling him her Cardi or simply C. It left a warm feeling in his chest and he’d quickly began viewing her as a mother figure.

It had also been exceptionally easy for him to earn an income. “You’re a Cardinal?” Terzo had looked at him as if in disbelief. “ Well I w-was.” Copia laughed anxiously. “ But I worked in the treasury and I’m very good with numbers! Uh – that’s if you have a position available.” Terzo had cocked a brow to think and then agreed. “ Deal. But I think it may be better if you become a Cardinal in our church.” And so he did.

“Mi dispiace.” Copia casts a sideways glance at the older man.

“No need to apologize. Something you wish to speak about?”

Copia chews his lip. “I was just thinking.” He sees Primo shift in his seat. Copia turns to face him. “Do you think I made a mistake? With all of this.” He motions with his hand to the area around them. “I – I don’t mean that rude, sorry if it sounds –”

“Cardinale, relax. No one is passing judgment here.” And how odd that was. His original church preaching these same things but never practicing them. But this church, a satanic church, is doing the opposite. “You did what you thought needed to be done.”

Copia sinks in his seat. “But does it make me selfish?” He’s never mentioned it to anyone before. Always keeping his shame buried deep down. “That I did this instead of letting her die. Do – does that make me selfish?” His voice waivers and he has to fight back the tears he feels pricking at his eyes.

Primo’s features soften and Copia feels like a kicked curr. “I think,” he starts slowly, “that you did what you felt was necessary.” A cold hand settles on his shoulder. “Not many fathers would do what you have. I know mine wouldn’t.” Copia nods, desperately wanting to believe those words.

“What if she hates me for it when she gets older?”

“I see the way she looks at you. We all have. I hardly think that she will ever hate you.”

Copia nods and turns his attention back to his daughter who plays with the ghouls in the garden and he thinks that maybe being selfish isn’t so bad.

[vampirepuppygirl]

Here's some shit

This factory feels like it's falling apart a lot, holes in the roof that leak every time it rains, random pot holes in the concrete floor, tape machines and veriply machines that barely work and are zip tied and duct taped together, huge plastic tubs that are broken in various different ways and held together literally with tape and cardboard

But instead of spending any money at all on preventative maintenance or replacing any of the machines that we actually use on a daily basis so that they actually run better and smoother and don't have to be patched up with fucking tape and glue like once a week

They decided to spend hundreds of thousands of dollars on a new robot system to replace two workers per shift on a single line

It barely works, fucks up constantly, and it's probably going to be broken in like 5 years at most because no one ever does any fucking preventive maintenance on any of the machines in this goddamn factory and these robots are a lot more delicate than the big arms that work on the presses that don't need a whole lot of maintenance (and yet still need regular maintenance because preventative maintenance is a foreign fucking concept to these people)

That money could have been used to upgrade literally any of the constantly failing machines in this factory, or to replace literally any of the falling apart tubs and carts and everything else

Fucking shelves sometimes even

Or repair the goddamn roof so it doesn't leak directly onto hardware that we use and assemble and ship out as finished product

Or maybe I don't know upgrade the AC so that people aren't burning in a giant oven during the summer time

But no. They wanted shiny new robots. That barely work. That constantly need like two or three people hovering over them at all times because they fuck up like once an hour at least.

This isn't growth. This isn't progress. It's just an attempt to cut out 6 employees total over 3 shifts with something that costs more than like two or three years wages for all of them combined.

That doesn't really solve anything because they had to hire new people specifically to take care of the robots that get paid more because they are robotics technicians

So like

They aren't saving money, they're just making everyone's lives worse because it looked good on paper like 2 years ago

What kind of hell would I be living in if this factory wasn't unionized?

How fucking incompetent was the management before, that this is how they're acting with a union?

[apomaro-mellow]

alright, i'm going to go ahead and made a rant post about this car situation just so i can get it out and put it to bed. I don't mind if yall wanna comment or whatever but after this I'm just done.

So we need to go back almost a year. My car at the time seemed to be on its last legs. There was a repair it needed that was going to cost like $1200 and I had already paid close to that amount just a few months prior for another repair. I didn't want to pay that again but was willing to save up until it was suggested that I start looking for another car.

I will give my dad props for this one and only thing. He held my hand during this process bc it was my first time. Every other car I had, had been gifted by my grandparents. This was my first time shopping for one. Now it gets interesting bc instead of just getting rid of my old car, my grandparents were going to foot the $1200 bill anyway so that my brother could get it.

I felt iffy about that situation but figured it was for the best since I'd be getting a vehicle with no problems. The problem came about when he decided to drive it around and rack up tickets while MY name was still on the title (this cause my insurance premium to shoot thru the roof but thankfully i got it fixed). I literally had to escort my brother to the DMV to sort out all the paperwork and even THEN he took forever to actually change the plates so I was STILL getting tickets on my record and I had to be the one to go and take what were still my license plates off the car.

This could have potentially been an asshole move, bc I had no idea where his new plates were, but that's not my responsibility. Lucky for him, the new plates were where? In the car, bc he never did anything with them after our DMV appointment. This all occurred in summer/fall 2023.

Then in December, he starts having problems with that car. It even stops on him a couple of times. There is talks of him getting another one. Just like me, all of his (many) previous cars were gifts from our grandparents. I should have probably said earlier but these are all USED cars. We're not getting brand new ones, but still, good condition that we've never had to pay a cent for.

It's also worth mentioning that in the like....six months my brother has had my old car he got hundreds of dollars worth of tickets. Not a single one he paid on his own. Either I took care of it bc they were in my name and he's literally gone to court for not paying, or my dad has paid. But I feel like I'm digressing.

About last week, he curses out my mom because she asks him to *checks notes* receive his infant child when his baby mama drops her off. Apparently that was disagreeable and he cursed her out on the phone, then later to her face when she got home. The part that stuck out in his rant to me was that no one in our family had ever done anything for him. I think just from what I've stated above, it's pretty obvious to see that's false.

So whyyyyyyy

Why why why

After that breakdown, my dad and grandparents thought "Let's just give him another car"?

It is exhausting to see the same thing happen again and again. But this time kind of burned me bad because he got the exact same car that I have. The one I had to shop for. The one I had to visit sellers for. The one I am currently on the hook for a $10,000 loan with like 15% interest. My mother told me this was the case but I didn't actually see the car until this morning.

Here's where I give my dad the benefit of the doubt a single time: It's a common car, dealers have a ton of them, it's probably still an attractive price range. And that's the end of it.

But what I see, is that I can do everything I was told to do: do well in school, get a degree, get a job, start building my career. And it gets me virtually the same as if I did none of those things and on top of it disrespected my parents to their faces.

Like really, why am I working so hard? If doing what I do gets me the same as a foul mouthed, lazy ass, ungrateful son who's shackin up with the most frustrating baby mama in the world then what the hell is this all for anyway?

[cheemscakecat]

Detroit become Rebooted: PL600

The PL600 line was one of the earliest android models sold to regular civilians. Cyberlife was looking to expand its market past medical assisting androids due to insurance red tape and the higher cost of androids with those care features.

In order save on production, the male and female androids were built with 80s and 90s style matte plastic and minimal internal mechanisms. The androids were ball jointed like art dolls, with tubes of blue blood stringing them together.

They were designed with removable hair cosmetics like Polly pockets or Mr potato head dolls, and themed around retro nostalgia. Inevitably, a rich couple purchased a male PL600 with the designation Daniel to babysit their young daughter.

The couple were casual about replacing older electronics in their home with no regard to repairability, deep cleaning or conservation. It was no surprise that they raised their daughter to have a similar disposable consumption mindset.

She liked Daniel, but other kids had newer models with cooler clothing accessories. And her parents never bothered to deep clean its removable exoskeleton over the years they owned the android. That nostalgic plastic did what it does best; discolor and gather grit and dust. Eventually, they decided to just dump Daniel at a Cyberlife store and pick up a new, fresh model for Emma.

She was in middle school, and had gotten a little tired of the male PL600’s 90s, 4-pack of crayon inspired colors. She had so many more android models and accessories to choose from to match her favorite color; pink. Unbeknownst to the family, the worn and outdated android found the Cyberlife online order they had placed.

TW: Fictional child hostage situation. Android death.

The RK800 police prototype was brought in to assist with a hostage situation in a high class apartment. It was the first time it had ever dealt with a defective android. And the first time a glitch had led to a civilian android killing a human. The father was dead, the mother was hysterical and outraged at the sight of another “metal monster”, and the little girl was precariously balanced on the ledge of the roof at gunpoint.

RK800 had dealt with human hostage situations, but not as the negotiator. Sometimes it was appropriate to shout instructions to criminals, but the prototype did not have experience with pacifying someone like this. The human Swat team was on edge and snapping at this Connor model to hurry up.

It gathered all the evidence it could, and used it to try to calm the android.

————————

Daniel didn’t really want to shoot Emma, or throw her off a building. But he was trapped, and these humans thought so little of androids that he knew he needed her as insurance. Another android came out of the ruined home. It had one strange black eye and was less geometric than him. And the fancy replacement, too. It was customized with something like the police uniforms he saw when he shot the first few.

He hoped this was their last idea before they’d give up and let him leave. He might run out of battery at this rate.

This Conner guy started talking to him with information he shouldn’t have. He didn’t like how much this fancy stranger knew about him. There was something wrong with his voice. It sounded too much like the angry human police that tried to yell instructions at him. Did all new androids sound like this? Did the humans get tired of soft voices and obedience, too? They were sure shallow enough.

But then again, this stranger was another android. Maybe he could help. Daniel was pretty light, and the longer he stood on the ledge, the worse the chances of him falling off. And/or taking Emma with him. He didn’t want to stay there if he could get help. If he could just get this Connor to direct the humans away…

He let go of Emma, who ran a foot or two away and fell on the deck in relief. He looked at Connor and waited for his end of the deal. Funny, the police android didn’t have eyebrows.

And then the humans shot him in the torso, taking off a fat chunk and cracking his brittle shell. Then they shot him in the arm joint, which snapped the blue-blood tether in his arm. It detached with no tether, but he didn’t get the time to watch the gush of blue liquid or his hand falling to the street below. They shot him in the cheek, and the left side of his mouth mechanism broke. His jaw was left hanging on for dear life on his rubber lip.

Even with his outdated sensors, Daniel knew he was dying. He lost too much blue-blood. With the last of his energy, he called to the police’s little toy. Another stupid new plaything to be used and used until his fancy white skin and blue paint job got stained with blood and scratches. Until they found something shiny and new to replace him, until he knew what it felt like.

“You lied to me Connor. You lied to me-“

——————

Alternate ending

Connor’s best effort wasn’t helping. Daniel was highly unstable, and got agitated enough to shoot at it. The bullet hit Connor in the middle of its forehead and the force popped the faceplates off. Guns were the reason why it had a divided upper faceplate, though this was a design flaw that needed to be remedied. A bullet from so far away should dent the faceplate and fall to the ground without hurting police, not send the outer shell flying off.

RK800 paused for a moment due to the unexpected design flaw, took note of it, then looked at PL600 again. The deviant blinked at him in simulated surprise and started rambling about fancy new toys. “How did that not work? They really want a toy that outlives them?” The girl squirmed uncomfortably, which had the unwanted effect of reminding it that it had a hostage.

Daniel laughed, it’s faulty code causing it to simulate human hysteria as Connor was alerted to what was about to happen. It bolted for the ledge as the deviant leaned back. Connor was just in time to grab the human girl, turn mid-fall, and throw her into the swimming pool for minimal injury.

The Swat captain paused after the poor little kid was pulled from the water and getting treated. He looked over the edge of the Skyscraper, thinking about what that police android just did. As much as that creepy thing put him on edge, he had to admit that its reaction time was just enough to save the day. Oh well, it wasn’t human. He had someone more important to focus on.

Cyberlife added a note to the list of goals for the RK900; fix upper faceplate design, pressure point flaw.

[slayerchick303]

I need advice. Many of you are aware of what I've been going through for nearly a year now. I've decided I'm going to live in an empty apartment for a few years. I'm doing so to save up money to move in an emergency if my newly privately-owned apartment complex decides to not renew leases to drive out us current tenants. I also don't want to replace my destroyed belongings only to have to move to a smaller place, therefore having to get rid of my new things because they won't fit in a different apartment.

Anyway, to get to my dilemma: my laptop, blu-ray player, and television have been breaking down ever since the flood. I would go back to going to the public library every day to use their computers, but my public library's computers are "closed indefinitely". Plus, you can only use computers for 2 hours at the library, so I was reliant on my laptop the rest of the day at the library, then going home to a blu-ray player to relax at the end of the day.

I contacted an electronics repair company, and they told me because everything I own is so old, repairing them is not viable. They told me it is cheaper to buy a completely new laptop, television, and blu-ray player. I looked it up, and they're absolutely right. I even shopped around for repair companies and all of my local ones would cost roughly the same as the people who told me to buy new stuff instead of repairing it. The only item that would be moderately more expensive to replace is my laptop.

Here is my question: if I start a GoFundMe, is that pathetic? Yes, I live below the poverty line, but shouldn't I just be okay with not having things that are arguably non-essentials for like 4-5 years while I save money to get new ones? Yes, not having a computer is bad because my hand function is not good enough to use a smart phone often after the progression in my degenerative neuromuscular disease. That being said, not having a laptop, TV, and blu-ray player is totally doable. I've lived in much worse circumstances. Shouldn't I just be glad I have a bed, a roof over my head, clothes, and a new wheelchair? Those are all that's important, after all. Is me starting a GoFundMe to replace my laptop, TV, and blu-ray player unreasonable? Is only asking for help with the laptop better? Is asking for help for any of them bad?

I'll put up a poll, but if you have something to add, feel free to reply, reblog, or DM me.

[csiroof]

Wondering what the benefits of commercial roofing are?

The fifth topic helps you save money on maintenance and repair costs!

[precisionroofcrafters]

METAL ROOFING PROS AND CONS

This is part one, of a two part series regarding Metal Roofing. With the world's weather being stranger than ever (or so it seems), we thought we would give some insights, both good and bad, into Metal Roofing. We will begin with the PROS!

PROS FOR METAL ROOFING

Metal roofing is an excellent option for most homes. Today, there are tons of options available to fit in with the design of any home, and they’re designed to be longer-lasting and more durable than other types of roofing. Some of the biggest pros to having a metal roof include the following:

LONGER LASTING

A Houston shingle roof is only going to last somewhere between 12 to 20 years, depending on the quality of materials and installation. A metal roof, however, can last between 40 to 70 years, depending on the type of metal used and the installation. Homeowners who want to save money by not having to repair or replace their roofs as frequently may consider a metal roof. They won’t have to worry about any repairs or replacements for quite a while. 

FAR MORE DURABLE

The durability of roofing is crucial, especially in cities like Galveston, TX, where severe storms and hurricanes are possible. Metal roofs can sustain higher winds, up to 140 miles per hour, when they’re installed properly and can be resistant to impact, which certainly occur. It is still crucial to inspect them occasionally of course, as to make sure everything is holding up properly, but the roof won’t corrode or crack, making it an excellent option when durability is required. 

SAFER THAN OTHER MATERIALS

Wildfires and lightning strikes can happen at any time as well. When they do, shingle roofing can ignite from small sparks, leading to a house fire. Metal roofing, however, is safer. It’s not going to spark or ignite into flames, so it can help protect the home further from significant damage. 

MORE ENERGY-EFFICIENT

Take homeowners in Bunker Hill Village, TX, for example. They know just how hot the area can get. Metal roofs are designed to help reflect the UV and infrared lights from the sun, keeping the entire roof cooler no matter how hot it is outside. This can result in 10 to 25% lower cooling costs, saving homeowners a significant amount of money in the long run. 

BETTER FOR THE ENVIRONMENT

Metal roofs, depending on what options are chosen, can be made from recycled materials. They’re also completely recyclable when they’re replaced, unlike shingle roofs that can’t be recycled at all. Plus, since they last longer, there are fewer wasted materials used during the installation or repair of metal roofs, adding to the benefits for the environment. 

Our next post will cover the CONS of Metal Roofs. Be sure to check back, they are interesting.

All that said, we have many roofing options that can fit your budget and needs. So do consider Precision Roof Crafters when it's time to repair or replace your roof. We do not disappoint... and though we service all 50 States, know that our Home base is in Houston, Texas. We will be bringing lots of Educational Material to this particular blog, and it will be given from Roofing Masters, not just paid performers, so be sure to follow or check in with us.

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[frostehburr]

Games I 100%ed Between Scrambling to Put Up and Away Holiday Decorations

So... Been a while since I've actually put stuff up on the internets.

I was particularly busy with IRL nonsense, specifically: putting away Christmas decorations followed by putting up Valentines decorations that only lasted one week before I was ordered to put those away and put up Spring decorations because, yes, my family decorates for ALL holidays and seasons. This year is different because St. Patrick and Easter are in the same month, granting me some real downtime for once.

I bring all that up because the games I 100%ed recently were very short and easy.

The first one being One Night, Hot Springs! A very very small visual novel with adorable art about a trans woman celebrating her friend's birthday. Honest, I was intrigued because I'm trans and wanted to play something that was about a trans person. My options were very limited in that department. All I got left is Celeste.

Anyhow, it's FREE on steam and it's a small part of a bigger visual novel that costs about $5 on Steam. The creator is npckc and their art is consistent with all of their games. Thought it would be nice to drop the name so anyone who stumbles on this post can at least consider supporting them.

Next game was Shadow Burglar, a stealth game that made my computer's fan go haywire. I put all the settings on low, how was it still going nuts?

Well, aside from desktop issues, the game played very well. However, there was no save points. Meaning, you have to play the entire two levels in one go. The achievements were barely a thought since I got them instantly. Although, I'd imagine the last one would be trouble for anyone who has no idea what the Konami Code is. Hint: Up Up Down Down Left Right Left Right B A.

Shadow Burglar was free as well bu I don't really think it's worth the time to invest in. Maybe if the developer expanded the concept to a larger game but as is, it's best to focus on other games.

The last game I played, on Steam, during this time was Fable (Anniversary Edition). I've stated before that Fable 2 and 3 were super easy and could be finished in little to no time. I still stand by that even with the first game because the only actual grind was finding all the keys, books, chests, and stuff for the doors. Everything else was a cake walk. Mostly because almost all the achievements had two methods of unlocking them. Didn't even have to open the Demon Doors since flipping one off gets you the achievement.

Oh there was this one issue with a glitched npc that wouldn't let you play the mini game for Twinblade's doll. I got past it by giving him some gems and slowing time.

That was it for the games on Steam. As for Playstation... Have to admit... I purchased a psn subscription.

As painful as it is to admit. I had to because I couldn't get my old PS3 fixed nor could I find a refurbished one nearby. Wish I knew a reliable repair place because I enjoy playing my games on discs rather than stream but I don't so I'm doomed.

And the one game I streamed on psn was the Sly Collection. I already have to original discs but since PS4 can't play PS3 discs I was stuck with the streaming.

It didn't get too bad until the Ms. Ruby boss fight. Which has you match buttons as the icons slowly creep towards Sly. Issue with the streaming was that it lagged a lot on that level so I lost 11 lives to Ms. Ruby because the stream would not register the inputs I made.

The lag did not get better after that. I ended up having to watch Panda King's level in slow motion and Clockwork froze twice! Thankfully, the lag let up once Sly 2 started. It was smooth sailing from there. Got through all of Sly 2 and 3 nice and easy.

Until I had to do the challenges in Sly 3.

Not to say they were hard, far from it. They were just tedious. I did not like the challenges one bit. Something about putting a timer on something drives my anxiety through the roof and I freak out more because of it.

After the challenges were done I just had four mini games and the Sly Collection was 100% complete.

And despite Nintendo being the family friendly company with easy games... 100%ing a Nintendo game is a nightmare! So I had the bright idea of avoiding Nintendo stuff for some time. Only recently restarting Pokémon Scarlet after seeing the teaser for Pokémon ZA.

This puts my total amount of games completed (for these past few months) at 7. 3 from Steam and 4 from the Sly Collection (yes, I'm including the mini games as a separate game much like PSNProfiles does.

[icsmasterroofing]

How to Install Metal Roofing on a Flat Roof: A Comprehensive Guide

Thinking about installing metal roofing on your flat roof? You're in the right place! In this comprehensive guide, we'll cover everything from the basics of metal roofing to the intricacies of installation on a flat surface. Whether you're considering solar panels or commercial applications, we've got you covered. Let's dive in!

Understanding Metal Roofing

Metal roofing has gained immense popularity due to its durability, energy efficiency, and aesthetic appeal. Unlike traditional roofing materials, such as asphalt shingles, metal roofs offer superior longevity and require minimal maintenance. Additionally, they are eco-friendly and recyclable, making them a sustainable choice for homeowners and businesses alike.

Benefits of Metal Roofing

Metal roofing offers numerous advantages:

Durability: Metal roofs can last 50 years or more, outlasting traditional roofing materials.

Energy Efficiency: Reflective metal roofs can reduce energy costs by keeping your home cooler in the summer.

Low Maintenance: Metal roofs require minimal upkeep, saving you time and money over the long term.

Weather Resistance: Metal roofs are highly resistant to wind, rain, snow, and hail, providing reliable protection for your property.

Aesthetic Appeal: With a wide range of colors and styles available, metal roofing enhances the curb appeal of any building.

How to Install Metal Roofing on a Flat Roof

Installing metal roofing on a flat roof requires careful planning and execution to ensure optimal performance and longevity. Here's a step-by-step guide to help you navigate the process:

Step 1: Prepare the Surface

Before installing metal roofing, ensure that the flat roof surface is clean, dry, and free of debris. Remove any existing roofing materials and repair any damaged areas. Proper preparation is essential for a successful installation.

Step 2: Install Underlayment

Apply a high-quality underlayment to the flat roof surface to provide an additional layer of protection against moisture and ensure a smooth, even surface for the metal roofing panels. The underlayment also helps to prevent water infiltration and improve thermal performance.

Step 3: Measure and Cut Metal Panels

Measure the dimensions of the roof surface accurately and use a metal cutting tool to cut the roofing panels to the required size. Take care to ensure precise cuts to achieve a seamless installation.

Step 4: Install Flashing

Install flashing around the edges of the roof and any penetrations, such as vents or chimneys, to prevent water intrusion and ensure a watertight seal. Flashing helps to direct water away from vulnerable areas and protect the integrity of the roof.

Step 5: Attach Metal Roofing Panels

Begin by attaching the metal roofing panels to one edge of the roof and work your way across, overlapping each panel to provide maximum protection against the elements. Use screws or nails designed for metal roofing to secure the panels in place.

Step 6: Seal Joints and Fasteners

Apply sealant to the joints between metal roofing panels and around fasteners to prevent water leakage and enhance the roof's weather resistance. Proper sealing is crucial for maintaining the integrity of the installation and prolonging the life of the roof.

Installing Solar Panels on Flat Roof

Interested in harnessing solar energy for your home or business? Installing solar panels on a flat roof offers numerous benefits, including:

Optimal Sun Exposure: Flat roofs provide an ideal platform for solar panels, allowing for maximum sun exposure throughout the day.

Space Efficiency: Solar panels can be installed flush with the roof surface, maximizing available space and minimizing visual impact.

Energy Savings: Solar panels generate clean, renewable energy, reducing your dependence on traditional power sources and lowering your utility bills.

Environmental Impact: By utilizing solar power, you can significantly reduce your carbon footprint and contribute to a more sustainable future.

FAQs

Q: Can I install solar panels on a flat roof?

A: Yes, flat roofs are well-suited for solar panel installation, offering ample space and optimal sun exposure. With the right mounting system, solar panels can be securely installed on a flat surface.

Q: How much does it cost to install solar panels on a flat roof? A: The cost of installing solar panels on a flat roof depends on various factors, including the size of the system, the type of panels, and any additional equipment or accessories required. It's best to consult with a solar installer to obtain an accurate quote based on your specific needs and circumstances.

Q: Are there any maintenance requirements for solar panels on a flat roof? A: Solar panels require minimal maintenance, typically limited to periodic cleaning to remove dirt, debris, and any accumulated snow or leaves. Additionally, it's essential to inspect the panels regularly for any signs of damage or wear and tear.

Q: How long do solar panels last on a flat roof?

A: Solar panels are designed to be durable and long-lasting, with an average lifespan of 25-30 years or more. With proper installation and maintenance, solar panels can continue to generate clean energy for decades, providing an excellent return on investment.

Q: Do I need to reinforce my flat roof to support solar panels?

 A: In some cases, reinforcement may be necessary to ensure that the flat roof can support the additional weight of solar panels. A structural engineer or solar installer can assess your roof's load-bearing capacity and recommend any necessary reinforcements.

Q: Will installing solar panels on my flat roof increase the value of my property?

A: Yes, installing solar panels can increase the value of your property by reducing energy costs, increasing energy efficiency, and appealing to environmentally conscious buyers. Solar panels are considered a valuable investment that can enhance the overall marketability of your home or commercial building.

Conclusion

In conclusion, installing metal roofing on a flat roof offers numerous benefits, including durability, energy efficiency, and aesthetic appeal. Whether you're considering traditional metal roofing or incorporating solar panels, proper installation is essential for optimal performance and longevity. By following the steps outlined in this guide and consulting with a qualified professional, you can enjoy the many advantages of metal roofing for years to come.

[hekate1308]

And That Special Quiet On Christmas Morn, A Destiel Advent Calendar December 3

Read it on AO3

Masterpost

Logically, Dean knew that the painting had not saved his life. It was idiotic to think that it had somehow thrown itself down just so he wouldn’t touch the saw at that moment. But somehow, he couldn’t help but feel that this was exactly what had happened.

He didn’t tell anyone, of course – well, apart from the thing with the ceiling, which he came to regret when the next day, Crowley showed up with a workman, had him fix it, check the entire rest of Dean’s roof and refused to even tell him how much this had cost because he had decided Dean was not to pay a penny.

It was one of those spontaneous acts of generosity that Crowley, when thanked or even just spoken to about them, always denied, claiming he was a heartless bastard, despite everyone who had ever grown close to him knowing better. And Dean, from experience, knew something else – he would never find out how much he had paid, and Crowley would consider it an insult if he tried. So he resigned himself to his repaired roof but swore that on his next birthday, Crowley would get a wonderfully crafted present that he could not refuse.

At least this meant that his workshop could go back to normal right away, and it also led to Dean hanging up the painting again, at the same spot, but being very careful about it. Despite the part of him that continued to insist it would have fallen regardless just to help him, his rational thoughts reminded him that he should take better care lest it got harmed if it fell again.

All in all, whether his crazy theory was true – which it wasn’t, he reminded himself – Dean was most definitely grateful that he had purchased the painting now. He wouldn’t have liked to imagine what could have happened, or who would have found him – Sammy was known to drop by in the evening, or what if it had been Crowley or Charlie or Benny or Aaron or –

It was most definitely not fun to imagine, so he rather decided to think about something else.

After all, it was time to prepare for his small stand at the Christmas market. He’d been unsure if he even wanted to try a couple of years back, but Sam had been adamant, and he’d been right – the small trinkets and toys he made throughout the year when business was slow or he was bored had proven to be some of his best-selling products, and he had come to enjoy working the stand very much. It was something different to do than stand in his workshop all day which, much as he loved it, could grow a little monotonous, and it got him into contact with people – for example he’d met Aaron because he’d been looking for Christmas presents that weren’t too overtly Christian due to his own faith.

And so, he began making his inventory and a list of things he’d need, whistling to himself as he did so. He really did love Christmas, even if the holidays hadn’t been too much fun back when they were kids, despite his best efforts. Nowadays though, they always made sure to celebrate with as many of their friends as they could.

He glanced at the painting from time to time; he couldn’t help it. Ever since the incident, he’d begun wondering if the man had just sprung from some artist’s imagination or if there had been a model, and if so, what he’d been like. There had been little to no information the auction house could give them, which Sam had disputed because provenience was important (again showing off that art course) but Dean had simply been so happy that he had managed to get the painting that he had not cared at that moment. Now, though, it was another story entirely…

Not that there was a reason for it, he reminded himself. It had been a freak coincidence, he had gotten lucky, the big guy up in the sky had decided he got to live another day. Nothing more to it.

If only he could have made himself believe that.

Anyway, the painting was back to where it belonged, he was getting ready for Christmas time, and he hadn’t electrocuted himself. All good things in his book.

And then, that very evening, it happened.

He now knew exactly what he’d have to purchase, what he’d stock his stand with, and how he would handle his shop in the meantime, and had made himself hot chocolate to celebrate. He’d gone back to his workshop one more time just to make sure Crowley’s guy had done good work (of course he had) when he heard the voice.

“I am glad your roof is fixed now.”

[awesome-casuallyfamouscollector]

Why it costs a fortune to fix a car! I've never seen parts cost SO much in my 30 years as a mechanic

P.S. "Fix what you have"" is great advice...

Not only have the prices of new cars gone through the roof, but also the complex design features of new cars will make their maintenance and repairs astronomically expensive... you will have to pay not only interest on the loan, but also very expensive maintenance for "luxury" extras... Reasonable and frugal people DON'T buy overly complicated and overpriced cars at the moment... If you have a used or owned simple working car, save it a little longer and drive it worry-free. New cars are a complete nightmare in terms of prices and maintenance costs...