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aeoki · 2 years ago

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Grand Slam - Blue Requiem: Chapter 4

Location: Yumenosaki Academy Pool Characters: Tomoya, Sora & Aira

TL Note:

For those who are unfamiliar with these titles, Sora is referring to the actual games of Super Smash Brothers and Fall Guys.

< Almost an hour later. Right after the end of the first event, "Moby Dick", on Day 2 of the “Old-Fashioned Sports Festival”. >

Tomoya: Dammit~ After all that stuff I said, I still lost~!

Aira: Ahaha… You didn’t lose, Mashiro-senpai. I was the “White Whale” but I still ended up being pushed into the water.

In terms of the event, it’s the “White Whale’s” loss, in other words, “Team StarPro’s” loss while it’s “The RhyLin and CosPro Alliance” and “Team NewDi’s” victory, right?

Tomoya: I guess so… Rather than my loss, it’s more like Harukawa’s victory, huh.

Sora: HaHa~♪

Tomoya: No HaHa~s! I’m so frustrated! I completely lost! Harukawa, you’re “Team newDi’s” leader and I thought you weren’t there for the first event today!

But that wasn’t the case at all. We just couldn’t “see” you.

Sora: Sora had a transparent cloak on~ Just kidding~♪

Aira: Umm. I still didn’t understand the logic at the end, but Harukawa-senpai, where did you go during the event?

Tomoya: Hmm~ I was also shoved into the water in the blink of an eye, so this is just speculation, but he was probably hiding behind the other player’s backs.

He calculated where the others would be looking and always made sure to stay in their blind spot. That’s why we couldn’t see him – we weren’t aware he was there.

I think the cameras would still have captured him, though. They would have captured us moving stupidly here and there without noticing Harukawa.

Aira: D-Does that mean he was in our blind spot the entire time? In that small pool? Can a human do that?

Sora: HiHi~♪ Sora can see stuff like that through “colours”! Like, where a person’s focusing their attention.

Tomoya: If you can already do that, you’re basically superhuman, Harukawa.

Sora: Thank you for the compliment! But Sora would prefer if you called him a magician instead…♪

Tomoya: No, thanks. I’m just your average teenager with no special powers, but people will compare us since you’ve got crazy-good physical abilities and cheats.

Sora: Sora isn’t cheating~ It’s not like Sora doesn’t pay a price for it, you know?

Sora’s brain hurts after seeing all the “colours”! That’s why Sora stayed at the back to conserve energy on the first day!

But things were reorganised and Sora’s “Team NewDi” fell to the very bottom~ So Sora’s shackles came off~♪

Tomoya: Scary. Uuu~ It looks like our tough battle is just gonna keep going. Even though we formed an alliance with “Team CosPro”, I knew it wouldn’t be that easy to turn the tables in our favour in one go.

I think things are just gonna get worse for us until we fall into last place.

Sora: HuHu~♪ It’s an okay result!

Making Ai-chan, the “White Whale”, fall was something bound to happen, but we had to defeat as many players from “The RhyLin and CosPro Alliance”.

Players that had fallen into the water won’t gain any points, so the points would be split up between the surviving players! And Sora was the sole survivor in the event~

Tomoya: Yeah. A lot of the points split from “Team StarPro” to “Team NewDi”, so it looks like you guys are slowly catching up to them.

Sora: Yes! Now, things are finally getting interesting~♪

Aira: That’s a totally unexpected ambush… Harukawa-senpai, I always thought you were someone like a mascot character that makes everyone relaxed with the cute things you do and say.

But I can’t believe how scary you can be once you’re the enemy.

Tomoya: Ahh~ That’s what it probably looks like from the outside, huh. I think the public sees “Ra*bits” with a similar kind of image.

But once “small and cute animals” are on equal footing, they’ll end up fighting each other for their territory. You won’t be able to call them cute after seeing that.

You’ll really lose if you don’t take it seriously. Harukawa is pretty merciless when it comes to battles.

Sora: HeHe~♪ Gaming isn’t fun if you’re not being serious, you know?

The previous event was a lot of fun because it was like a video game~♪ Like, the one you have to push everyone off! Super Idol Brothers! Or Fall Idols[*] !

Actually, Sora was able to make use of the skills he learnt in those games! Video games aren’t just for fun!

Tomoya: I don’t get what you're saying.

…Acchoo!

Sora: Ah! You two should get changed. If not, you guys should wear a jacket?

It looks like the weather has been abnormal lately so it’s gotten colder. You might catch a cold~

Tomoya: You’re right… It’s already turning into autumn. You’re amazing in that aspect, Harukawa. You’ve already worn something warm.

Sora: HoHo~♪ Sora often falls asleep with his belly showing, so Senpai always scolds Sora for that! He always says, “Please cover yourself, all right?”

Sora has been told off so many times now, so Sora remembers ♪

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hyenahunt · 3 years ago

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Obbligato: The Baptism of Jun Sazanami - 5

Writer: Akira

Season: Spring, three years ago

Characters: Jun, Tatsumi

Proofreading: 310mc + Remi (JP) & honeyspades (ENG)

Translation: hyenahunt & Peace

Jun: (I spent each and every day working my ass off without even the tiniest protest, and I got jack shit for it. Damn it, damn it, damn 'em all.)

Time: Three years ago. A week after the Reimei Academy entrance ceremony.

Location: Reimei Academy's dormitory for Non-Special Students, nicknamed the "Labour Camp".[1]

Jun: (No clue how many centuries it's been since the four social classes of feudal Japan were established, since I never learned about ‘em, but...)

(Here in Reimei Academy, there's definitely a clear-cut class system.)

(I've gotten that beaten into me within this first week alone.)

(They do a thorough evaluation of your skills and ability as an idol once you enter Reimei Academy. From there, everyone gets sorted into being either a Special Student, or into a catch-all category for everything else.)

(And the thing is, in Reimei Academy, Special Students take priority above everything else.)

(No, actually, it's more like the only ones who count as students and idols here are the Specials alone.)

(As for those of us who got sorted into that “everything else” category, no one recognises us as being anything nearly so precious — or even as human beings, really.)

(From the moment we wake up in the morning 'til we sleep at night, we're forced to take care of those guys.)

(We gotta cook for 'em, help with their outfit changes, prep their meals, or clean up and tidy the practice rooms for those ever-important Special Students...)

(The place you sleep, the classrooms you study in, and the topics you learn — it's a whole world of difference from what they get.)

(We're being ground down and used up all for their sake, just to ensure they live a comfortable life and can conduct their idol activities.)

(I mean, what else can we do? We're just useless pieces of crap that have no chance of becoming idols!)

(That's what we got judged as! While we're still only just newbies, without a chance of even making anything outta ourselves yet!)

(...But it looks like I'm even more hopeless at being an idol than I thought. I mean, I couldn't even make it as a Special Student.)

(Even though I worked so hard at it, during a time when every other kid my age was being doted on by their kind parents and got to kick back and play games.)

(I spent each and every day working my ass off without even the tiniest protest, and I got jack shit for it. Damn it, damn it, damn 'em all.)

Tatsumi: ...

Jun: ......!?

Huh? Wha? Uuu?

Tatsumi: Good morning. ♪

Jun: You're, uh, Tatsumi Kazehaya... -senpai.

Tatsumi: Haha, yes, I am. What an honour it is that you know of me.

Jun: You were um, at the entrance ceremony...

Tatsumi: Ah, that's right, I did introduce myself back then. All the same, I truly am delighted you've kept me in mind.

More importantly, you all should've already gotten up and ready for the morning meeting.

You'll miss out on breakfast if you sleep in, you know.

Jun: That would be the case, but... I got into a lil' bit of trouble the other day, so the teacher told me off and suspended me.

Tatsumi: Ah, that's right, I heard something along those lines. An unruly new student apparently acted quite violently towards a Special Student.

Jun: Violent, my ass! I just talked back at him a lil'! What, so you guys have taken to twisting it into me decking a Special, huh!?

Tatsumi: I see... While that may be the rumor, the truth is clearly another story entirely.

I can see it in your eyes. You are someone who would never harm another simply because you feel like it; you're a good person.

Jun: The hell d'you even know about me... you privileged Special.

Tatsumi: I suppose I technically am a Special Student, more or less.

Jun: More or less, he says. That title means everything in Reimei Academy, so —

Tatsumi: Certainly not. While you may say so, do you truly believe that?

Jun: What?

Tatsumi: If so, then I feel sorrow for you. Though it would simply be the result of your circumstances if that was the case.

Jun: ...Hang on. What are you doing in the Labor Camp when you're a Special?

Won't all your chummy lil' friends turn up their noses at you for setting foot in here?

Tatsumi: Well, besides the fact that the other Special Students and I don't see eye-to-eye in the first place... I don't particularly mind if they give me the cold shoulder or not.

And this is the sad reality of it all. No matter what we Special Students do unto others, we aren't punished here at Reimei Academy... not even for wrongdoings that any Non-Special Student would typically face severe punishment for.

If, for example, a Special Student were to act violently towards someone who wasn't a student of the same status, they most likely wouldn't incur any penalty whatsoever.

Jun: ...Yeah, I've realised that. It caught me off-guard, honestly, when a teacher just stared blankly at me after I told 'em I got the shit beaten outta me by a Special.

Meanwhile I got suspended just for getting a lil' mouthy with one of 'em. It's fucked up. I don't get it — is literally everyone here messed up in the head?

Tatsumi: While I empathize with you, you shouldn't scorn nor criticize others as if they were the Devil himself.

The moment you draw a line between "them" and "us", you allow discrimination to take root...

And from there, it blooms into an innumerable amount of tragedies.

Jun: The ones discriminating against us are you guys! It's you Specials throwing your weight around and all, yeah?

Tatsumi: That is, of course, an affliction all of humanity shares and must strive to improve on — to remedy — so that such a flaw can be called unfounded.

We are all children equal under God. To Him, there is no "they" or "us": we are all human beings who share the same virtues, the same vices.

Jun: The hell's your deal... Didja come all the way here just to preach your shady bullshit at me?

Tatsumi: No, no, I didn't. I meant no offense, and I sincerely apologize for that. Speaking in this way has always been my habit, so perhaps it's merely a product of my upbringing to sound as such.

Rather than come to preach or anything like that, I actually came to greet you all. I'll be in your care from today on.

Jun: Huh? You've come to stay here? Don't you guys have your stupidly fancy private rooms?

Tatsumi: Yes, we do. However, I decided to move out of mine and come live here instead.

Jun: Why wouldja do something like that outta the blue...?

Tatsumi: It wasn't on a mere whim, mind you. I have an idea— or rather, I have a plan.

Jun: ...?

The Non-Special Student dorm room is nicknamed the Labour Camp, or 'takobeya' (タコ部屋). 'Takobeya rodo' (タコ部屋労働) was a form of harsh slave-like labour in 19th century Hokkaido, where workers were forced to live and work in inhumane conditions, & exploited for physical labour. The 'takobeya' was the name of the dorms these workers lived in, and can be translated to 'octopus room'. While the origin of the name is unknown, among theories for it is that just like an octopus trap, once you go in you can't ever escape. You can see the resemblance between the dorm and the actual thing in this recreation photo of one.

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alrightberries · 4 years ago

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Hi! So like what if Levi & F!Reader are like cuddling, and Levi over slept (maybe misses a meetings?) and Eren and his squad have to go find him and they see Reader and Levi all cuddly and stuffs. AND THEN Levi become super pissed bc they went into his quarters without permission and blah blah blah (you can decide the rest lolll) basically crack, fluff and humor lol. Please& thank uuu

the short end of the stick

❈ pairing: levi ackerman x reader

❈ genre: fluff, semi-crack ❈ word count: 3.3k

❈ summary: In which the 104th cadets were not prepared to find out that the terrifying and ever-intimidating Captain Levi... is a little spoon.

❈ trigger warnings: implied sex. brief mentions of blood and death. profanity

a/n: i made the reader gender neutral, hope y’all don’t mind. i had too much fun writing this and got kinda carried away. this is my first request ever and i’m glad that i finished it. enjoy!

Eren was shaking.

Sweat dripped down his forehead and his knuckles turned white from how hard he was clenching his fists, nails piercing his skin so harshly he swore it would draw blood. His heart angrily pumped inside his chest, every beat so strong he nearly anticipated for it to jump out of his ribcage at any given moment.

Fear.

He felt fear.

He puts a name to the feeling and it doesn’t make him feel any better. Ears ringing, lungs breathing rapidly as he tries to steady his fear-induced heart. He was hyperventilating. His eyebrows crease from his anxiousness and he feels his knees weaken, daring to give out beneath him. Was he actually shaking right now? He couldn’t even tell.

Vulnerable.

He felt vulnerable.

Eren had seen many horrors throughout his short lifetime. He saw the colossal titan rear its ugly head over Wall Maria as its foot smashed into the wall’s gates, debris flying throughout the district as a boulder crushed his home with his mother still inside. He saw his mother get snapped in half and eaten by a titan right before his very eyes at a tender age as he sat by and could do nothing but watch.

He was orphaned. Forced to grow up too soon, too fast just so he could say he survived. His entire district was left homeless, forced to become refugees as titans rampaged throughout the outer walls, forced plow the fields to combat the famine and hunger, forced to have 250,000 people go on what was essentually a suicide mission to appease the growing population.

He trained in the military. He trained for three gruesome years and had his physical and mental psyche crushed into dust beneath the boots of the commanding officer, only to be thrown into a battle—completely unprepared— with the titans once more before he could even graduate.

He saw his friends, his family, his brothers and sisters in arms get eaten. Killed. Murdered. Swatted away like flies by the very beasts he swore he’d kill.

And yet, nothing could prepare him for this.

Nothing could prepare him for the blood-pumping, adrenaline-induced terror at the mere thought of having to carry out his mission.

Nothing could prepare him for having to wake up Captain Levi from his nap.

Jean groaned. “Dammit, just fucking do it already.”

Eren is snapped out of his reverie, suddenly reminded that he wasn’t alone. His fellow soldiers stood behind him.

“Well if you’re so brave then why don’t you do it, horse-face?” He grits back, turning around and clenching his fists at his side.

He glimpses around the hallway and his eyes loom over his teammates’ amused faces, each painted with a shit-eating grin. Everyone was relieved that they weren’t the ones tagged with waking up the Captain from his nap.

Rumor around the base is, the last person from his original squadron (may they rest in peace) who had to wake up Captain Levi almost had his ear sliced off. Levi wasn’t even carrying any gear or anywhere near a knife.

One look at Mikasa told Eren that even she was glad she didn’t get picked for this task, and he shudders at the thought of being the poor bastard who had to lose his ear just so the Captain wouldn’t be late for his meeting. He quite liked having both of his ears attached to his head, thank you very much.

“It’s your task.”

“Yeah but why is it my task?!”

“Because you drew the short end of the stick, genius.” Jean replies easily.

Oh. Right.

“There has to be something we can do! Another plan. One that doesn’t involve waking up Captain Levi.” His eyes are pleading as he looks at his fellow soldiers, yet none of them seem willing to switch places with him.

Dammit. They were really going to make him work for it.

All his dignity is thrown out the window as Eren quickly gets on his knees and starts begging his friends, the shit-eating grins on their faces turning into wicked smiles as they watch him beg for mercy.

“Mikasa? What about you? Are you seriously going to let them send me to my death?” He asks, but Mikasa simply turns her head the other way as she speaks.

“He won’t kill you. Just sever your ear.”

Eren’s eye twitches.

She looks at him once more. “I’ll pick up your ear and ask the medical unit to sew it back on you. I’m sure they’ll understand.”

As proof, she holds up a glass jar and some tweezers. She had gloves on her hands.

God, he was going to kill his teammates.

Jean, apparently fed up with Eren’s incessant whining, marches towards him and grabs him by the collar, forcing him to stand up.

“Yeager, you trained in the military for three years. You’re a goddam titan shifter. You got kidnapped and held hostage. Three times. Waking up a growth-stunted man won’t be the last of you.”

Jean’s words are reassuring but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. No, his eyes are still amused. Very amused.

Scratch that, he wasn’t going to kill all his comrades. Just Jean. Jean and his extremely punchable horse-face.

Before he could even reply, Eren is shoved inside the Captain’s office with a quick “Off you go!” and the door is quickly shut behind him.

Fear.

This was truly fear.

Captain Levi’s office is empty, Eren notices. It’s spotless as always and tall shelves line every wall, each filled to the brim with books and documents. A lone door sits at the far right wall.

The Captain’s bedroom.

Slowly, with bathed breaths, he forces his legs to walk closer to the door that held his fate. Briefly, Eren thinks about getting some protective ear covers (just in case) but he quickly shoves that idea aside when he realizes that Jean and Conny were likely blocking the door from the outside.

That, and he concludes that the Captain would just break another part of his body. Maybe his hands. He didn’t need ears for handling ODM gear but he did need his hands.

“Captain?” Eren’s voice is weak but clear as he knocks on the door. “Captain Levi, you’re late for your meeting.”

He holds his breath for a few seconds, and there’s no response. He tries once more.

“Captain,” he repeats, louder this time. “Captain, you really need to wake up. Commander Erwin says your attendance is required for the meeting to start.”

But there’s still no response.

His hands are shaky and he’s still extremely nervous, but he knew Captain Levi’s presence was urgent to the meeting. Classified, Commander Erwin had said when he asked what it was about.

The third time Eren repeats his fruitless endeavors, he realizes that Captain Levi really wasn’t waking up any time soon.

He runs back to the door he came in from.

“Let me out!” He yells, hands throttling the doorknob as he tries to pull the door open but just as he suspected, Jean and Conny are sealing the exit and pulling at the doorknob as well.

“Let me out, dammit! Captain Levi won’t wake up, I don’t wanna die— just let me out!”

His feet are pressed up against the wall at this point and he manages to yank the door open by a few mere inches. A quick glimpse outside confirms his worse fears: all his friends are holding onto the doorknob as well, trying to keep the door closed. Even Mikasa.

He’d never felt so betrayed.

“You got this Eren!” His eyes drift to the back of the group where Sasha was smiling at him with a cheeky grin. “I’m sure the Captain won’t hurt you too badly when you wake him up.”

“No, fuck that! He’ll murder me and say it was because I went ape shit in titan form. He won’t even get arrested!”

It was when he made eye contact with Mikasa when he realized what true betrayal felt like.

“Good luck, Eren.” “No, don’t—!” Mikasa yanks the door close with one strong pull and he falls to the floor, on his ass.

The room is quite once more (save for the cheeky giggles on the other side of the door) and Eren brushes himself off as he stands up. He eyes the door to the Captain’s bedroom and he breathes in deeply when he comes to terms with what he has to do to wake the Captain from his deep slumber. He has to go inside.

He finds himself in front of the door once again, and this time his knocks are a little louder, a little more unsure, as he speaks. “Captain? I don’t think you’re waking up soon. I’m coming in.”

Slowly, he tells himself. Slowly.

Eren wasn’t sure what to expect when he opened the door to Captain Levi’s quarters. Maybe a torture chamber. Maybe swords and skeletons on the wall. Maybe a book on How To Murder With One Glare on a coffee table. He didn’t know.

But oddly, he thinks as he glances around, the Captain’s bedroom is... normal. The room’s dark, with its curtains drawn and the candles unlit. Tall shelves holding an impressive collection of books still line a portion of the walls. A bed is pressed up against the wall opposite the door, and there are two lumps underneath the blankets—

Wait.

Two lumps.

Two.

Captain Levi’s in bed with someone?

“Captain Levi,” Eren quietly calls out. He wonders who the hell managed to catch the Captain’s attention... or if someone even caught his attention at all. Captain Levi could just be hugging a pillow, he reasons. But Eren’s curiosity overtakes his fears and his legs start to walk closer towards the bed. “Captain?”

The blanket was pulled over the two sleeping lumps, and Eren gently tugs it down to reveal their faces.

No way.

No fucking way.

Briefly, Eren is speechless. His words get caught in his throat, hand frozen mid-air as he marvels at the sight of Humanity’s Strongest Soldier cuddled up within the arms of his lover. His normally stoic face is gone, replaced by relaxed eyes and a slightly ajar mouth, one cheek puffed up as it’s squished into his lover’s chest and his head is nuzzled into the crook of their neck. His arms disappear underneath the blankets, but judging by the fact that his lover’s arms were around him, Eren surmised that the Captain’s arms were most likely wrapped around his lover as well.

He looked innocent— cute, almost, and if Eren didn’t have to train under him everyday he might have actually believed that the Captain’s innocent sleeping face could be taken at face value.

Eren recognizes you, as well. He’s seen you around the base with your own squadron, an elite soldier with your own team of other elite soldiers. You’re known around the base as the squad leader who works their team to the ground, training your members so hard that they genuinely considered going to Captain Levi for comfort. But it wasn’t for naught, of course. Your squad’s survived longer than Captain Levi’s (again, may they rest in peace), barely making it out complete when the fiasco with the Female Titan occurred.

“Oi, Eren.” A voice behind him speaks, and Eren is briefly caught off guard as he turns around and makes eye contact with his comrades. Most likely, they got impatient with waiting for him and decided to see if he’d been murdered already.

Great, so now they decide they weren’t scared of going inside the Captain’s room.

“What’s taking so long?” Jean asks.

Eren is still speechless, opting to instead shakily point his finger towards the bed where Levi lay wrapped in your arms.

“H-he’s... he’s—“ “He’s what?”

He gulps and sighs deeply, speaking out so quietly his friends almost didn’t hear, speaking out in a mere shaky whisper as he utters his words.

“He’s a little spoon.”

Chaos is what Eren would use to describe what happened next. His comrades immediately jumped to stand next to him and take a look at the sight on bed, crowding around them as if they were a soap opera.

“Oh my god, he looks so...” Sasha starts in awe, hands on her cheeks and stars in her eyes but unsure how to finish her words.

Eren nods his head, understanding her speechlessness. “Innocent.”

Silently, his friends nod as well. But he couldn’t just stand here and gawk at Captain Levi’s sleeping form, he came here with a mission. “We need to wake him up. He’s already really late.” He says, more to himself than to his friends. He doesn’t wait for his comrades to exit the room as he gently places a hand on the Captain’s shoulders to shake him awake.

“Captain Levi—“

Eren learns his mistake too late as Levi’s eyes immediately snap open, hand clamping down on Eren’s and twisting it behind his back to disarm him.

“Eren!” Mikasa yells behind him, making a move to free him from Levi’s iron clad grip. From the corner of his eyes, Eren sees the person lying down next to Levi quickly sit up and throw something silver, flying past his comrades and towards Mikasa’s head, embedding itself deep within the wood next to her face.

Eren stares at his friends, all silent, frozen with fear, and rooted to their spots as their mouths hang open.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Levi sneers, pushing down on Eren’s arm.

“C-captain, you’re late for the—“ “Holy shit, we’re late for the meeting.” You cut in, eyes wide in realization.

The Captain briefly glimpses at you and clicks his tongue as he releases Eren from his grip, the young soldier immediately slumping to the ground in relief. His arms and legs felt like jello and he could already feel himself melting into the wooden floor.

“Can someone explain to me why you brats thought it would be a good idea to enter my private quarters?” Levi glares. “Without my permission?”

Oh shit. They didn’t think this through.

A cold shiver runs down the soldier’s spines as they unanimously realize their mistake, something that Eren undoubtedly would’ve felt as well if he wasn’t too busy gawking at the realization that Captain Levi was shirtless (probably naked underneath the sheets), and you were shirtless as well (also probably naked underneath the sheets).

Levi catches Eren’s eyes staring at you, and he silently pulls the blanket over your chest and up to your collarbones without breaking his glare at the cadets.

Fuck. Eren thinks, eyes snapping to the ground as a blush creeps up his neck. Captain Levi’s definitely going to cut off both my ears now.

Conny, apparently already cracking under the pressure, flails his arms and yells as he tries to make a run for the door. Before anyone could even blink, another silver blur whizzes through the air, stabbing the wood directly in front of Conny as he freezes.

It was a knife. A fucking butter knife. Why the hell the Captain and his lover keep a butterknife next to them on the bed is something Eren doesn’t want to know.

“Since none of you lot have tongues,” Levi speaks. He’s not going to get an explanation soon. “We’ll discuss punishment later. For now,” He stands up, grabbing a still flustered Eren by the collar and dragging him towards the door, pushing out the rest of the team as well.

Eren doesn’t have time to be relieved about the fact that Captain Levi was not, for a fact, naked and was wearing black boxers. He was too busy getting pushed out the Captain’s bedroom and dragged through the office before finally getting thrown out into the hallway.

“For now, you leave me alone. I have a meeting to attend to.”

Levi slams the door shut at his awestruck soldiers, breathing in a frustrated sigh as he rests his hand on his forehead. He was getting a headache. He feels arms wrap around him from behind, hands resting on his chest. He sighs once more, this time in content, as he leans into your touch.

“Hey,” you kiss neck. “Thought you said you locked the door.”

“I did.” He turns around, still in your arms, and gently places his hands on your face as he kisses your nose. “Someone must’ve accidentally unlocked it when they were trying to grab onto something. Y’know, when they were getting fucked from behind.”

You chuckle. “Well, I’m sure that someone probably got sweet talked into getting fucked against the door.”

You break away from his arms after giving him a kiss, making your way back inside Levi’s bedroom, no doubt to get dressed for the meeting.

He stares at you as you walk, still naked and looking gorgeous. His face may be stoic but his heart was leaping, the gold ring on your left hand that matched his own glimmering in the light.

Your head peaks out from behind his bedroom door. “Round two before the meeting?” You ask cheekily.

Levi rolls his eyes as he makes his way to the bedroom as well, patting your bum as he passes by. “No. We’re already late.”

Eren clutches the pillow to his head, exhausted from the laps he’d done. He glances around the room, eyeing the tired faces of his comrades.

As punishment for invading your privacy, Captain Levi assigned them laps around the base until sundown plus two weeks of stable duty. As punishment for invading his privacy, Captain Levi deemed them unworthy of having their own private space and made the entire squadron bunk together in the small room beside his own.

Well, the entire squadron except for the Captain himself, at least.

Eren was pretty sure the room they were made to sleep in indefinitely was supposed to be a supply closet of some kind, but it fitted enough bunk beds for the entire team and was deemed a worthy location to carry out the rest of their punishment.

“How long do we have to sleep here?” Sasha asked dreadfully, hands covering her ears in attempts to block out the noises coming from the other room. The sound of a squeaky mattress and a wooden bed slamming against the adjacent wall continued.

“Until we learn our lesson,” Jean quotes the Captain. He himself looked extremely tired but he wasn’t trying to cover his ears like the rest of them were, undoubtedly because he’d already given up on getting a good night’s rest if the bags underneath his eyes were anything to go by.

“I don’t even care how long we have to sleep here anymore.” Conny interjects tiredly. “I just want to know when they’ll ever stop.”

As if to prove his point, a moan is heard through the walls. The soldiers flinch, still not accustomed to the sound. Mikasa silently runs her hands through Eren’s hair to calm him down.

“They’ve been at it for hours,” Jean whispers in horror. “How much stamina do those two have?”

Armin sighs, the bags under his eyes feeling heavier by the second. “They’re elite soldiers who’ve trained for years. They have more stamina than all of us combined.”

The whole room heaves out a collective groan, finally accepting that they weren’t getting any sleep tonight.

In the other room, Captain Levi bangs his fist against the shared wall. “Oi,” he calls out. “Shut up, you brats. We can hear you.”

Levi thrusts his hips, eyes glancing down at your pleasure-struck face as he grinds into you more. The action causes you to throw your head back and let out a desperate moan, finger nails scratch down his back. He grabs your hands to pin them to the sides of your head, leaning down to whisper “Not too harsh, darling. We don’t want you leaving marks now, do we?” He continues his pace, the bed’s wooden frame slamming against the wall as he once again speaks to his soldiers.

“We have thin walls, y’know.”

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magicofsimplestories · 3 years ago

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#MyWillowCreekTeens

Leo is desperately boring and jerky - it’s a fact. But once in a while he happens to be useful. Tonight is the case. Tonight thanks to Leo’s company the old theatre of Willow Creek hosts the first in town’s history charity opera event.

Nina adores all kinds of music, classics is not an exception. The voice of the lead singer, the calm piano melody, the melancholic singing of violas - everything is exceptional. Even the grumpy mumbling of her classmate Shon from the row behind can’t spoil this moment of unity with music.

However, the moment Nina catches familiar bossy pace in the aisle with a corner of her eye, she knows this perfect evening will not end up good. Not for her, at least.

[Disclaimer: Any act of violence and abuse must not be tolerated and must be prosecuted]

It’s freezing outside, but Nina doesn’t care. She rushed outside completely forgetting about her coat. Whatever. She just wants to get as far as possible and as fast as possible from this goddamned theatre.

She trembles but the frosty November air doesn’t have anything to do with it. Tears run down her freckled cheeks leaving black traces of mascara. She scratches her pale skin hysterically as if this could help her scrub the memories of his ugly touches.

“I knew you would dress up for me, sweety”

“Leave me alone!”

“Uuu, I see you’ve learnt to scream. That makes it even more intriguing”

Faster. Further. Now. She can’t allow him to come after her. No. Not again.

Nina makes a step forward but her new high heels are too tight and too uncomfortable for walking on icy asphalt. She slips and her naked knees meet asphalt. Everything darkens in the eyes. No might to stand up. One single horrifying through tears her head apart.

He’s coming. And you’re alone. Again.

“Nina?”

She flinches. The voice is familiar but it’s not him.

“Nina, what happened?”

Marcus!

Warm. Strong. Safe.

“What happened?”

She cries. She wants to speak but she can’t.

“Where is your coat? You are supposed to be in the theatre, aren’t you?”

She just cries, her body trembling from sobs. She can’t even think about it, how is she supposed to speak up?

“Hey”

Marcus’ soft voice brings Nina back from the theatre foie to the dusky street of the town street.

“Let’s get up, it’s cold”

He helps her up and she falls in his arms. He presses her closer covering her shoulders with his winter jacket.

“It’s all right now. I’m here for you”, he whispers holding her shoulders. “Let’s go home. We don’t want you to catch a cold, right? Can you walk?”

He looks at her high heels and responds to himself.

“You’d better not”

Before Nina realises what’s happening Marcus lifts her up in his arms.

“Taxi Marcus welcomes you on board and wishes you a pleasant journey”

He smiles. Kindly, comfortingly, peacefully.

Nina’s eyes are still full of tears but she can’t help it. She smiles back. Her voice is back.

“Thank you”.

“Always”

He plays the role of a chitchatty taxi driver throughout the whole way to Nina’s house. He tells funny stories from his childhood and shares ridiculous gossip about the neighbours. She stops crying and smiles shyly at his jokes pressing herself closer to the soft fur collar of his jacket.

It’s all right. It’s safe. Marcus is here for you. He will not let anything happen to you.

They open the door with a spare key hidden under the rug. The first thing Nina does is taking off her terribly uncomfortable shoes.

“I will never wear them again”, she says grumpily sitting down on the stairs, exhausted.

“Well, you might want to give them another chance during a different season”, smiles Marcus and looks at her legs scratched on the asphalt. “Let me see it”, he adds and gets down.

“It’s nothing. Just a scratch”

But he says it’s not nothing and needs to be taken care of.

“Oh, damn, your skateboard”, exclaims Nina while Marcus is carefully disinfecting her cuts.

“No worries. I’ll text Maggsie. She’s in the town with her girlfriend tonight. She’ll pick it up”

“But what if someone else takes it?”

Marcus laughs putting everything back to the medical kit.

“Come on, Nina. It’s Willow Creek. Everybody knows I own this skateboard”

Nina watches Marcus close the kit and put it back to the shelf in silence. He turns and meets her eyes. His deep brown gaze gives her shivers. She knows what he is about to ask. It’s inevitable.

“What happened to you in the theatre?”

Nina looks away without response. The silence is tense. She can feel his close gaze on her. When the silence gets awkwardly long, he steps forward and gets down again.

“Nina, if for some reason you can’t say it now, I will not push you. I just want you to know that I will always be there to help you”

She doesn’t hesitate with responding.

“I know”

Their eyes meet and shivers run down her neck again.

“Marcus, will you stay with me till my parents come back?”

“Won’t they kill me for staying with you at night in the empty house?”

Nina shakes her head and smiles.

“If we watch TV in the living room, they will have no reason to”

“Okay”

She doesn’t realise it again untill it’s too late. She laughs this time.

“Tonight I’m being carried in a man’s arms more than ever in my life. I can walk myself, you know. I took off my shoes…”

“Don’t you like me carrying you?”

His simple direct question makes her blush and bite her lower lip.

“I do”, she answers shyly gazing into his smiling kind eyes.

“Then let’s move to the TV”

She falls asleep on the sofa in front of the TV feeling Marcus stroking softly her hair. Through her dreaming she hears Alina and Leo arrive and Marcus offer to carry Nina to her room.

***

“You do like her, Marcus”

“You’re a bloody Sherlock, sis”

The Baker twins sit on the stairs outside their house watching the clear night sky. Their parents are out of the town for a weekend. This means complete freedom, including staying out late and watching starts at 3 am. Why not?

Maggsie rolls her eyes. Her usual reaction to bitter responses of her twin brother.

“I know you like her. It’s written on your face”

Marcus smirks but doesn’t respond. Why? His sister said it out loud already. He agrees.

They sit in silence for over a minute watching the peaceful carpet of starts shine over the neighbourhood.

“It’s Nina’s birthday next week”, says Marcus afterwards.

“Let’s throw a party for her!”

Marcus smirks again. His sister and parties - perfect match. Maggsie is genius when it comes to parties.

“Yes, let’s do it”, he nods. “I have a couple of ideas”

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Vikie’s notes: Simblreen Deco Orchestra by @theroyalthornoliachronicles and Merry Christmas - Musician Decos + all types of audience members (like this) by @royalhouseofcarrington saved my life while making the opera scene. Huge thanks for your work 🥰

Moreover, I finally had my lucky chance to use @elen-shine Never touch me, Be careful and Stair Sit poses. I fell in love with them the moment I saw them some time ago ☺️

Also used great Sad Hugs poses from @Atashi77 and gorgeous Wrong ways by @sciophobis.

Guys, thank you all for your amazing work. It gives me so much joy to work with your creations 😇

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yakumtsaki · 4 years ago

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What’s up Sophie?

-Oh nothing much, just looking up at the indifferent Heavens, searching for a reason to not end it all after getting beat up by fucking Miss Havisham. How could God forsake me so??

Idk Soph, I mean God works in mysterious ways. Except when you have no body skill points and start fights with people way fitter than you, then the ways God works in become a little more clear.

-That’s it, I’m going outside and waiting for a satellite to hit me!!

Counterproposal, you go upstairs and sleep because we have your UUU pledge bs do-over tomorrow, and we’re so behind schedule it’s not even funny. And after you SHAJAR is pledging which I just know is gonna take at least 5 tries so there’s really no time to waste.

-Ugh Shajar this, Shajar that, I don’t want to hear about that turbocuck anymore!

Then marry her and I’ll never bring her up again!

-Gotta side with Sophie on this one, Shajar is GROSS. Yuck!

Oh wow well now that Boring Brunette Dude has chimed in that changes everything. Literally who even are you.

-Hey Frances, I admire the fact you walk around so confidently despite being the biggest pussyboi the world has even known. Good for you!

-Oh my, how nice!

Now that wasn’t so hard, was it? Right? Sophie??

-First I’m losing fights, now I have to compliment fucking Frances Worthington, what’s next? Living in a hippie commune?? Just let me die by crepe suffocation.

Ok well as much as I’d love to devote even more time to this Havisham-induced identity crisis, I really need to focus on pathologically unlikable Shajar’s pledging attempt, so.. stay strong?

-JUST LEAVE ME ALONE I HATE YOU I HATE EVERYTHING I WISH I WAS STILL A TEEN TOWNIE

Ngl to you Soph, I too am starting to wish you were still a teen townie.

-So one of my family’s favorite games is making appointments for x-rays we don’t need just so poor people can’t have them! HAHA

-Oh haha that’s hilarious, Frances!

Shajar what’s.. happening.. you’re actually doing great? This is the first time you’ve gotten someone to like you?? Maybe there’s hope for your ridiculous popularity aspiration after all.

-I just want to get the hell out of these dorms, I can’t deal with Gross Hippie Dude’s stink anymore!

-Oh dear lord, how can someone stink this bad?? I’m gonna vomit all over this terribly decorated dorm!

HEY it took me like 10m to decorate this masterpiece, show some respect. Also this would be a lot more convincing if you hadn’t autonomously cheated on Frances with this freakshow the other night.

-It was the moonlight!

Does the moonlight have stink covering properties I’m not aware of?

Heather Huffington passes by and I have Shajar greet her in case this Sophie racket doesn’t work out, which is looking increasingly likely.

-WOW what a great pairing!

Ikr???

-I was joking, what a fucking disaster in the making.

Ti-Ning I’m truly getting tired of your shit, this is all gonna work out just the way I want it to!

WHY TF ARE YOU TWO SLEEPING IN THE SAME BED

-Why not?

-We’re besties!

KILL ME. SHAJAR I THOUGHT YOU GOT OVER THIS

-What? Can’t I just recognize that my sister’s boyfriend is a fine piece of ass without you making it weird??

Oh God this is how it starts, this is what happened with Gunther and Brit last gen, they were always like ‘platonically’ alone in bedrooms and then one day BAM. IT’S NOT HAPPENING AGAIN DO YOU HEAR ME FUCKERS? I WON’T LET YOU

-I for one hope Shajar gets with Heather, because oh man! Now that would be a ménage à trois to remember!

...it really is too bad Jojo took the cowplant with him when he graduated because I know what I’d be using it for.

-NO NO NO, you can’t just book x-rays you don’t need, what the fuck??

-EXCUSE ME?!

-Those are just for broken bones and shit and widely available, you need to book MRIs, everyone knows those appointments take way longer to get!

-Ohh..that’s actually a good point.

-You’re so lucky you met me, bro, I’m really good at spreading misery.

Yea no arguments here!

-So, girls, I don’t know if you’ve noticed by my attire, but the main reason I’m here is to snag a rich old professor that can promptly die!

-Dream on toadface, huhu! The old professors are MINE 💗💗💗

-Ok that’s it..

Sophie?

-My hatred cannot be contained any longer!!!

Was it ever contained to begin with?

-You and me OUTSIDE RIGHT NOW HAVISHAM

WHY. Why would you attempt this AGAIN

-I really thought it would work this time!! :(

Why would it?? Note the simultaneous fight cloud inside which is..

..Shajar and the cheerleader! Man, both you and Sophie really have trouble with the concept of ‘don’t attack people with more body points than you’.

-I thought my hatred would carry me through!! :(

Omg Sophie.. Literally STOP.

-NEVER!!!

-GO VEILFACE, FUCK THESE LEGACY BITCHES, WALKING AROUND LIKE THEY OWN THE PLACE

-I’M NOT ASSOCIATED WITH SHAJAR GODDAMMIT. OH FUCK, SHE’S HITTING ME WITH HER SOMETHING BORROWED

-THAT’S RIGHT, I BORROWED A BRICK FROM THE WALL

-Man, it’s so hard to concentrate with this absolute carnage outside and this guy’s sexy moves in front of me.

HMM I wonder, say you get on academic probation and then kicked out of college, would this be enough time for Cyneswith to get over you??

Maybe we should stop studying >:)

-Lol nice try, but there’s no stopping the Don Oatesmeal train!

I hate you so much </3

Since it’s the day before finals, aka the one day each semester where we’re studying, it’s time to focus on the only two people this generation who should actually be in college:

Suffice it to say they have led different lives since coming here.

Angel gets an A and everyone else gets cucky Bs once again, except for Sophie ‘Brainchad’ Miguel, who gets Dean’s List this semester too despite not studying more than the rest of these losers. Sophie you are an ICON

-Not even these 3.5k aspiration points can fill the Veilface-Corpse-shaped hole in my heart >:(

-Look at her, dancing like an idiot, not aware that my fists of fury are silently waiting to sneak up on her and KICK HER ASS

-I CAN HEAR YOU, BABYHANDS

-😞😞😞

Walk it off, Babyhands!

One last aesthetically pleasing game of catch, and we’re off.

-CATCH IT OATESCUCK, CATCH IT

-I AM!!

-NOW THROW IT AT THE CHEERDLEADER AND AIM FOR THE NOSE

See you at the UUU house!

#gen 2 #ts2

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malereader-inserts · 6 years ago

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In the Face of Evil

Fandom: Riverdale Pairing: Lodges & Son!Reader Summary: The Lodges were practically untouchable, they were strong, dark and everyone knew not to mess with them. Yet, their biggest weakness was their own. Word Count: 2,524 Request: Uuu, could you please do a Riverdale fic with a Lodge!Reader? I loved the idea of it ever since you posted the Jones! Reader x Veronica and I think it would be awesome if you could do something with it. I am a fan of angst, like *heavy* angst, but I am leaving it up to you because I have no actual idea on what could happen. Warning: Graphic descriptions of torture, beating up, blood

“So we all received letters then, to finish Ascension Night?” Tom asked, his arm over his significant other.

The old midnight club all reunited for the unlikely reason, whilst they wanted to push everything behind and in the pits of their memories, it seems like the world couldn’t accept that.

“This was taped to my trailer.” Fred answers, throwing the neatly wrote threatening note onto the table that was accompanied with takeaways.

“Mine came to the dealership,” Marty announced, taking a sip of his alcohol, hand in his pocket.

“Thought you caught the Gargoyle King, FP?” There was a bitter tone to Hermione’s voice, nursing a glass of wine in between her hands.

“Tall Boy was using the game as a cover to deal drugs, but he wasn't the one running around, setting up chalices back when we were in high school.”

Hermione’s eyes flickered between FP and Marty, “We're not really taking this seriously, are we?”

“I think we have to assume that this is real, if only for our kids' sake,” Tom replied, sighing, obvious that he did not want to participate in a game that everyone regretted.

Hermione, despite her stubbornness to place the cursed game, couldn’t help but worry what the words had threatened her. “And then what? I mean, we're just supposed to leave them home alone all night while we run around pretending to be teenagers again?”

“May I remind you what happened last Ascension Night? Someone ended up dead,” Alice reminded everyone, she could feel everyone being apprehensive about the whole ordeal, yet if they don’t do what instructed one of their kids could be the next target - no one wants that.

Penelope rolled her eyes, “We don't have any choice in the matter. We all know why this is happening again, and now. Two members of the original Midnight Club are daring to get married, to be happy, and the Gargoyle King, whoever or whatever he is, wants to destroy that. He is a vicious and petty god, and if we don't finish the game now, the Gargoyle King is never gonna leave us alone.”

“Yeah, maybe if we do this, we catch the son of a bitch.” FP agreed, he may not like this set up but if he was able to catch whoever did it maybe Riverdale got to sleep easy.

“There's only one problem...” Sierra started, her hand resting on Tom’s lap for comfort, “The letter says we all have to participate.”

Hermione looked up deep in her thoughts, “I'll talk to Hiram.”

“All right, well, it's settled then. We finish the game we started.”

Hiram wanted to protest, tell Hermione not to worry about the Gargoyle King, but when he had read the letter his blood ran cold. Hermione was hoping that he was going to agree that this whole thing was everyone being dramatic, yet when their children were being threatened - Hiram couldn’t take a chance on that.

“Hermione, they’re our children,” Hiram expressed, sitting up in the bed, “I don’t want to chance it.”

Hermione sighs, sitting down on the sofa in the bedroom. She loved her children, Veronica was strong, confrontational and loyal - everything she wasn’t when she was younger. Veronica was smart and could charm anyone around her pinky, for that Hermione and Hiram loved Veronica so much.

But you were a different story. You were treated differently with your parents and your sister but not in a bad way. You were a lot softer than your sister, with your kind eyes and reassuring smile - you were too innocent to even be related to Lodges. You were the youngest, your twin loves to brag about the five-minute difference, so naturally, you were protected and guarded.

It was one of the reasons why you turn to be the polar opposite of your sister. You were well loved, well cared for. Of course, you weren’t blind to your father’s crime. You were smart enough about the business, the deeds your father did to ruin others.

You were after all a Lodge, you were cunning and had a temper - you were just subtle about it. Whilst your sister did not envy the attention you had, since she was also spoilt rotten when growing up, she vows to protect you because generally, you were the weaker out of the two of you.

“We go tonight,” Hiram concluded, hearing the door slam closed.

“Hey, I’m home!” Your voice rang out through the apartment complex, there was a knock on their door before your head peaked through.

“Are you alright, Mijo?” Hermione asked, concerned.

“Have you seen V?” You wondered, your dark hair slick back, “We were going to spend the afternoon together, would have thought she would be home.”

“Have you tried Pop’s?” Hiram asked, you smiled at him - he cherishes the pureness of it.

“Yeah, but she’s probably there when I left, anyway, I’ll see you later.” You disappeared as you close the door behind you.

Hermione and Hiram share a look.

“You better rest, Hiram, we have a long night ahead of us.”

“Girl's bathroom is clear. That's where I found the chalices before.” Alice sighed, FP behind her.

“Did you check the trophy case?”

“Yeah, we did. Nothing.” Marty nodded to FP’s question, looking at Fred.

“We searched the student lounge, the closet where we found Featherhead...”

“Second floor is clear,” Tom announced with Sierra close behind.

“So is the cafeteria,” Hermione spoke, her arm supporting her hobbling husband, who informed the club as well.

“And the library,”

“I don't understand. The objective was simple. Return to school, find the chalices, finish the game. What aren't we seeing?”

“Wait a minute, where's Penelope?” Alice questioned, her eyes scanning the group but there was no stuck up redhead within the group.

The group went running at the scream of Penelope, coming from the detention room. One by one they came in Alice straight away by Penelope’s side.

“Penelope, what is it?” The shaken woman, turn around and pointed at the whiteboard.

Words scribed the board, as if it was blood, in caps saying “Got You.” The skull of a carcass placed firmly on the desk.

“The hell does it mean?” Hermione questioned, her stomach dropped with tension building up in her.

“It's a prank, and we've been played,” Hiram deduced, leaning on his walking stick.

“Or...” Penelope started, still shaken to find the words, “it's just another iteration of the game. And what the Gargoyle King wanted all along, to distract us and lure us away from...”

Fred was quick to piece it together, “Our kids.”

Everyone was quick to whip out their phone. Hermione scrolls quickly to Veronica’s name as Hiram scrolled to your find yours. Bringing the phone up to their ears, dread-filled them up.

“Josie is with Archie,” Sierra nods at Fred, who just got off the phone with Archie to lock the room.

“Jughead and Betty are together,” FP confirmed.

“Veronica is with Reggie,” Hermione sighing in relief that one of her babies were safe.

She held the phone device close to her chest as Hiram was still trying to call you.

“Kevin is with Moose,”

Hiram pulled away from the phone, he was getting frustrated as it was the second time he was calling, Hermione diverted her eyes to his phone before meeting his eyes. His jaw lock, anger and worry filled him up.

“(Y/n) isn’t picking up.”

The night was filled with cold air and a mocking moonlight to beam down on you. Whilst it was way past midnight, that you should at home, you were just leaving Pop’s diner. You pulled your coat closer to you when your phone rang out and clear.

You fished it out from your jean jacket to see DAD on the calling screen, you were confused, you were sure that your parents were out for the night, they don’t come back before midnight. Just as you were going to swipe to unlock the phone and answer the call, you suddenly get a bat to the face.

“Grab him.”

You were picked up, ripping you from your thick denim jacket to the ground, and had thrown into the back of a car. Dazed and confused, you didn’t know where you being taken until you see the clearing for the forest. Your mind cast back to the crime scene of Dilton Doiley and Ben Button’s death.

Being dragged by your upper arm you tried to resist, only to get thrown onto the floor.

“Please-”

You begged, but you saw the mask, you could never recall how long the beating had gone on for, only the final kick and the sound of them laughing before picking you up again to take you to the circle. Your face wasn't too bad, just a cut above your eyebrow, the scarlet blood flowing into your eyes.

Or you felt like it was fine because comparing the pain and ache it was far worst in the body.

You were met with the Gargoyle King, every fibre of your body was on fire, as you were forced onto your knees. The world was spinning, you were going to vomit - blood and whatever you ate hours before. You were standing in front of the Gargoyle King, who knelt down to caress your cheek.

You retracted back, spitting blood from your mouth.

Your body hits the floor when you Gargoyle King didn’t like your actions, how the gang decided to make way to you, but you see the King hold up his hand up with a pocket knife. Your eyes widen as it strikes down on you.

You scream, shout and felt every movement of the knife as the King twist the blade, you choke, gasping for air. The knife pulled out, and strike once more. You let out a piercing scream as the knife was out. You see the blood, your blood.

Thrashing with all your might, the energy left you tried to kick and damage the King, he held your hand down. Pulling the long sleeve up to show skin and the knife was brought down.

You screamed, your head tilted to the side as you tried to see what was being permanently etched onto you. But, you were losing too much blood, you were losing will as vision started to fail you.

The last thing you saw was an arrow to the king and the cold blade away from the skin.

FP was quick to run at the scene with a crew of polices. He unmasked the King to find Manfred Muggs.

“Let me finish him!”

FP shoves the man to the police to arrest him, “Take him back to the station, keep him waiting, I’ve to take care of this.”

FP knelt down at you, pressing his fingers against your neck, barely finding a pulse as he carried you to the ambulance that was waiting. He remembers when Jughead was like this, but you were in a far worst condition, and he wishes no matter how evil Hiram was - no parent should ever see their kid like that.

The hospital corridor was stuffy and the air has an undertone of bleach. The walls were magnolia and were scrapped in places from the hundreds of trolleys that have bumped into them. The pictures on the walls are cheap benign prints of uplifting scenes and above the double doors are large blue plastic signs with the areas of the hospital that lie ahead.

Hiram and Hermione were quick to arrive at the Hospital when FP had called them about finding you. Veronica was quick to leave Reggie when she heard her brother was targeted.

“Is he okay?” She exclaimed, finding her parents in the waiting room.

Hiram was staring at the floor as Hermione looked at her daughter, “He’s in surgery, FP said he... He’s in a bad place, mija.”

Veronica holds back the tears, she stands in front of her parents. She could tell that her father was probably trying to think of possible ways to get revenge but was taken aback when Hiram looks up he was crying, or the recently tear stain face was a give away that he had just finished crying.

Veronica had never seen her dad cry before, Hermione was the emotional one in the relationship. Hiram ever cried, at least not in front of anyone as it could ruin his reputation. But, you had that effect, family was so important at that moment.

“Lodges, I was hoping I wouldn’t see you so soon,” The doctor greeted, there was no smile but there was no frown.

“How is he, doctor?”

“Surgery was fine, he’s stable for now,” The doctor looked down at the clipboard, “The injuries he sustained, for anyone, it’s almost impossible for someone to recover from, but your son seems to be healing - we’re keeping an eye on him.”

“Understandable,” Hiram nodded, “May we-?”

“Yes, you can see him, he won’t awake and he won’t be for the next few days. It’s the for the best, for now, he needs the rest and it’ll allow his body to heal.”

The doctor explained, allowing them to follow him into the room you were kept in. The family was numb yet feeling so many things all at once. The state of you was devastating. Your skin was patterned with black, blue and purple.

Wires all connect to you, the beep of your heart rate was steady enough for your family to relax. But, when they see a ventilator.

“He needs it to help him breathe, hopefully soon he’ll be able to breathe on his own.”

“What do you mean hopefully, aren’t you certain?” Hermione asked, standing by your bed, her hand caressing your forehead.

“Mayor Lodge, your son has received possible one of the worst attack I’ve ever seen. He’s endured a lot, he was barely alive when he arrived here,” The doctor explained carefully, noticing the unsettling silence of your father, sitting on the other side of your bed, “However, if he continues at this rate, he’ll recover well.”

The doctor clipped the clipboard to the end of your bed before excusing himself out the room. The door shuts behind as Hermione plays with your hair, with Veronica was by her side. Holding your hand, wishing you would squeeze it.

“Daddy?” Veronica whispered as Hiram finally looks back into reality, “(Y/n) is strong, he’s a Lodge, after all, he does the impossible.”

“I know, mija, but this shouldn’t have happened in the first place.”

Hiram stares at your comatose body, cringing at the wounds you sustained. Much worst condition than him. He winces when he sees the words “sacrifice” carved into your right arm, his eyes read a few more words carved into you, “atrocity,” “coward,” and “disgrace.”

Hiram knew that they were forever scarred onto you, a reminder. The family sit down around you.

It was a matter of time until you wake up.

Yet, there was a dread that hung over everyone - unable to think what would happen if you didn’t make it.

You had to make it.

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queenburd · 5 years ago

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and in the end; chapter 5

Alright: this chapter includes surgical procedures that happen on screen. No blood is mentioned, but the actions are still described, albeit clinically. I mean. Look guys. It’s Bonnibel, if you can handle that you should be fine.

chapter 5: let your dirty sadness fill me up just like a balloon

callbacks and references: The Arcadian Queen, Getting Better All the Time

[TRANSMISSION RECONNECTED. RELAYING...]

[PLAYBACK]

It was no secret that May loved flying. She found it very freeing, feeling wind push at her while she moved at great speeds, high above the heavy world. When she was small, she would move at such a rapid pace, flapping her little wings hard as she could and then catching the up-drift to take her further.

This form, she thought to herself, tilting gently as to not disturb her passenger while she adjusted course, was a rarer fit. No less her, but there was a greater power in these wings. These were wings meant for gliding on the highest winds in the atmosphere. These were wings powerful enough to soar through stars.

But enough about that. They were coming up onto the rendezvous. Slowing slightly, May called back to the little creature clinging to her feathers. “Okay hon! You hear me alright?”

With the wind pushing noise back, she could not hear a reply, but the kneading of her feathers under her skull was interpreted as an affirmative. That done, he resumed gripping them with all his strength, as though it was the only thing keeping him fixed to her.

Silly man, she thought fondly, continuing. “We're gonna be portal hopping in a second here, alright? First into Mab's Arcadia, then into Uuu after that. We're just trying to muddle up any tracking chips via the hops, and then we're headed to Bonnie's to get them out. But the jumps might make you nauseated, so hold tight to me. We'll get through it fast.”

If it was possible for Kass to go any stiffer on her back, then he accomplished it with ease. His knees, sharp little things, dug deeper into the curve of her neck. Had May the time, she would have worried more about his state, but as it was, a shimmering pink tear in the sky was forming just ahead of them.

Silently, she sighed in relief. With the time hunting through files and backtracking the site, she had felt increasingly concerned she was behind schedule, and she had just about rammed the gas pedal of the van into the ground trying to make up for it. Not only that, but coordinates were not quite the easiest to visualize. (As a bird, she had an innate sense of direction, but overshooting was still a concern.)

She slid through the rift, the pinks momentarily shifting into more colors than the human eye was capable of registering, and then they were in the Outlands.

Mab had told May about Arcadia before. She'd wanted to visit very badly, to see the two suns she'd heard of. Now though, soaring over the gray and dry landscape, she recalled the little she had been told of the edges of Mab's world.

There was little out here, but what was here radiated its hostility in waves. It reeked of death and desperate bids for survival. It made her stomach turn a bit.

There was no time to dwell. Another portal tore open ahead, in the angry dark sky. The disk that formed had a familiar blue-green sheen, and she soared into it with immediate relief. Again the colors swirled hard around the phoenix and her passenger, and then her vision was readjusting to cope with the over-saturated hues of Uuu.

Here, it was nearing twilight, and so looking for familiar markers on the ground was easier said than done. But Mab, ever the wonder, had been kind enough to set this final portal close enough to Bonnie's lab that, even in the fading light, May spotted it in short order.

She alighted on the soft grass outside of Bonnie's lab, and almost immediately Dib dived out of the doorway towards her. He was followed by the small peppermint fellow and Gunter, albeit at a slower pace, though May paid them no mind, choosing to lean her head low to help her passenger slide off her shoulders.

It took some doing, with patience and time, for Kass to stiffly slide down the side of her neck. He found no assistance in Dib, who was far too busy staring at the large creature leaning down in front of him. His eyes were wide and round, like saucers.

“Big..... bird,” he said, very eloquently.

“Yes, dear,” May said, almost laughing as she gently nudged Kass's side with the smooth curve of her beak. “Hey, hon. You alright?”

“I'm going to be ill,” Kass said quite matter-of-factly. Approximately 4 milliseconds later, he followed through.

Bonnibel had the lab prepared for a couple hours now, diligently cleaning her instruments and perusing her checklist for the forty-third time. She was, more than anything else, mildly excited to see her most familiar test su—patient.

Well. Maybe not the most familiar, that would have been Simon, certainly. But when Kass was around, Bonnie learned an exceptional amount. A whole new variety of curse words, for one thing. And he'd been the first human to undergo deep brain probing, which had provided her with a wealth of data she'd not had access to before.

She certainly held no real bitter feelings to the man—holding grudges wasn't really her thing, and really, Kass had already paid for all his bad behavior, she thought. To her, it was all water under the bridge.

For some reason, Kass did not seem to reciprocate the sentiment. When Simon and May helped him into the lab (really, carrying him, his arms draped over their shoulders and his own steps unsteady), Bonnibel could actively see him lose whatever little color was still in his face.

She smiled in what she thought was a pleasant manner, and then the smell hit her.

It was no secret that Kass was usually very, well, gross. Bonnie had registered this on most of the occasions they'd come into contact, from Foundation flunkie to freeloading cockroach. He was not what one would call a cleanly individual. Add to that the messiness that usually resulted from Foundation scrapes, and she could expect the disaster that was dragged into her lab.

This, however, was a new level of disgusting. She gagged and stepped back as Simon and May deposited the garbage disposal feigning as a human into a chair. How they could stand the scent of bile, she couldn't tell, and she was honestly rather grateful that they had not immediately set him onto the examination table to start.

May immediately dropped to her knees beside the seated patient, her olive skin also a paler shade, though it lacked the sheen of sweat that glistened on Kass like a film. Simon was already moving to the mini-fridge in the corner of the room to grab a bottle of water. Gunter and Pepbut made wiser decisions, the former grabbing a towel from one of Bonnibel's work tables, the latter grabbing a bucket in the likely case mister upchuck felt like having a round two.

May was taking the towel from Gunter to press at Kass's mouth and shirt when Bonnie sidled up behind her nonchalantly to take a closer look at the ex-agent (this time, holding her breath). Kass's eyes, while not the most focused or awake, were locked on the scientist's movements over the shoulder of his fussing rescuer. They were filled with the usual wariness and disdain, and, Bonnibel noted, a smidgen of fear.

She didn't necessarily blame him for not liking her presence or her lab, but she also didn't particularly care, either. Instead, Bonnie placed her fingers on May's forearm to try to convince her to stand. “Hey, maybe you should sit down and let me--”

“Dib,” May spoke over her, determinedly not moving from her position between scientist and subject, “hon, do you think you could run over to the house and grab some of his clothes? Sick of this stupid orange jumpsuit.”

Dib had been hovering in the door frame, apparently, seemingly at a loss at what to do. At this, he nodded rapidly, and seemed eager to leave them to their business.

May continued to wipe the putrid stuff from her friend's neck and front with care. She seemed rather unwilling to stop touching Kass, Bonnie noted curiously. Her hands were touching his face and throat lightly, without pause.

How she could stand to be near someone who reeked like Kass did, Bonnibel had no clue. But May had chosen to live with him, so she could only assume the bird had adjusted to the levels of stink, and put it out of her mind.

She huffed, still hovering over May's shoulder, and found the smell had improved marginally. “Well, I gotta give him a good non-invasive” (and here, she emphasized the phrase hard, recalling the dark look the bird had given her when she described the work needed to accomplish her goal) “scan before I can do anything else here, so he's gonna have to get up eventually. Preferably sometime soon, so we can get a move on.”

Kass muttered something unintelligible, then said again, louder, “'m right here.” Despite his caretaker's objections, he pushed himself up to stand, unsteadily, gripping the back of the chair to keep himself upright. Bonnibel resisted the urge to step back as another, weaker wave of smell hit her. It was his breath, she realized. “What scan. What's this about.”

“Well,” she began, squashing any frustrations she might have felt blooming (May hadn't told him?) to instead hold her clipboard up. “We gotta check for and remove any trackers the Foundation schmucks might have tried to plant in you, and,” she took on a bit more of a miffed tone, “take out my trackers in case they ended up compromised during your stay.”

Which she doubted, in all seriousness, but May had been very, very adamant about it, and it was very difficult to say no to a person looking at you the way May had looked at her. Better safe than sorry, anyway.

“So first, we'll have to do a scan,” she continued. “Comprende?”

Kass was grimacing as she said it, and without his glasses, it was easy to see the way his eyes looked, for lack of a better word, haunted. How much of that was traumatic flashback via Bonnie, and how much was exhaustion from being in the hands of some jerk parascience monster hunters for over a week, she neither knew nor cared.

He took the bottle Simon handed him, while May unfolded herself from the floor. He had already downed half the contents when she asked, rather hesitantly, “Can't he get some rest first? Get cleaned up? It's been a long day.”

Wasn't she the one who had demanded this? This whole thing had been her idea, Bonnie wanted to argue. Now she wanted to put it off?

Before she could, Simon had already cut in, ever the mediator. “It might be better to do this right away, especially if you know they're going to be looking for you guys. See, Bonnie's scanners don't have any problems tracking through portals.”

“Right!” The scientist grinned, pleased. “Magic doesn't really get in the way of that, especially when I've accounted for it. The tracker would just read where the person would be in that dimension. So, if they did hack my stuff, the tr--”

“They'd show up right over the house,” Kass interrupted hoarsely, surprising them both. He had taken the towel May had been using to clean him up, and was using the clean end to wipe the sheen of sweat off his face. Bonnie was pleased to note the smell had improved significantly with the water. “Okay. Let's just get this over with.”

“Kass,” his roommate said, as though to argue the matter. He waved her off, and then, in the sight of everyone present, took her hand in his and squeezed it.

“S'fine. Won't let you go through all the trouble just to stop now.”

“S'no trouble at all,” she was saying. Bonnie and Simon exchanged a look.

One scan later, Bonnie was discerning the trackers and marking them on a simple body diagram. “Oh, that's not too bad at all,” she said cheerfully. “Looks like they're pretty surface level, a wrist tracker and ankle tracker. That'll be no problem to get out, simple incisions and wire snips.”

She snickered. “Looks like they went the lazy route on you, dude. Those are some of the easiest trackers to get both in and out. Mine, though, those are gonna take a bit more work.”

She didn't bother to add that they were embedded so deep in places he couldn't access, he'd only be able to remove them with a medical professional like herself.

Well, it wasn't like she had had any plans on taking them out at the time!

Both Kass and May looked markedly uncomfortable, despite her good news. They were both seated, gripping each other's hands so tight the knuckles had gone white. Bonnie continued, unaffected.

“Don't get me wrong though, I can get them out no problem. He's just gonna—you're just gonna need to be anesthetized for it,” she corrected, talking to him directly. This only seemed to make him tighten his jaw further. “I get the feeling you don't want to feel me poking back into your head like last time, you big baby.”

Okay, that might have been the wrong thing to say. Simon was giving Bonnibel a near-horrified look at the casual mention, and the two in front of her were looking fairly queasy. Pepbut expectantly lifted the bucket to Kass's knee.

He scowled instead, shoving it back at the mint, and then glared darkly at Bonnibel like one might glare at a lion behind bars, 40 feet away, at the zoo. “If you think you're getting anywhere near me while I'm unconscious, you've got another thing coming, laffy taffy.”

Bonnibel grimaced, and May pressed her hand to Kass's forearm gently. “Kass...”

“No, I'm not arguing this whole damned procedure, birdy. I just want to be awake, I'm not letting her near me while I'm not cognizant.”

“But--”

“Nah, that's fine,” Bonnie cut in over May quickly, relieved. “I've got stuff that'll numb you out but leave you conscious, no biggie. Buuuuut,” she added, pressing her index fingers together, “you won't be able to move, and apparently being conscious but unable to control your body is pretty distressing to humans.”

“Yeah,” Simon said rather pointedly, as if to suggest he may have had some experience on the subject. Bonnie grinned, and shrugged at him innocently. She'd done it with consent, of course!

Kass looked away from her, back to the girl holding his hand. He was making an expression the scientist couldn't read, but May nodded as though she understood perfectly. “I'll be right next to you, the whole time. Promise. I'll make sure nothing goes wrong.”

“We all set, then?” When there was no argument, Bonnibel clapped her hands together excitedly. “Let's get started!”

Putting Kass under was no problem, and they could all see the way his body went fully lax without his control. Had it not been from the way his eyes were open, one could think he was asleep. With care, May pulled him onto his side to give Bonnibel access to his back.

The Foundation trackers were, as she expected, predictably easy to remove. As she worked around his long limbs, Bonnie would look up occasionally and find May, with her seat pulled next to the work table, staring intently at Kass's face at eye level with her own. She only let go of his hand to let Bonnibel remove the tracking chip from his wrist.

“That's all the small ones!” she said as she dropped the small deactivated metal rod onto the waste dish with her tweezers. “Just gotta stitch them up, and then we can get to the big guys.”

“Let me,” the bird said. Bonnie blinked and watched at the wounds pulled themselves closed, leaving only smooth skin with no trace of scar.

“Uh,” she said, a mix of surprised and confused, “I really wanna check that trick out sometime, if you don't mind.”

“Just keep going.” She didn't even look up, her thumb running small circles on the back of Kass's hand.

So Bonnibel kept going.

The next trackers, hers, were in more invasive places. Quickly, she cut open the back of his orange shirt up through the neckline. She heard the small shuddering breath May released, but did not look up, incredibly careful as she slit open the skin between Kass's shoulders and exposed the muscle beside one of his upper thoracic vertebrae. Hands steady and slow, she grabbed the small pulsating yellow light embedded into it with her tweezers, and slid it out to drop it into the waste tin with the others.

That done, she did not pause, instead moving up his neck to where it met the base of his skull. Here, she could see her old handiwork, helpfully exposed by the lack of hair. “Okay bud, last one! Hanging in there?”

Bonnibel expected no response, but she glanced up to see May's scowl, almost a mirror image of what Kass's usually looked like. Right. Empath. That would explain why she was clinging to the man unable to express his emotions through body language. “You weren't kidding about invasive,” she said, her eyes flicking from Kass's face to Bonnibel's.

“Nope!” she said quite cheerfully, quickly and easily parting the skin. This was familiar territory, and it was without hesitation that she pulled out the last tracker that was embedded into the tissue where trapezius muscle turned into tendon. Simon gave a sympathetic wince as she dropped it into the bowl, where it made a soft clatter.

“Okay!” Bonnie exclaimed with a grin, standing straight and rolling her own shoulders. “All the compromised chips are out! Now I'll just slip in the new ones and we--”

“No.”

She paused, her hand hovering over a clean pair of tweezers. “What's up?”

“No new trackers,” May declared, her voice steely. Her gaze met Bonnie's gold eyes cold. “No trackers from you, no trackers from Dib. You're done keeping tabs on Kass, you're not doing it anymore.”

“But I--” Bonnie began, but Simon was shaking his head. May continued, undeterred, in the same voice she had had when she had said I'm getting him back.

“No, Bonnibel. Kass has spent most of his life under surveillance. He's not your prisoner, he's not on probation, he's not some dog you have to keep track of in case he runs off.”

Bonnie didn't have anything to say to that, so the bird repeated, firmly. “No more tracking chips. No more experiments. We're done.”

“Booooo,” she finally replied, opting to pout. Well, fine. She'd already gotten plenty of data on Kass, it wasn't so big a loss. “Fiiiiiine, fine, lemme just stitch him up and then we'll be all set.”

May shook her head again, and this time Bonnie had to take a step back at the sight of the skin on Kass's neck and back doing things she had never seen skin do before. It wasn't like it was healing—it was like it was reversing, returning to net zero.

When she looked up, May was actively grimacing, her brow twisted in pain. A small noise escaped her, and behind her, Simon was getting to his feet, his eyes locked onto her back in horror. He was seeing something unpleasant, that was for sure.

“May,” he said in a voice that sounded genuinely upset, “You don't have t--”

But she was waving him off, her face relaxing. “S'done, Simon. It's fine.”

Later, Simon would tell Bonnie how he saw the skin at May's neck slice open and pull itself back, before immediately undoing itself. Bonnie's curiosity would grow and grow, and soon she would ask May to sit with her for some tests of her own. Now, though, Bonnie leaned over the table to get a better look at the bird's face.

“And they call me a weird one,” she said, but the girl didn't even seem to be paying attention to her. She was more focused on the man on the table, her fingers on his cheek.

“I'm fine, hon,” she said, more to him than to anyone else in the room. “Really. Just get some rest.”

Bonnie shared another look with Simon over May's head, and then Bonnie shrugged at him.

[TRANSMISSION INTERRUPTED—RECONNECTING...]

#may writes #may loves teslaverse #And In the End #didnt realize there was no art for this one before i set it up on tumblr #woops

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mobagehell · 7 years ago

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Ereshikagal Chocolate Scenario (FGO Valentine's 2018)

It’s that time of year again, y’all! And here I am, crawling out of the bowels of my chaldea delivering the good news. I’ve been working on my translating all year, and I think I’ve improved since last time!

I plan to do boy arthur, shinjuku assassin, shinjuku avenger, summer nero, and paul bunyan. If you have shinjuku archer, summer nitocris, melt lilith or abby hit me tf up, PLEASE!

comments, questions, criticisms, etc are always welcome~

*In some cases I’ve numbered the choices and the corresponding responses b/c you won’t see the other depending on what you choose but it all converges in the end.

Ereshkigal: ......Finally they've come out of the cafeteria. I knew if I aimed for lunch time I would be able to catch them. Well, in all honesty after dinner would have been better, but, if I waited until then there would be more people around.

......hmph. It looks like this wasn't that big of a deal at all. I'm surprised myself at how calm I am. I guess taking two whole days to psych myself was the right move. I can also say the quality of my chocolate is top class; I did put in a month's worth of practice after all. There shouldn't be any problems with its taste, shape, or mana!

Yeah! I had fun making one prototype a day; so much fun I would make them everyday if I could! This was the only one that actually turned out well, but still! By having even just one success, then the rest aren't really failures, right!

―――― ah right, now is not the time for me to be standing around the bend here congratulating myself. I hear guda's footsteps, no doubt about it. ......handle any situation coolly, be graceful....

Alright! Here we go, Ereshkigal! Let's give them a taste of the splendor and luxury of a goddess!

Fou: Fo. Fofo, fou. kyuuu. (Special Translation: Hold on. I sense plotting from just around the bend.)

> Fou-kun is staring past the bend.....? > (Is someone there?)

Fou! Foufou, foooo! (Special Translation: I can feel a powerful enemy.....! Chhhaargee!)

???: Well, if it isn't the beast of calamity. Hmmmm, playing bodyguard are we. Well, whatever, you're powerless now anyway. Why don't you go over there.

Now, then, let's pull it together....and,

Ereshkigal: G-g- Good afternoon Guda! Looks like I'm right on schedule running into you here like this! I-I see you just came out of the cafeteria but, are you hungry by any chance? If you are I have something nutrional especially made, but, d-do you feel like trying it?

Fou: ―――― kyu. (Special Translation: Oh,it's just some small fry. We can go.)

> Good Afternoon, Ereshikgal (1) > Sorry, I just had lunch so...... (2)

Ereshikgal:(1) Y-Yes. Your politeness is too kind. Greetings are important. I appreciate that side of you.

Fou: (2) Fou. Foufou.

Ereshikigal: (2) Of, of course, you did just come from the cafeteria! I knew that, it's only practical for the living!

(ahhwawawa ――― What happened to my mental focus! Wasn't I so calm even surprised myself !?)

Fou: Fou. kyukyu―uuu,fou. (Special Translation: But they haven't had dessert yet)

Ereshikagal: That's great! Thank goodness, it looks like my timing is perfect then! Take this, if that's the case. It's such pity to not have dessert after a meal, plus I doubt you will get anything from the other goddesses, and it's a special modern event, so, I'm giving you this. I don't particularly like sweet things like this though. *she gives you the chocolate*

Fou: fo.....fou..... (Special Translation: wow.....you can totally tell she tried too hard....)

Ereshkigal: Wh- what do you think? I- I only heard about this event yesterday, so I went with a design I've already made before, though I finished it off with decoration without being too tasteless.

> This is what you treasure most right, Ereshkigal (1) > This is your specialty isn't it, Ereshkigal (2)

(1) Yes, exactly. That lancet cage is what's most important to me. ....fufu. For mortals, I use it to entrap their souls, and against my enemies I can use it as a lance to pierce their bodies. Truly, you are an odd mortal, to think something like that to be my treasure.

(2) Th-that's right. I have full mastery of making cages. As you can see, I am the gloomy goddess of the underworld. Since you seem to be forgetful of that fact, I made a point of giving you a warning by using this form. So every time you look at this chocolate, you will remember this: do not take me lightly.

....ahem.

A-anyway, you don't have to eat it immediately. You can eat it whenever you feel like it. And, if turns out to not be enough, I don't mind if come ask for more. I made extra just in case that were to happen.

And I will take responsibility if it comes to the point where you cry "This flavor is unlike anything I'v tasted until now, I only want to eat the utter perfection that is the chocolate from the underworld...." I'll make sure to properly think of some aftercare for you.

Fou: Fou, fou－uuu! Impossifou－uuu! Dream, fou－uuu!

Ereshkigal: St-stop criticizing every last detail, you little beast! Can't I at least dream! ? I fully understand it myself, okay! I know I overdid it, or really that it just isn't the least bit cute. But I couldn't think of anything else, I'm so gloomy even I start hating it!

> No

—————. Wh- what? Are you going to return it right here, wouldn't that be too cruel?

> Thanks, Ereshkigal

O... ―――oh. If you like it, then that's enough. I only wanted you my luxury and gratitude as a goddess. It's not like I was really getting excited about your reciprocation.

Fou: Foooo？Fofofofofofofoooo?

> I want to come get seconds right away.

Ereshikigal: w h――― um, that's ―― (No wait! I'm happy but that's impossible! If they see that mass of prototypes, my diginity as a goddess will....! More importantly, my chest is pounding just from them giving thanks! Any more happiness tha this and I think I'll be over my daily maximum capacityyyy!)

―― D- don't say something so stupid. The amount of energy you can get from that chocolate is enough for a mortal's lifetime. You're living stranded on top of a snowy mountain, s- so there's no way you could eat it all in one day. I appreciate the sentiment but, another serving will be for a later time. Specifically, I need you to give me about two weeks. If I have that much time I...should be able to work it out somehow,I'll leave that to the future me.

Fou: fouuu....

> Then I'll see you at that time > Whattt. I don't care if it's just a prototype thoughhhh?

Ereshikigal: You saw through all of ittttt! Could you take a hint, just a little!? A-anyway, I've repayed my debt with this ―― I mean, I've fufilled my duty per our contract. S-see you laten then, Guda. For lunch I reccomend Set D from the cafeteria!

Fou: Fou. Foufou.

> By the way..... > Her face was red the entire time, was it Sumer fever.....

Fo―― fooooooooou!? (Special Translation: There was unbelievable plotting here tooooooo!?)

Craft Essence: Sweet Home in the Underworld

Valetine chocolate from Ereshkigal.

A miniture version of Ereshigal's 「Lancet Cage」. Having tried with the shape she has the most experience making, it conveys the feeling of her putting everything into it, and her confidence that she couldn't fail.

The shape is extremely well done but, the taste still needs work.

#fgo #Fate/Grand Order #ereshkigal (fgo)#translations from hell #fgo valentines event #god i love her i'm so happy so blessed thank u based whoever

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missstormcaller · 8 years ago

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WE DO knot ALWAYS LOVE YOU Part 15 Full Translation.

The Ceremony

pages 158-168

Human world.

Karakura Town - Sakurabashi park.

This park constructed on the hills overlooking the railway track was Inoue Orihime's favourite place. Even though it is only a small park with a few dozen or so trees and couple of benches, every bench is placed in front of a great view and there is no disappointment wherever you sit. Amongst those, Orihime particularly liked the bench facing opposite the railway track, she loved watching the trains and the town from there.

Kuchiki Rukia and Abarai Renji were currently sitting side by side on that very bench. The time was around 10 p.m. and the small night view of Karakura Town was spread out below them. Because Renji was not as familiar with the Human World as much as Rukia was, every time a train would pass by he would curiously follow it with his eyes.

"Kuchiki saaan!"

Orihime dashed up the stairs leading up the hill whilst waving her arm. When the pair stood up and waved back, she raised her voice in surprise, "huh? You're here together with Abarai kun too!?"

"Yo! You're looking well, Inoue!"

"Yup, I'm well!"

Orihime replied whilst ascending the final few steps on the staircase, "fuu, I've arrived~" she said, recovering her breath when had reached the top.

"I'm sorry for taking up your time this late"

With Rukia in the middle, the three of them sat down beside each other on the bench.

"Not at all, don't worry about something like that! I'm so happy you came to see me!"

"How about the store? Is it still thriving as usual?"

"Uh huh! Business is already booming everyday!"

Orihime currently works as a regular employee of a bread and cake shop called 'ABCookies'. After her older brother Inoue Sora passed away, she was getting along by receiving assistance with living expenses from a distant relative; but because of the fact that the relative had originally declared that they would only provide assistance up till high school graduation, since the summer of three years prior, Orihime had been searching for a job placement for after graduation. During that time, she was working at the shop part-time, the shop manager who had learnt of her situation insisted that Orihime be fully employed by the company.

"Rangiku san and Soifon San have also often come to buy things"

"Lieutenant Matsumoto I can understand, but captain Soifon too……!?"

"……Yoruichi san gets her to buy it for her, am I right?"

"Ah that’s true" Rukia thought, understanding completely.

"So then, what’s happening today? You're even here together with Abarai kun……"

Orihime observed the couple. For some reason or another, she felt that the air that flowed between the pair had become even more intimate than before, Orihime stood up, "oohh!" she said in a loud voice.

"Ehh! Wait, could it be!? Ah, perhaps the two of you……the two of you……!"

With eyes wide open she stared at them in round eyed wonder, Orihime's cheeks were instantly coloured red. Smiling with her whole face, Rukia tried to convey the message without saying a word but-----

"S-s- sta- started dating!?"

------Orihime's intuition was off the mark twice as much.

"Pfft! Hahahaha!! Dating……no, but in a sense it’s somewhere along those lines!!"

Orihime looked blankly at Renji who had burst into laughter, Rukia then spoke.

"Inoue, me and Renji……today, we completed our nyuseki"

"Eh………eeeeeehh!? Nyuseki……that means, you're married……right!?"

Rukia nods, 'that's correct'. Orihime inhaled a deep breath, she began to sob even as a bright smile remained on her face.

"Inoue!?"

"Haaa……uuu……pardon meee……! This is such a pleasant surprise…… I've become an emotional mess……!"

Standing up, Rukia tenderly embraced Orihime's shoulders leading her to sit on the bench again.

"Con….gratulationsss……Kuchiki……sannn……"

Orihime was heaving with sobs as Rukia rubbed her back whilst nodding and uttering comforting words.

"……You fool, what are you grinning at……?"

Rukia said knitting her eyebrows together, noticing Renji smirking whilst looking their way.

"it’s kinda nice to think……You going over the top to take care of someone like that just now, since I’ve never seen you like that you knowww……”

Although he didn't say it, he actually thought that her face full of affection was beautiful.

"Haa…. I'm okay now……thank you, Kuchiki san! I truly congratulate the both of youuu!!"

Orihime smiled sweetly.

"……Thank you, Inoue"

With a finger, Rukia gently wiped away the single trickle of a teardrop that had just escaped.

After completely hearing and laughing about the troublesome story around the nyuseki from the other two, Orihime casually asked Rukia, "you've told Kurosaki kun about it already right?"

"No, not yet. We were thinking to go and announce it to Ichigo after this but……I wonder if it's too late now"

Saying that, she looked up at Renji. "He probably stays up late anyhow" Renji stated definitively without any sort of basis.

"It's really okay that I was told first……?"

Feeling a little shy and fidgety, Rukia hesitated a few times as she replied to Orihime.

"Th-that's because, Inoue I consider you……my……b-best girl-friend! So therefore……I thought…I should tell you first……"

She spoke as her last few words became a little mumbled.

"……your face is redder than the time I asked you to marry me ya know"

"Sh-shut up!!"

Watching as Rukia grew red to her ears, Orihime laughed and became teary eyed once again.

"Thank you, Kuchiki san! I admire you very much too!!"

After seeing the couple off, Orihime hurried back to her house. Saying "I'm home" to the portrait of her late older brother before catching her breath, Orihime put in a phone call to Dokugamine Riruka.

"……Hellooo?"

After four rings, Riruka's somewhat displeased sounding voice could be heard.

"Sorry for calling so late! It's me Orihime"

"When I went to your shop last week, I told you didn't I!? I said I'm busy with the launch of a new brand right now! Does this mean you didn't listen when I was talking!?"

Riruka is currently working as a designer in the apparel department of an enterprise managed by Yukio Hans Vorarlberna. Jackie Tristan also works at the same business but she is constantly flying all over the world because she is engaged in work concerning the aid of developing countries, therefore she is almost never seen.

"Of course, I was listening to you! But this is a bit of an emergency……"

"Emergency……? In that case, please tell me about the matter quickly!"

"Yes! Thank you, Riruka chan! Well……"

Whilst annoyed that she did not speak with haste, Riruka listened as Orihime talked about Rukia getting married, and the fact that the ceremony that was to be held two weeks later, is fast approaching.

"So then, I want to give her something, a gift, but what would be good……? Something handmade……that can be used at the wedding ceremony, I think something like that would be nice……"

"It has to be something suitable enough for a beginner to make……"

The sound of fingertips tapping on a table could be heard through the phone.

"What about a bouquet or a ring pillow……but that world has standard traditional style dress for a Shinto ceremony, doesn't it?"

"Oh, right!…… Eh, well then that means, Kuchiki san, in a Shiromuku*……!? Haaaa, that would be absolutely cuuute……!"

(*Traditional Japanese white Kimono for brides)

"Don't lose your cool……moreover that Rukia girl is a noblewoman isn't she? Since everything will probably be prepared to the highest of quality, if an amateur decides to makes things like traditional style dress accessories, it may pale in comparison……"

"Ohh!!"

In response to Orihime's loud voice, Riruka complained with even more volume, "be quite!! Don't suddenly burst out into a ridiculously loud voice!!"

"Sorry sorry……well, how about a dress? A wedding dress!"

"Huhhh!? There is no way a beginner would be able to properly make something like a dress in just two weeks you know!?"

"But, if I try my very best….!"

"Abso-lutely impossible!!"

"Uuu……! I wanted to see Kuchiki san in western style garments too……"

Orihime muttered with deep disappointment.

"……in that case, how about a veil?"

The sounds of rhythmical tapping on a keyboard could be heard clearly through the earpiece, "I looked it up just now, it seems there's a fair amount of people who like to combine western hairdressing with a Shiromuku nowadays" Riruka informed.

Orihime imagined Rukia's form.

A wataboshi* (*traditional bridal hood-like headdress) will surely suit well with that elegant small face of hers she thought. However, it seemed to her that the people who would be assembled there could more fully enjoy and appreciate Rukia's beauty if she could be seen through a veil that was completely transparent rather than a wataboshi that would cover a great majority of her head.

"I think that's a very good idea……!"

"If it's a veil, then you basically just cut soft tulle, even an idiot can do it. And then, how about adding on some embroidery with fine thread around the hem? If you do small embroidery, even if it's somewhat poor, as long as it’s seen from a distance it will be unnoticeable"

"Yes yes, I want to add on embroidery!"

"I'll write down a set of instructions and send it together with the materials first thing in the morning. Your address hasn't changed has it?"

"Eeeh!? No that's fine, thank you very much for your help! I'm extremely grateful just because I was able to get advice from you! Afterwards, I myself will go and look for……"

"Huuuh!? You called me when I'm busy, don't hold back now!"

Riruka held her phone in one hand, with the hand that was vacant, she had found what she was looking for, "hm, this will also be of use……" one by one she had ticked off the materials.

"Thank you Riruka chan, but really it's okay……"

"shut up, I told you to be quiet!! ……I'm almost done! I've already disappeared twice with the intention of not having to deal with you lot anymore! And yet, since we met again three years ago, you’ve been using every possible pretext to call me about things like ……a new stock of tasty doughnuts, and whatever else! You understand me Orihimeee!?"

"Yes, sorry! ……but Riruka chan, you always come to buy……"

"I only pass by that shop because it's tasty there, things like whether or not you are working there does not concern me in the slightest!!"

"Pardon me~~~!!"

Phone calls with Riruka always eventually becomes a lecture. Orihime witlessly calls Riruka who likes scolding her like this. Listening to an angry Riruka's voice who was full of vitality as she spoke, 'ah, we're not so lonesome anymore', she’d think as her heart would become warm.

The following day, a package arrived from Riruka, it contained a great deal of materials and a document with a set of instructions, and------

[I spoke a bit too harshly yesterday

Sorry]

-----Written down on a note.

End.

#WE DO knot ALWAYS LOVE YOU #WDkALY #renruki #Bleach #bleach novel #translation #renji abarai #Rukia Kuchiki #Orihime Inoue #riruka dokugamine #ichigo kurosaki #yukio hans vorarlberna #jackie tristan

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jokertrap-ran · 8 years ago

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BAD MEDICINE ~Infectious teachers~ [PC GAME] Kuzuha Kakeru (History) Route Translations (Part 10)

MC’s name is retained as the original MC name Kawana Hina.

* Words within ‘ ‘ are spoken in English – *Spoiler free : Translations under cut! * Will update actual image of part one once I get on my main laptop

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 Ruin END Prologue / Ruin END / True END

Choice B: Go to the park

Kuzuha:

──Here, we’ve arrived.

Hina:

（Even though I had gotten lost in town earlier, I was found by sensei and got onto his bike and before I realised it, I’ve totally got caught up in his pace……）

Kuzuha:

Shopping in town isn’t bad either but, isn’t it good to take a walk in places like this once in a while？

Hina:

You take walks？

It’s somewhat a little surprising of you to do so.

Kuzuha:

You, what do you think I am?

I do occasionally feel like refreshing myself in the nature.

Come on……hold out your hand.

Hina:

W-What do you intend to do？

Kuzuha:

Huh？You really don’t get it huh.

Don’t girls and guys holt hands at least when they take a walk together?

Or is it that you aren’t sastisfied with just holding hands？

Hina:

Y-You’re wrong！

（Uu……He’s teasing me afterall. If it’s become like this──）

Um, sensei.

I’ll go to the drinking pace there for a while to get a drink……

Kuzuha:

Alright. Got it.

Or rather, to think that there are still faucets in which the water rises upwards from.

I do remember using them quite a lot back in elementary school. Like when I just came back from being outside and the like--

Hina:

Chance！

Kuzuha:

…………

……Damn you……

You’ve really done it now, oi.

Take this!!

Hina:

きゃっ！

Kuzuha:

Oh, a direct hit！……It’s actually pretty amazing.

Pfft- hahaha！You’re making a rather stupid face.

Hina:

~~~~~Ngh！

Kuzuha:

Uwa~a！You’re still going at it!?

Alright, I accept your challenge!

Bring it on！

……Ah~Ah.

Aren’t we both totally and absolutely drenched now?

Hina:

Achoo！

Kuzuha:

Oi, I call for a temporary ceasefire.

There's a bench there. Let’s sit down there and take a break from this.

Come on, you’re going to catch a cold like that.

Go to the bench where our belongings are at and wipe off the wet areas.

Ah~ I’ve not done this in a really long time~

I’m also pretty drenched.

You weren’t going easy on me at all~

Hina:

Uu……I’m really……sorry.

Kuzuha:

……Kuku, if you were gonna apologize, you should have done it from the very beginning.

We’ll get dry soon since the weather’s good.

Hina:

Ah, then I’ll wipe it for you？

Kuzuha:

Hm~？No, no. It’s fine.

It’s not like I’m really angry or anything.

Don’t worry bout’ it.

Come to think of it, I’ve also done my share of bad things to you. That’s why I said it’s alright anyway.

Come on, I’ll wipe it so pass the handkerchief over.

Hina:

Ah……

（His face is close……！）

Kuzuha:

Come on, stay still.

Your mascara’s a waterproof one huh. It’s still there perfectly untouched you know?

Good for you.

But well, I don’t think someone like you needs makeup or anything. I think that you’re pretty just as you are without anything on though？

Hina:

！That’s not……the case at all.

Kuzuha:

The one who thinks that it’s necessary is surprisingly yourself.

You’re just over conscious.

……Alright. I’ve wiped it for the time being.

Are you feeling cold or anything？Hm？

Hina:

I’m fine. Thank you very much.

Kuzuha:

Yes, you’re welcome.

……Speaking of which, there’s a nice scent coming from you.

Is it hair mousse?

Even though i told you that you didn't have to be that stylish, this scent might actually be to my liking.

Hina:

L-Like I said, please don’t get any closer！

Kuzuha:

What’s with that.

You don��t have to push me away, do you?

Even though I was praising you about how nice it smelled, what’s with that attitude--

Young boy:

UwaaAAA, MommmyyyYYY!!

Kuzuha:

……What？A kid？

Hina:

I wonder if he’s lost……

Kuzuha:

I don’t really see anyone who looks like a mother.

Hina:

I’ll go see how he is for a little！

Kuzuha:

Ah, wait a minute！

Hina:

Hey kid？Were you seperted from your mother？

Should I search for your mother together with you？

Young boy:

UweeeEEEEHH！MooommmyyyYYY！

Kuzuha:

This won’t do.

We have to calm him down a little.

The conversation won’t proceed at all if he keeps crying like this.

Do you have anything a kid would like on you now ？

Hina:

Ah, I’ve got some chocolate.

Kuzuha:

Oh. Chocolate huh.

You’ve got something good there.

Here, do you like chocolate？

This big sister’s giving you lots of it.

Young boy:

Uuu, I like chocolate…Uu.

Hina:

Really？I’m relieved.

I have strawberry and almonds, whch do you like？

Young boy:

……Strawberry……

Kuzuha:

Hm, then the strawberry one’s yours.

Here.

Hina:

（He’s so kind towards children……）

Kuzuha:

Kids really do get easily attached to things.

Though since they get lots of these since they’re innocent and cute, they get fat really easily too.

Hina:

（Uu……I retract my previous statement……！）

Kuzuha:

……So, oi, where’s your mom and dad？

Young boy:

Mom……was together with me till just now…

…Uu, UweeEEEH……！

Kuzuha:

He started crying again……

This won’t be as easy as earlier……

Hina:

He’s just lonely because he’s alone.

He’s anxious and uneasy because he was separated from his mother.

Kuzuha:

…...That feeling’s out of my field. I’m basically the type that likes being alone. Moreover, something like feeling lonely because the mother’s not around…...it’s something I won’t understand in my entire lifetime.

Young boy:

UwaaaaAA！MooommmyyyYY……！

Kuzuha:

No choice then……

Oi, I’ll give you a ride on my shoulders so see if your mother’s around anywhere. This would do…...here, can you see? Look around properly.

Young boy:

UwaaaaAA！MooommmyyyYY……！

Kuzuha:

Look, a man only cried when he’s born okay? After that, they get stronger and strong enough that they don’t cry.

Young boy:

Uuu, hic……！

Kuzuha:

Don’t just cry there, take a good look around. If you came here together, you shouldn’t be separated too far from each other.

Young boy:

Mommy……？It’s mommy！Mommyy！

Kuzuha:

Ow, ow, I’ll let you down now so stop trashing around! Can you go alone?

Young boy:

Yup.

Kuzuha:

Make sure you don’t fall down if you’re gonna run there. Take care and return home, okay? Honestly, kids are really…...

Hina:

…………

Kuzuha:

……What’s with that look as if you’ve got something to say?

Hina:

No…...it’s just kind of surprising that you’d give him a shoulder ride.

Kuzuha:

It’s just that, when I was crying back when I was a kid, my dad had told me that I was a man and should stop crying because of it while giving me a shoulder ride.

Hina:

What a wonderful father.

Kuzuha:

Now, who knows about that. I only know that he only has eyes for women.

Hina:

What do you mean?

Kuzuha:

…………

It’s nothin’. Well, our clothes have dried in one way or another. Then, shall we go?

Hina:

（……Sensei……？）

What should I do？

Choice A: Go to the game center Choice B: Go to the park

#Bad Medicine Infectious Teachers #Bad Medicine Infectious Teachers Game #Kuzuha Kakeru #Shido Kaname #Yanagi Ryota #Nagihara Taiki #Tojo #Kashu Remu #Rejet #Otome #Translations

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Dream-Coloured Princes - Chapter 2

Location: Yumenosaki Drama Clubroom Characters: Tomoya, Hokuto & Wataru

Tomoya: Hokuto-senpai…

Wataru: That’s right, Tomoya-kun. Open your heart and come on out! It’s all right, there’s nothing you need to be afraid of…☆

Tomoya: I-I’m sorry, Hokuto-senpai! As much as I want to believe you and come out…

I don’t know what the Masked Pervert will do to me when I step out of the closet! So I’m gonna live in here…!

Hokuto: …President. No, Masked Pervert. Tomoya has closed off his heart all because of you.

As long as you’re in the room, Tomoya won’t come out of the closet.

It may not be an forgivable task for the club members to chase out the club president.

But Tomoya is my dear junior. If I had to choose between the two of you, I’d pick Tomoya.

Wataru: Hehehe, I see you have not only awakened your love for the role of the “prince”, but also love towards your junior…!

I knew even the depths of your heart were overflowing with love – how delightful…☆

In any case, I shall make my leave. Just like the wind…! I can leave that way as well, but excluding your friends can indeed feel rather sad.

I shall watch as you drag Tomoya-kun out of the robust castle. Oh, I won’t do anything silly so rest assured…☆

Hokuto: …It can’t be helped. In reality, I should be using all my efforts to chase you out, but you’re still the club president even if you’re rotten. I don’t want to do anything rough.

Tomoya. Did you hear our conversation? The Masked Pervert will not hurt you. In other words, he won’t make you crossdress.

Tomoya: H-He’s lying! I could tell by the way he was talking…!

I’ve been studying too – You can’t fool me twice…!

Hokuto: What is he talking about, Masked Pervert? What did you do to Tomoya while I was away?

Wataru: Oh, don’t make such a scary expression. It seems you two have misunderstood something.

I don’t enjoy teasing and bullying Tomoya-kun. I simply wish for him to have fun.

It’s an entertainer’s destiny. Accept it as it is…☆

Hokuto: What a troublesome president, indeed. I almost regret joining the club.

It’s okay, Tomoya. The me that’s standing near the closet is the real thing. You saw me through the door cracks, so you should also be able to tell.

The Masked Pervert may be talented, but even he cannot transform into someone else. Trust me and come out.

Tomoya: H-Hokuto-senpai… Uuu, I’m a coward. I know it’s you by your voice and appearance, but I don’t have the courage.

When you opened the closet to check before, I covered myself with a costume in the spur of the moment.

I hugged my knees and ignored your cries… I’m an awful junior.

Please, just leave me alone. The closet is the best place for a coward like me.

Hokuto: Tomoya…

I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were thinking of it like that. As your senior… I have failed.

But I cannot allow you to stay inside that dark closet forever. I want you to walk in a sunny place.

Take my hand and we’ll face the Masked Pervert together.

Tomoya: …………

Hokuto: (There’s no reply. He must be thinking about it. Then, this is my chance.)

(I do feel a bit bad since I’ll be catching him off guard, but there’s a high possibility the Masked Pervert will use one of his tricks out of boredom if things are dragged out for too long.)

(In all honesty, cleaning up the flower petals will be a pain.)

I’m opening the closet, Tomoya.

Tomoya: W-Wait, please. I’m not mentally ready…!

Hokuto: Hm, that’s some strength. Tomoya, I’m going to open it. Are you ready?

Tomoya: Y-Yes…

Wataru: Hehehe, hehehehe… Ahahahaha ☆

Tomoya: That was… the Masked Pervert laughing!? I-I knew it, you tricked me!

Hokuto: This isn’t what you promised, Masked Pervert. You said you wouldn’t do anything silly. It’s unfair of you to break your promise.

Wataru: Oh, my apologies. I was bored of waiting so I decided to practise some abdominal breathing techniques…☆

Tomoya: No one is on my side! Uuu, not even the gods~...!

Hokuto: Argh… Calm down, Tomoya!

Tomoya: I won’t let you drag me out against my will so easily!

Take that! And that, daaaaah…!

Hokuto: Tomoya… mmph!?

Tomoya: Alright, that sent you flying, huh! Take thaaaat~...!

Hokuto: (This isn’t good. Tomoya has completely lost his cool.)

(He’s throwing all the costumes in the closet and I’m at a loss too.)

(All I can do is watch the situation unfold speechlessly as I fall on my bottom in an ungraceful manner.)

Tomoya: How’s that? You accept defeat, right? …Huh?

H-H-H-H-Hokuto-senpai!?

What!? What is Hokuto-senpai doing here?

No wait. Don’t tell me Hokuto-senpai was here the whole time and he was the one who encouraged me to come out of the closet?

But the Masked Pervert’s really good at imitating people… Oh, god. I’m so confused!

I-I’m so sorry, Hokuto-senpai! I can’t believe I got full of myself and threw all those costumes at the senior that I respect… Uuu, I’m the absolute worst junior ever!

Now that it’s come to this, I’ve got no choice but to die and atone for my actions!

Hokuto: Misunderstandings happen with everyone. It’s true I was taken aback, but you didn’t hurt me at all. Don’t worry.

Tomoya: H-Hokuto-senpai~!

Hokuto: Oh, I see you’ve finally come out of the closet.

Tomoya: Yes! I was able to escape from the darkness all thanks to you!

I have Hokuto-senpai by my side. I don’t think we’ll lose no matter what the Masked Pervert does as long as you’re with me! Let’s defeat the Masked Pervert together…♪

Hokuto: No, I have no intentions of overthrowing the superior here. There aren’t many respectable parts to him, but he’s still the club president.

Once he stands on stage, he has the ability to captivate a great number of the audience.

As a member of the Drama Club, I want to polish my acting skills. I believe it will be a necessary skill to have as an idol.

Tomoya: T-That’s true. It wouldn’t hurt to polish our acting skills since we can get offers for dramas.

As expected of Hokuto-senpai! You say such meaningful things! ♪

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jokertrap-ran · 8 years ago

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BAD MEDICINE ~Infectious teachers~ [PC GAME] Kuzuha Kakeru (History) Route Translations (Part 16)

MC’s name is retained as the original MC name Kawana Hina.

* Words within ‘ ‘ are spoken in English – *Spoiler free : Translations under cut! * Will update actual image of part one once I get on my main laptop

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13/ Part 14/ Part 15/ Part 16 Ruin END Prologue / Ruin END / True END

Choice B: Go to the front of the school gate

Hina:

（Haa, to think that I’ve actually forgotten something, it must be because I kept drifting off into space. It became late since I came back to the classroom to retrieve it）

（The sky…...it’s cloudy. Seems like it’ll rain soon）

（Wait, I forgot my umbrella too. Uuu……I should hurry and get downstairs）

I didn’t manage to make it in time before the rain……

（Haa, I’m not in luck huh, it doesn’t seem to be stopping. But there’s no choice though. ）

（It’s within walking distance. I give up, I should just accept that I’d get drenched and head home. It should be fine so long as I take a bath as soon as I get home to warm up）

？？？:

Oi！

Hina:

Eh……!?

（K-Kuzuha-sensei……！）

Kuzuha:

You, I don’t think that you would do it but……

Are you intending on going back home in this rain even without an umbrella？

Hina:

（Uwah, he found out……）

Err……

Kuzuha:

To think that you’d really think of something like that in this rain.

……Isn’t it a little impossible？

……What, you haven’t got an umbrella?

Well, there’s no way that you’d try going all the way as to run home if you had brought it huh……

Hina:

（Sensei……I wonder why he talked to me? Even though it would have been good if he had just silently looked on）

Kuzuha:

If we wait for a litte more, it might turn lighter after a while so how about waiting for it instead of rushing？

If it’s just talking then I can accompany you too？

Hina:

No……but……I think you’re busy though……

Kuzuha:

Accompanying you for a little while isn’t anything at all. You don’t have to hold back.

Hina:

Is that really alright……？

（Although something like that had happened just not long ago, he’s still worried about me……?）

Um……thank you very much.

Kuzuha:

……Not really.

Though it really is like you to refrain from doing so.

Hina:

（Having concerns like that……he’s basically really kind to be doing so. That’s why……I can’t hate him）

Kuzuha:

Besides, won’t you just get drenched if you stayed at that edge over there？

Come here a little more, come inside the roof more.

Hina:

（Inside the roof……wel, it’s a narrow space but……it means that I’ll be close to him though）

Kuzuha:

You hands have gotten cold.

Your temperature will fall since it’s raining but you’ll catch a cold if it falls too much.

Hina:

……Your hand’s cold too you know.

（I wonder why you’re taking shelter in the rain with me. I……thought you hated me）

Kuzuha:

I originally have a lower temperature than others so don’t worry about me.

Hina:

（Though you trealy me kindly like that……I wonder which one’s the real you？No. They might all just be your true self）

Um……please release my hand……

Someone might see us and……

Don’t you not want any troublesome things to happen……？

Kuzuha:

No one’s gonna see us. Not in this rain.

There are only a few people left at this time and those who are part of the umbrella holding group are all going straight ahead.

Hina:

（I wonder if I’m too persistent after all……wanting to know a little more about him…...）

Kuzuha:

What were you doing up till this late？

Hina:

Well, I forgot something……

And wanted to get home before the rain started but well……I forgot my umbrella……

Kuzuha:

I see……

The rain isn’t stopping.

Though it seems like it has lightened a little, it seems like it’ll still be hard to get past it without an umbrella……

…………

I’ll send you back home.

Hina:

Err, but I’d feel bad about it……

Kuzuha:

Even if we wait longer, it doesn’t seem like it’ll get any lighter than it is now, no?

It’s small because it’s a foldable umbrella but it’s not like we won’t be able to get under it.

We’ll make it work out somehow.

Hina:

（He’s being kind again…...I wonder if I’ll know a little more about him if we go home together？）

Kuzuha:

Well, a folding umbrella’s just like this. Come on, get under it.

Hina:

（But……）

Why are you beng so kind？

Kuzuha:

……Who knows.

In any case, you have

……We’ve reached.

Hina:

Um, tha-- Achoo！

Kuzuha:

……Haa. That’s enough already, just go into your house.

Else you’d catch a cold.

No, before that……

You really ought to doubt people a little.

Hina:

Eh？

Kuzuha:

You put up no resistance and came along with me but don’t you think that if I had taken you somewhere else on the way, wouldn’t it be bad if I did bad things to you？

Hina:

I totally didn’t think of something like that……

Because, I mean, weren’t you walking together with me at the side-walks too?

Kuzuha:

Haa~……don’t just go lowering your guards just like that, because of things like that.

Hina:

（Besides, he’s shoulder’s a little wet too. He must have had tilted the umbrella towards my side）

Kuzuha:

Don’t go thinking that I won’t do things like that just because I’m being kind.

I only know that girls like this are quick and easy to fall.

Hina:

I see, so that was how it is？

I……didn’t think of it like that.

Kuzuha:

……It was a mistake to ask you about it.

……Go back into your house already.

See ya.

Hina:

（I think that Kuzuha-sensei wouldn’t do anything like that. No, he definetely wouldn’t）

（I want to believe that he’s really a kind person）

What should I do？

Choice A: Go to the Infirmary Choice B: Go to the front of the school gate

#Bad Medicine Infectious Teachers #Bad Medicine Infectious Teachers Game #Kuzuha Kakeru #Yanagi Ryota #Shido Kaname #Tojo Kairi #Kashu Remu #Nagihara Taiki #Rejet #Otome #Translations

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