#I just ddn't like the look in his eyes

[normal-girl89]

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Confession time, so when I was gone I uhhh started some arg. And I basically used the Crawford's likeness, to work through some stuff (with how I was raised by them), without their permission. That Is wrong, I admit that, they found out and I stopped working on it. Like they have access to the email I made for it, but now their getting on my ass about it updating?????

[onlymexsarah]

Burning Flames II || Eris Vanserra

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x Archeron!reader Summary: Since you became High Fae there were only two things that scared you: your deadly power and your attraction toward the male you should hate most after Tamlin, Eris Vanserra. Warnings: mention of war, death and my english A/n: I'm so happy that your are liking this story! There will be more chapters, but I still have to decide how many. If you want to keep up with the story and want to get added to the taglist just ask! Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3

The war was a mess. The smell of blood and death was making Eris sick. He was fighting with both his sword and his power, determined to end every Hybern's soldier that ended in front of him.

His brothers were fighting as well around him, his father too, thank the cauldron. Eris ddn't know what he would have done if his father refused to fight for Prythian. Probably his plan to become the new High Lord of the Autumn Court would have seen light sooner than expected.

It was foolish to hope that maybe his father would find his end here in battle, but still it was one more motivation to stay alive and fight until the end.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, something inside his chest stirred. He wondered for a moment if a soldier had managed to slice him in the ribs, but when he looked down he saw that no blade had come close to his chest.

It felt like a string was attached to his ribs, and it urged him to run toward the forest at his right. Eris grunted as he started to make his way throught the battlefield, following the invisible string that was now yelling at him to move faster.

A sense of terror fell over him as he crept closer, as he started to be afraid to know what, or who, laid at the end of that string.

He knew it before he heard you.

"Elain, run!" your voice pierced throught the forest like a fallen star in a clouded sky. He had dreamed of that voice longer than he liked to admit.

His quick eyes scanned around him, searching for any trace of you. Suddenly the smell of burned flesh hit his nose and his legs moved on their own. He had never run this faster in his life. He knew where you were, and he knew you were fighting. Alone.

As soon as he arrived he saw burning flames blinding his eyes for a moment. Then, among them, he saw you, without any armor and with what he recognized as an Illyrian blade at your side, untouched. Around you there were six Hybern's soldiers, sneering at you.

"The King want her alive!" one of them said as you tried to aim at them with your fire. "knock her off!"

It had happened so fast that Eris was still running before he could stop it. A soldier run around you and sliced your leg with his blade. Your yell of pain cracked something inside Eris as he saw your flames going out all at once while you fell on the ground.

Faebane.

Eris saw red. Two soldiers had their hands on your arms, twisting them behind your back. As soon as he was close enough his fire errupted all around him, burning completely the four Hybern's soldiers that circled you while he took his blade in his hand and looked at the two who were still holding you.

"I suggest you to leave her." Eris' voice was as cold as death. He barely register that your head snapped up and watched him surprised.

One of the soldiers snickered and held your arm thighter behind you, making you hiss in pain. "Your father should have bowed to our king when he had the chance."

"Your king should have never came here." was Eris' response before he launched himself at them. Two soldiers were no match for someone with his battles experience. He could have ended them quickly, but he inteded to make them suffer for what they were trying to do.

He took away their swords with little effort, then he gripped their neck with both his hands and watched as they screamed while his fire burned them from the inside out.

When the burned bodies of the soldiers fell down lifeless he took a moment to enjoy what he had done, and then a grunt behind him made him turn on his heels. There you were, trying to use your sword to stand up on your good leg while the other fell useless at your side.

"Let me help." Eris said towering you and offering you his hand. He saw how your eyes stared at his hand for a moment, as if deciding if spit on it or take it. "Don't worry, I won't bite you while there is still a war I need to win out there."

His ironic voice made your eyes snap in his and...cauldron boils him. As you finally decided to take his hand and let him help you to stand up Eris felt like someone punched him in the gut. He was short of breath, his sight darkened all around him until the only thing he could see was you, and only the Mother knew how beautiful you were.

Your hair had been tied in a long braid behind your head, leaving your face in full display for him to admire. Your flushed cheeks, your brown, warm eyes behind which he knew hid a deadly, beautiful power.

Mate.

You were his mate, and he was yours.

Mate. Mate. Mate.

Every inch of his body yelled at him those words. He could feel his soul twisting and jumping, finally relieved to have found their other one.

Eris hadn't realized how long he had stared at you because at some point you took your hand away from his abruptly, the same hand you had seemed to lingered in his for a bit too long, and scoffed. "Don't you have a war to win?"

His brain needed a second to function normally again. You were watching him cautiously, and he realized that the bond hadn't snapped for you. No, it had snapped for him because you were in danger, but the bond had no reason to snap for you.

A feel of protectiveness grew inside him as he watched your bloody leg while you ripped a piece of your cloak and wrapped it around your injury.

"Unfortunately, I can't let a lady in distress walk alone in the middle of a battlefield." he said taking back control of himself and using his casual, mocking voice.

You looked at him with the same defiancing eyes that had him almost kneel when you had watched his father like that during the High Lords meeting.

"I'm not a lad-" your voice stopped abrutply as your eyes widened, looking around you.

"What's wrong?" he murmure quietly, a hand ready on his sword trying to sense any threat.

You just slowly looked around one more time, one of your hand closed thightly over your chest, holding your cloak close as if you were suddenly cold. "The cauldron is here." you said slowly as Eris watched you carefully. "He is watching. He is..." your eyes widened again, snapping toward a direction deeper in the forest. "Nesta!"

And then you run.

***

You ran like your life depended on it. Your eyes were completely watered, you weren't sure if it was from the pain in the leg or the dreadly sensation that the Cauldron made you feel for your sister. You barely saw what was in fron of you, some branches hit your face, some roots made you almost fall.

When you reached your sister your blood froze. The King of Hybern was standing in front of Nesta, Cassian was laying behind her with his wings broken and legs shuttered. They were fighting, but you saw that Nesta was only buying time.

You would not stand there and watch her die. You took a step toward them, ready to yell at the King and bring his attention on you, but suddenly a big hand covered you mouth, pushing you back against someone's chest.

You tried to break free from his grip but he was stronger and pushed you to the ground until you were both kneeling behind a bush.

"It's me, calm down." as the male whispered in your ear you recognized Eris' voice. His other arm was firmly around your waist, keeping you against his chest as he was kneeling right behind you.

For a moment you were confused. Why had Eris followed you? The King of Hybern was right in front of you, the smartest choice would have been to run and go back to the battlefiel with his soldier, so why was he there?

You tried to break free again from his hand on your mouth, but he only pressed it tighter. "What do you think you are doing?" He whispered almost angryly. "You are without power. You can't defeat him."

You brought both your hands on his and pulled it away from your mouth to be able to speak. "He is going to kill my sister." you whispered firmly, turning your head slightly toward him. You had to rose your eyes to met his, and he was already looking at you with an intensity you had never seen. "Let. Me. Go."

"No." Eris sneered almost angrier that you had suggested it. "I won't let you get yourself killed."

"Why do you care?" You almost said out loud, angry at him and looking back at your sister. "My sister needs-"

The words died in your throat as your eyes had shifted on Nesta again and lying few feet behind the King you saw a body. A human, male body. Dead. Lifeless.

Your father.

A pained cry escaped your mouth as Eris quickly blocked it with his hand again. Your hands grabbed his wrist, but not to take away his hand, but to hold it tighter.

Your father's neck was angled at an unnatural angle; his glassy eyes open, staring in front of him. Your father was dead.

Eris hold you tighter against his body as you realized you were shivering with sobs. Had he recognized the body? Had he made the connection? You didn't care, because he held you nevertless.

As you gribbed his wrist as your life depened on it you started to feel something grow inside you. Rage. Anger. Hatred. All of them directed to the King of Hybern who was now standing in front of Nesta and Cassian, both on the ground holding to each other, ready to die.

And you couldn't accept that.

You bite Eris' hand. His surprised and distraction enough for you to stand up and running away from him, toward the king. You were ready with your sword in your hand to kill him, but someone appeared from the shadows behind the King and stabbed a black blade in his throat.

Elain.

"Don't you touch my sister." Elain hissed in the King's ear as he fell on his knees.

You met Nesta's eyes, and with a silent nod you both put your hands on the hilt of the blade and twisted it in the King's neck.

When you turned around to search for Eris, he was already gone.

***

Feyre called the meeting in your old house, and you had prepared everything in just two days. The chairs, the benches, the pillows and everything else that could allow people to sit or stand comfortably through a meeting that surely would last many hours.

To your surprise Beron was the first to arrive. He didn't acknowledge you or Feyre, but he came; that was the important thing. And with him he brought Eris.

You had not seen him since the battle, and somehow you had felt a little disappointed. You had expected...what? That he would seek you out after the battle? He surely had more important things to do, and the farest away you stayed from him the better.

He had saved your life, sure, but it didn't change the type of person he was. The type of person that had made the Night Court hate him for five centuries.

As soon as he entered you had tried to keep your breathing normal. Eris had a brutal slice down his cheek and neck, full of bruises all over his face that made you understand he had went back fighting when he had disappeared.

Worry run through your blood as you saw in what state he was, but you told yourself you were tired, that your father death had brought you to worry for everyone else. You had tired yourself until blankness those days to help the injured, to keep your mind busy, because everytime you stopped doing something the tears came back.

And now, seeing Eris like that made you wondered why he hadn't gone to see a healer. The slice looked back, and a primal sensation grew inside you, needing to help him to heal.

As Nesta showed them where they would sit you tried to push away all those thoughts, telling yourself that you were just confused by the war. But as father and son sat down on their chairs, Eris looked briefly toward you, as he had alwayd known where you were standing, and something flickered in his eyes, Something you couldn't decifer.

You found yourself lost for a moment in those deep green eyes, but as Mor's figure entered your peripheral view you adverted your eyes, focusing on the next people that enetered the house, giving them a warm smile and gesturing them to their seats.

When the meeting started you stood at Feyra's right, while Nesta stood at her left. Elain had decided to stay away from unwanted attention, but as the only humans who had ever been Made, the three of you stood at the center, rappresenting the perfect middle between High Fae and humans.

People shared their stories, humand and Fae alike. They shared their lives, Feyre told hers, and you had to close your eyes to not cry in front of everyone for what she had been throught. Your little sister, alone in the Fae world had died, and you had risked to lose her forever had it not been for Rhysand and the other High Lords.

You clenched your hands tight in front of you. You would not tell your story. Not yet. Not to everyone. Every choice had been taken away from you since a long time, and even if it sounded extremely selfish, your first choice would be to keep your story for yourself.

The stories you heard were all about the same. Loss and deaths. Loss and deaths in all form and ways. All of the stories might start differently, but they all ended the same. With this war. With someone dead.

And for a moment your eyes fell on Eris again, who was listening carefully every story. You could have easily been part of that stories of death. Your sister might have had to tell the story of how you had died if it hadn't been for him. He had chosen to not let it happen. You couldn't understand why, but he still had. And even if he was a horrible person, you owed him.

His eyes never met yours during the entire night, and something inside you told you he was doing it on purpose. He was avoiding your gaze.

As the meeting come to an end you felt the physical need to talk to him, and it terrified you. You had met him just twice, and talked to him once. It didn't make sense that you wanted to talk to him, but you told yourself it was because he had saved your life. Yes, that was it.

As soon as the people left the house you put the hood of your cloak on your head and followed silently, never loosing sight of the redhead few rows in front of you. You needed to find him away from his father and his brothers, or it would have been extremely awkward.

But one you were alone with him what would you do? Thank him? Ask him why he saved you? Telling him you were extremely confused because the Inner Circle always pictured him as an arrogant, selfish asshole while he had no esitated to save you and stop you from getting killed from the King of Hybern?

Fuck it, you had lost him. You had a vague idea of where the Autumn Court's camp was, but you didn't dare to walk too close to it knowing damn well that their High Lord didn't like you at all.

"Tell me, is it hard for you to stay out of trouble or you find it funny?" a deep voice said behind you making you jump. You turned around and saw Eris hid in the shadows of two tents. "You made a fool of my father at the High Lords meeting, you should stay away from his soldiers."

You took a step closer to him and lowered the hood from your head as you rose your chin looking at him cautiously. "I was looking for you."

Eris didn't hide the surprise on his face. "Why?"

Yeah, why? Your eyes fell on the ugly scar on his face. "You saved my life." You said quietly. "Let me repay the debt by curing you."

He rose an eyebrow, looking at you suspiciously. "Didn't your watch dogs warn you about what a bad guy I am?"

You rolled your eyes and let a bright flame appeared on your hand as you walked closer to him. "I can handle myself, thanks for your concern." You saw him tensing as you stepped closer and you let a sigh. "If I wanted to kill you I wouldn't do it in the middle of a war camp."

Eris' eyes locked in your with an annoyed look. "And, pray tell, how can you cure what other healers couldn't?"

You ignored how his deep voice sent shivers down ypur spine, telling yourself it was for the cold air. "My fire has healing properties. I don't think there is something that my cauldron's gift can't cure." You gestured with a finger to turn his head to one side.

"Have you ever done it before?" he asked uncertain.

You took a deep sigh feeling your patience running out. "Are you always so difficult with people who want to help you?"

"Only if they are pretty." he grinned with a wink.

A sudden need to slap him grew inside you, with something else that you carefully ignored. "Last chance to turn your head or I'll let that ugly scar leave a mark on your face for the rest of your life."

His grin grew wider but, thank the cauldron, he turned his face to one side and shut his mouth. You brought the little flame that glow in your left hand close to his scar while with your other hand grabbed his chin gently. "It won't hurt, just tickle."

He tensed under your touch, and you wondered if in five hundred years someone, beside his mother, had ever showed him kindness. You mentally slapped yourself. Those were dangerous thoughts. From the stories you had heard Eris had never showed kindness himself, so why someone should be kind to him? You were only fufilling a debt, nothing more.

Standing so close he towered you with little effort, and you almost had to go on your tip toes to reach his cheek. For a moment you wondered how many people had stood so close to the heir of Autumn and didn't get hurt, but you pushed those thoughts away.

Your flames dances around his scar for few seconds before it started to heal in front of your eyes. As soon as it was healed completely you took a quick step back, putting distance between your bodies.

"Done." you said clearing your throat.

He touched his healed skin with his fingers silently before bringing his eyes on you. "Thank you." he gave you a nod.

You nodded back politely as your mind started to gather all the reasons why you should leave and forget about him as soon as possible. The list was extremely long. "Good night, Eris."

You put your hood back on and turned on your heels, ready to leave when his voice stopped you. "My tent is at the east side of our camp. I sleep there with my soldiers and they have a strict order to not hurt anyone." You looked over your shoulder, confused by his words. "If you ever need something, come there. You'll be safe."

You didn't hide the confusion on your face, but gave him a nod and thanked him quickly before walking away in the dark.

Eris was dangerous; his encinting green eyes were dangerous; his silky voice was dangerous; his whole body was dangerous, and not because it was lethal on a battlefield, but because it made you forget every horrible action he had ever did. Only by looking at him you had almost dreamed things that would never be possible, and it terrified you.

For the next days you never placed foot again near the Autumn's camp, and Eris never sought you out.

tag: @adventure-awaits13

[bafflement]

Deaged Oz AU - Meeting Team CFVY

"Very funny, you two. I know you like gossip, but couldn't you come up with something more believable?" Daichi sounded fed up. Being a fully licenced huntsman might have made him open up a bit more, but that didn't mean he was going to just believe his team mates like this. Ozpin, as a child? Sounded like nonsense...

"I don't know..." Fox interjected. "It does sound sort of like something Professor Ozpin might have done. But why would he be here in Vacuo? As a child? It just isn't credible, guys, you need to try harder."

"He requested a meeting with us later, so you'll both see soon enough. Does this really sound like something we'd make up, guys?"

"Honestly? If you were bored enough, Coco, yes. That you got Velvet in on it is slightly impressive, but..."

"Yeah, yeah... are you two coming to the meeting or not?"

The boys glanced at each other and shrugged. They ddn't really have anything better to do today, their next mission wouldn't be for a few days, after all. Maybe meeting the little boy that Coco and Velvet were so illogically certain was somehow their dead headmaster would be fun?

The message requesting the meeting appeared on Coco's scroll a few hours later. The person sending it seemed nervous from the language, but the room they'd picked wasn't too far away. Fox, reading it over her shoulder, shrugged to himself. The words used did sound sort of Ozpin-ish, after all. Maybe it WAS magic... after all, the Grimm Queen was supposedly real enough.

There was indeed a boy seated casually in the room as Team CFVY entered. He seemed to be reading, though he looked up when he heard their presence. A familiar looking cane was propped up against the chair and his silver hair was just as tousled as they remembered Ozpin's being. His eyes were Ozpin's, too, though the glasses he wore were a different shape, they were still tinted that same dark shade. He smiled at them gently and nodded in greeting.

Fox stared, as did Daichi. The cane was rather unmistakeable after all and the boy's coloring matched up with their recollections of their old headmaster. The boy was even primarily dressed in green, though there were hints of gold here and there in his outfit.

"Hello again, students." Oz murmured, eyes sparkling. "It has been rather a long while, after all."

"You... are you actually Professor Ozpin? I thought you were, well, dead..."

"The rumors of my demise were a tad exaggerated, I fear. Though I prefer to go by Tip, at the moment. So if you could, please call me that?"

"... Tip?" Velvet ventured... "Umm, what happened to you, if I can ask?"

"Magic, as I told Miss Adel and yourself. This was a backlash from something that occured when Beacon fell. I became a child. At least it appears temporary in that I'm growing up again."

For the first time, Coco really noticed just how small Tip was, how vulnerable he appeared. Her eyes softened in understanding.

"They'd target you, wouldn't they?"

"I rather fear that they would. Salem already has, in fact. I would ask that you keep this to yourself as much as possible, at least for the next few weeks? I am very well aware that this is not the sort of secret that can be kept for long, however despite your love of gossip... it is a dangerous one."

"I'd never think to spread something like this!" Coco was quick to assure, wilting slightly at Tip's single raised eyebrow which was his only response. "... anymore. You're just a boy, professor, I'm not going to put you in danger like that!"

"Thank you, Miss Adel. I'm sure you all have questions?"

"Magic is real, does that mean the person that tried to hurt you has it, too? Or... do you?"

Tip sighed. "The one that tried to kill me is the current Fall Maiden. As such, yes, she has a not inconsiderable amount of magic."

Coco blinked at that, assimilating it, before realising what he hadn't said. "And... do you have magic, too?"

"... yes." Tip sounded very reluctant now. "I do."

"... Prof... Tip? I know the stories, we all do. If you have magic too, does that make you the wizard?"

Tip swallowed before nodding, once, the quick, choppy motion looking very out of place on someone they were used to being so very elegant.

Well then, that was certainly a thing to know...

[razorbeard]

He couldn't help but laugh as he heard Caleb's suggestion, he grinned softly as he gave the singer a soft shake before snatching one of the shots poured for him and said. "Mmmmm sounds like a beautiful plan to me!" He knocked back one before putting the glass back down and grabbed another and then added. "I imagine you can do a lottttt worse then lil ol me huh?" He nudged him gently with his elbow as he relaxed against the bar. It was odd that he found himself coming back to this club after his first encounter with Caleb, something about him drew him back, but he wouldn't openly admit that. He was caught off guard by the question of dancing when he was about to grab another shot and laughed nervously. "Ahhhhhhhh....I can dance, now a matter a if it's good or not? Depends on how drunk I am!" He wasn't about to shy away from having a little fun that much was clear, but the shy look in his eyes clearly spoke to the fact he ddn't think he was all that good at dancing. He grabbed the bottle and poured them some more shots as he laughed and said. "I think I got a fairly decent sense a rhythm and shit........but uhhhh can't say I've had many chances to test it out ya know? But I mean if you're asking as I said before I'd a fool to say no right?" He grinned softly as he knocked back another shot as he watched Caleb carefully seeing just how much of a fool he'd made of himself admitting he's not done a lot of dancing.

Caleb couldn't help but lean a bit into the hug, smirking at his words. " Guess we just have to get shitfaced together then. " He gave Cale's chest a friendly punch before ordering the first round of drinks. One of many most likely.

And after getting a taste of the mercenary, he was eager for more. However, right now he was more than happy to just hang out and see where the evening lead. Something about Cale's company was just different to the rest of these guys. " I'm not workin' tonight but we could still check out the other bands. You dance, don't you? " He took a swig of his shot, giving Cale an almost teasing smirk as he leaned in a bit closer because he was oh so curious about the answer.

[newtonsheffield]

If this is spoiling things and you've already got plans then ignore this but now that we've seen Edwina's reaction I feel the need to see Kate's parents reaction when she gets home and/or they notice Anthony not dropping Kate home anymore

Ohhh boy, this is a bit awkward because Mary and Tom had started to think of Anthony as Kate's boyfriend, even if she wasn't ready to admit it. I mean, he dropped her home, he ate dinner with them and they giggle and flirt and nudge one another, he takes her to parties and they hung out that whole Sunday. And suddenly, Kate's home early, every day and she hasn't said anything about Anthony in days.

"No Anthony tonight?" Mary said as Kate walked into the kitchen searching through the fridge for an afternoon snack trying to hide the fact she'd been crying. She cleared her throat.

"No. Not today."

Mary frowned, "I made his barfi."

Guilt swirled in Kate's stomach, her fingernails digging into her fists. "Sorry, Mary. Anthony's not going to be around much anymore. I'm sorry I wasted your time."

And she hated to say it, hated that she'd been waiting by his locker like a pathetic, lovesick girl when all he'd wanted was something warm under him. Hated that he'd probably just wanted to see how far he could push her. A game like the easy give and take between them, the bruise from his lips burning on her chest. But no, that wasn't fair. She knew it was more than that.

Kate had seen the look in his eyes when she'd started unbuttoning her shirt at lunch today, it had been soft, and longing. She'd seen the way he'd looked at her as they ate lunch together a soft smile on his face as she'd stolen a bite of his rice pudding right out from under him. He had felt it too. Felt the way the air seemed to crackle with energy around them, felt the magnetism pull them together. But clearly she'd stepped over some invisible boundary as she stood in no man's land waiting for him. And that still stung.

Mary frowned, "Did you two have a fight?"

Kate bit her lip, her arms crossed over her chest, tears stinging at her eyes again, shaking her head a little dumbly, "Sort of?"

Mary's arms were tight around her before she could blink, soothing circles on her back just like when she'd been a tiny girl, hiding from the lightning.

"What happened?" Her voice was so gentle.

"I know what I want, and Anthony's a little confused right now about what he wants so... We're not really . It just sucks because, I really really like him. I know he seems kind of-"

Mary cut her off, "I like Anthony, I think you'd be sweet together."

Kate's chest ached, "I thought so too. Can we just... not tell Dad about this?" She wasn't sure why she ddn't want her Dad to know. Maybe because he'd warmed up to Anthony, and a tiny part of her thought he might decide he wanted her again.

Mary hummed, "Of course we don't have too, but Katie," She pulled back staring down into her eyes, "For what it's worth, I saw the way Anthony looked at you, I think he might just be having a bit of trouble allowing himself to accept what he deserves."

Kate shrugged nodding a little, "I can wait for a little while, but I don't know if he wants me to."

Mary let her go, and when her Dad looked around the kitchen surprised a little while later and said

"No Anthony tonight?"

Mary got there first, "Anthony needed to take his brother out this afternoon isn't that right, Katie?"

And she let herself nod wishing it was true.

[bojackhorsemanobviously]

Bojack took a closer look at Erics tounge feeling a sense of horror wash over him when he noticed the tiny little stitches. Oh god. oh god. oh fuck was his fault? was this his fault for sending his mother away for the evening? "Eric, I am so sorry. you were right i should have suggested to your mom to stop having sex." Well that would have been very unreasonable but it was his idea for liane to take her sex life to a hotel. he couldn't even imagine how horrorfied the poor . " what.. what kind of sick person does this to someone?! Especially a child, oh god eric i am so so sorry."

He was starting to feel angry, but then erics quesion causes his face to pale as a sinking sensation of dread hits his chest. He knew there was no good excuse for the whole prom thing and especially the after event, he wasn't sure how much eric knew about that.. as it was a 1000 times worse and he knew it, no matter how much part of his brain tried to tell him nothing happened and it was her fault, he knew it was bullshit.

. "Eric." He spoke slowly, " That was.. yes.. .. I wanted to live my glory days of horsin around, where i took my daughter to prom but.. turns out life isn't a sitcom.. and im a real piece of shit.. a real selfish peice of shit but nothing happened .. I suppose I suppose that doesn't matter. I traumatized that girl. " He didn't even look him in the eye eyes downcast on the floor feeling disgusted, he didnt have charlotte so he went with penny was he thinking? He didn't know. it was all so fucked up.

He looked Eric in the eyes again tears starting to form, " so thats why you've been acting so.. god.. im so sorry. i didn't want. i never... we........ nothing happened ..." He was starting to panic heart pounding in his chest his forehead growing very sweaty. " charlotte. i wanted.. I wanted charlotte.. i promise nothing happened."

"I just fucked up .. i lost two amazing friends that night.. but nothing .. physical happened.. i know it doesn make it right. . . i betrayed a good friend that night. . I can never take it back.. "

" I don't. I don't really like thinking about sarah lynn."

She was on his mind a lot though especially whenever he looked at cartman, just sad child who wanted his approval. he had vowed to the exact oppostite and acutally do right by kids from now on.. but did it matter? It would never bring her back.. still waited for her to OD.. could any good he tries do anything? Hearing about erics attack he was suspecting no, he would always end up hurting people he cared about. nothing he did really mattered.

"sarah lynn was very high on drugs and wanted to crash at my place . I was so busy lost in a stupid fantasy worl creating a home life I never had as a kid I let her stick around for a while. " He decided to leave out how he wanted to be a father to her cause.. what was he gonna say he wanted to fuck his daughter??? even to this day he wasn't sure if he loved her like a daughter or if it was a lie he told himself .

.. " We wer both high on drugs and very drunk.. I don't know why it happened but she was 30. "

He made sure to emphaise the 30 part. " I never ever saw her as anything but my costar on set. to be honest I didn't have much thoughts about he i was kind of wrapped up in my own ego to give much though to sarah lynn. "H frowned guilt seeping in, all the time she wanted to spend in his dressing room talking about her dad being weird. he just never thought about what she meant, it didn't occur to his 20 year old brain at all. Heck when sharona was afired he even refused her access to his room a lot more. God, he hhated thinking about what the poor girl went through back then..

".. i'm not a good person, Eric I hurt sarah lynn to make myself feel better.. i thought a bender would be a way to make myself happy afte my friend todd left my sorry ass. .. which .. was also my fault.. I ..... slept with his girlfriend.. for years I did ddn't put anyone before me not even those i loved. but I never thought she would die... i thought we could party forever. that we were free to life a life away from judgement.. and the pressures of hollywood. "

"Then she died.. at the planetarium... she her draems of being an arcticet. and my selfish ass didn't take her to the hospital. .. ... I don't know why.. I panicked... i thought I'd go to prison since she used the drugs i had in car.. i never meant. I don't know why I didn' throw em.. oh god." He started hyperventatling.. unable to focus on erics other questions

Eric's been dreading this day for multiple reasons. Not only were the memories with Scott tormenting him, but the nightmares of him and Bojack were affecting him just as deeply and he wasn't sure what to expect from this encounter. Bojack has never done anything to make him feel that way, but something deep inside him was afraid anyway. Something he didn't quite understand. The fact that he was on crutches didn't help. What if he uses it to his advantage??

Eric shudders and tries to shake away the thoughts as he makes his way to the receptionist for his appointment. After signing in, he's told to just wait in his office, since Bojack had stepped out for a moment. With a reluctant sigh, he does just that, going in and sitting down on the lounge sofa that he usually lays back on.

"So weak..." As uncomfortable as he was with Scott's texts about Bojack, he still found himself wanting Bojack in his life. He knew it was his job to care, but he wanted to believe it so badly. Eric zips up his sweater all the way and fidgets with the strings of his hoodie. As the door clicks open, Eric flinches and squeezes his eyes shut instinctively.

Everything is fine. Everything is normal.

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"Of course I haven't told him. I ddn't want to make things harder, to make it tougher." He sighed deeply and shook his head before he ran a hand through his hair and closed his eyes. "Didn't want to burden anyone, didn't want to make it harder than it needed to be, didn't want to ruin your time with Tony, just wanted them to leave you both in peace." He frowned softly and looked down. "I couldn't tell Stephen...how could I? He'd be angry and tear the place down and I worried that would get him in trouble."

Tony watched the fear fill the man's eyes hearing the promise and he looked between the two of them. "And if that isn't enough, Friday will make sure to deliver a suit right to your damn window and you will not like what it brings. I am not fighting any more. Iron Man died when I snapped, when I removed the threat of Thanos from every timeline, from all existence, from every moment of whatever reality and timeline there is from that point onward. No one else is going to drag my ass back into this life. I am retired, understood?" Tony's voice was calm, cold, and almost psychopathic as he spoke.

The man nodded a little and he began to find his phone in his pocket ready to make the call. He took a deep breath and calmed himself as he called Ross and commanded him to back down, to leave Steve alone and let Tony be. They were not going after Iron Man any more as it was too much of a hassle and a risk. He hoped that would be enough.

You're as beautiful as the day I lost you. (Maybe post Endgame?)

Tony paused a moment hearing those words. Hearing the pure honesty behind that stunned him to silence as he looked up at the taller man. He had thought he was mid space, remembered fighting, remember drifting through a strange expanse, and suddenly he was back. A mangled arm at his side, burned and twisted thanks to the power of the stones, but it seemed the world had gone along without him and it had become something safe. “I didn’t mean to be gone so long…”