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savanir · 2 months ago

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Death of the Father, Death of the Son

Part 3

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Dick was just about finished with his preparations in the Batjet when one of his brothers barged in and dumped some of their stuff inside as well.

“I’m coming with you” Tim straps down the case he brought and plants his ass in the copilot seat.

Dick looks at him with a slight frown, “Tim…”

“no I want to see the murder scenes with my own eyes and it’s good for you to have some backup-”

“I’ll be just fine on my own babybird-”

“-cause we don’t know if this is just one assassin or a whole organization”

“ok. and now you can tell me the real reason you want to come along”

Tim gives Dick a side-eye before slumping down“... Alf has been talking with Bruce about me needing fresh air again and I rather do that preemptively and on my own terms so you’re just gonna have to accept you’re stuck with me on this one now”

Dick sighs, and ruffles Tim’s hair before strapping himself in the pilot seat and ignoring the indignant squawk from his brother, “sure, fine, Oracle we’re heading out now”

“have a safe trip Nightwing”

and they are off

—✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*---*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧—

Amity Park is about what they expected, outwardly nothing remarkable, somewhat sleepy. But upon closer inspection the signs of multiple battles are quite clear.

Though apparently it’s been quite a while now since the last “ghost” battle. There is a lot of speculation as to why among the town folks which could be important to look into some other time, but for now the boys put a pin in it and get to breaking and entering the old Fenton household for their investigation.

Things seem to be normal inside the house but… ahem, well...

Tim inspects all the strange tech that looks just haphazardly slapped on the walls with a critical eye while Dick lifts one of the family photos to have a better look.

“looks like a normal average american household to me, even with mom and dad preferring to wear hazmat suits everywhere apparently” there really aren’t any pictures where they aren’t wearing the orange and teal suits. Madeline Fenton wasn’t wearing one at the Gala though, she looks a lot more comfortable in these pictures.

Dick looks around some more, “is it just me or does this place just feel… depressing?”

“yeah no I get what you mean, there is nobody here but I also feel a lot like I’m intruding” Tim hums, “more than normal that is”

“Red…”

Tim elects to ignore that tone of voice completely, “there is no way any of this stuff is even remotely up to code” he then peeks at the picture as well, he of course already knew what the murdered father and missing son looked like, he’s done his homework, but this is a casual happy family picture, that always drives home the fact that these were- are real people.

but how did they all get dragged into this situation, this mess that is slowly turning into something a lot more complicated… maybe… well that’s why he’s here. To figure it out.

The stairs that lead to the basement lab are in the kitchen for some reason, and once down there they both need a moment to take the whole place in.

The entire house is rather abandoned but this place looks as if it hasn't been touched since the police did their own investigation.

There is some tape and markers that were left behind but overall it looks a lot like a hurricane went through it, exploded, and then everything got covered in a fine layer of dust.

Tim opens the case he brought with him and begins setting up the holo scanners to make a copy of the whole place that they’ll be able to project in the batcave later, in case they miss something now.

It's only after that’s done that they start to have a look themselves.

“Even this badly wrecked it definitely looks like some sort of evil lair” Tim mutters as he inspects the nearest vaguely firearm shaped object, or maybe it’s a hair blower he’s not sure, it’s got Fenton Works™ stamped on it though.

“is that a portal” Dick meant it as a question but it ends up sounding like a statement.

It gets Tim’s attention though, “I… maybe?” it kinda looks like one potentially, busted up to hell though.

Dick carefully approaches it but doesn’t for a second think about going in there,“Mostly looks like a hole in the wall now though, I’m not going in there to check with all those wires on the ground, talk about a trip hazard. Not to mention the threat of electrocution, has nobody here heard about cable management?!”

“where is your sense of adventure Wingster, besides I am pretty sure this place is cut off from electricity now”

“yeah, I’m not taking the risk with sketchy evil lair portals today”

Dick lets Tim do his own detective work while he takes out a little device Batman made to alert him to Deadman. He figures it would be interesting to get a read on the place and see if it's really ghosts that have been causing a mess in Amity Park or if it is something else that just appears paranormal.

The ecto-detection goes completely wild however. “Alright well… uhh”

"What's that?”

“I was just curious if something occult was going on around here what with everyone blaming the past attacks on ghosts and thinking that whatever happened here probably has something to do with them as well… but I'll be honest, Boston never registered anywhere near this high. And it's just - everywhere”

“So any further investigation into Amity Park itself is gonna have to be done by Dark?”

“probably” though Tim is also fully planning on doing a full investigation himself.

Either way, they put a pin in that too.

They have a good look at the areas where bullets made an impact, scorch marks and the broken examination tables. They are about done when Tim asks if it would be worth it to break into the local police department and have a lot at (steal) whatever evidence they might still have on the case.

They could have something useful, unless it is who Dick really hopes it’s not.

They leave the basement and are greeted with the sight of two teens in the kitchen.

hm…

Dick decides to just go with a cheery hello,

“Holy shit it’s Nightwing and Red Robin!” Tucker basically has stars in his eyes.

“After the message we got from Jazz I kinda expected the big bat”

“That's not true, you said after all this time you didn’t think they were actually gonna come at all- ow!” Sam doesn’t hesitate to hit him in the shoulder.

“Didn't think we'd show up” Tim says.

“Well am I wrong?” Sam sneers, “the only reason you guys are here is cause it’s a Gotham thing now. Otherwise someone actually competent would have looked into this months ago”

Tucker shrugs sheepishly and looks a little pained, “perhaps we shouldn't antagonize the Justice League heroes?”

Sam looks about ready to start hissing, it reminds Tim somewhat of the demon brat when he's particularly upset. “whatever” she says.

Tucker now has a strained smile, “uh, if you guys were wondering how we knew you were in here, that's because Jazz asked us to keep an eye on the place”

they tripped an alarm? how… Everything in here is cut off and disabled. some sort of battery based system maybe? but they would have surely picked up on that…

Dick figures he might as well just go ahead and ask some questions so he takes a seat and the other two follow suit more at ease than the two birds expected. Tim decides to wander a bit more around the kitchen. Maybe there is something he missed here.

“so, I'm just gonna go out on a limb here and assume that you two also think Daniel-”

“Danny” Sam corrects immediatly

“-yes Danny, you two also think he's still alive?”

The question is immediately answered by a, “yes” and a, “he is”

“Jazz also seemed very certain of this despite the fact that a body was found. what makes you all so sure?”

Sam looks ready to spring into another tirade, Dick is starting to suspect that she has a serious issue with ‘not being taken seriously’

“Jazz told you guys already about the clone thing right? just go to Vlad's estate and it's all there in his evil basement laboratory”

“and we also know someone who can check deaths through occult stuff, and they confirmed that he has not… you know, crossed over”

“occult like magic?”

“or something, they were never wrong before. we do realize this isn't hard evidence obviously but they are a friend and not the type to just tell us what we want to hear” this is the easiest way to explain that they got in contact with the ghosts to have them look through the realms for Danny.

“I'd like to speak with-”

“that's gonna be hard, they don't show up with all the government people crawling about”

“so that individual with proof cannot be reached so we can’t verify their claims”

“nope”

unfortunate, but they did already say it wasn't hard evidence. It seems that these two aren’t going to budge on it which seems a little odd to Dick, there are known magic users in the League. Someone being able to check into the afterlife or whatever to see if someone is truly dead isn’t completely out of left field, it should be fine to meet with that person and at least hear them out… so why are ‘’government people’’ an issue? are they possibly wanted for some crime? oh well…

“when we went to them it was mostly just to know. you know? like… mr. Fenton got murdered and Danny went missing, and nobody knew anything or could find anything. Everyone suspected ghosts of course. and we just wanted to know if our best friend was dead or not, if searching was even worth it”

“and now the fruitloop got assassinated. to us it basically also confirms it you know. he's still alive, and it would absolutely be best to shut up the one guy who knows about the whole thing”

But why smear Masters? Why not do it quietly? And what makes Daniel so special?

Tim just knows he's going to end up with more sleepless nights because of this.

In the end the two teens aren’t actually all that cooperative. It seems they actually have mostly shown up to check what was going on inside the Fenton household, Tim and Dick decide not to push them too much then and there, figuring they could visit Master’s estate first, verify the clone allegations, and after that get back to these two, perhaps when they get more intel and have something more substantial to work these then Sam and Tucker will be a bit more forthcoming as well.

Only time will tell.

—✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*---*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧—

Slade had to go on some solo mission and at this point he's okay with leaving the boys to handle themselves, Danny eagerly takes the opportunity to do his own thing.

Aka, going after politicians to get the acts repealed. Making deals with the ones who value their lives and can see a good opportunity when they are presented with one and getting his name out there. If he’s an actual threat people will be forced to listen.

This day though he lands a hit that the supers in Metropolis somehow know about…

someone somewhere snitched, or… they are compromised. A worry for later.

"Memento Mori, they say you're trained by the Deathstroke and that you have an absolute success rate. And that you only kill your target and no one else on one of your assignments... but today all of it is coming to an end because with my tactile telekinesis I-"

"If I had known that all I had to do to meet a real life alien was to act up a little I would have gone down this road a lot sooner" Danny leans against the AC unit on top of the apartment building they are currently on.

Kon splutters, "what?"

"Alright, okay, clone of an alien, which to me is still basically the same thing. Very cool, honestly, if you ask me, even better"

Kon puffs up, "well I am pretty awesome if I say so myself"

"Absolutely, out of this world some would say"

Kon snorts, then remembers what's actually going on here, "are you trying to distract me?"

"Maybe? Is it working?" Kon pouts and makes a so-so gesture. "I do mean it though. You're easily in my top five favorite aliens"

Kon blushes quite prettily "Uhm, well I... oh wait aliens? Not heroes?"

"Ah, yeah well about that, I guess I'm not a fan of that? Especially not currently. What with you being in my way and all that"

"Oh so if I were to politely ask to not kill the lady"

"Yeah I'm still gonna do that, sorry"

Kon sighs, "well in that case I'll-"

He promptly gets knocked back by an impressive punch to the face. Mostly stunned by the fact that it properly hurts and then realizing Danny can move at all.

"You got distracted" and gives him a wink.

Kon rubs his jaw, "Oh you think you're cute"

"not just cute, I am adorable" and Kon just knows this smug bastard is grinning at him under the mask he can’t see through.

He really wishes he didn't have a thing for dark haired spunky dangerous people.

"... it- it doesn't matter, even with your freaky assassin skills there is no way-"

"You're a bit of a terrible match up against me though, no offense" Danny is trying to not overuse his abilities. He doesn't want the justice league to know about all of them. but it'll turn into a messy and long fight where neither come out on top if he sticks with the regular stuff. And that would allow backup to arrive and make things even more complicated...

"Damn... I just don't have time for this"

Kon makes sure he's prepared to intercept anything Danny might throw at him now.

"If you go invisible I'll just follow the sound of your heartbeat"

"Oh" Danny turns his heart off. He can't do that indefinitely while in human form though, but this will do for this fight. "How about now"

"What the-? Are you alright!?"

"Awww you’re worried? That's sweet. Supersweet one could say," Danny turns invisible, "you should really be more worried about yourself though Superboy"

Kon tries if he can keep visual with his X-ray vision, he thinks about trying to do a sweep for even the slightest disturbance with his TTK field when a freezing cold shiver shoots up his spine.

There is a moment of silence where nothing and nobody moves and then Kon can hear Superman in the distance.

"Kon! What's going on!"

"That little- he slipped away!"

"That's unfortunate... meet up with Kara at Miss Holloway’s location. Together we'll be able to stop him there"

"No I think I can-" Kon tries to argue

"Superboy" superman sounds stern

"... fine, I'm going"

Kon makes a direct beeline for the target location and a grin can't help but spread over his face. He pushes his sunglasses up a bit more to hide the glowing green eyes.

Now that he got to this point he’s getting back to wondering who tipped the supers off though. Having to switch to plan B was rather annoying.

And he still absolutely doesn't like overshadowing people but what can you do… mission first, personal and ethical little hang ups second.

Superboy went under so smoothly though, Danny wondered why that was until he did a careful skim of the surface and sensed the roiling self hatred. He suspects that'll do it.

Danny feels sorta bad though, Superboy really is up there in his list of coolest things this world has to offer. He'll have to make it up to him after this is all over somehow. In a way that won’t compromise himself, and also avoid the old man knowing.

It's then that he realizes he's arrived at the target location, it's showtime!

"Here I am"

Kara gives him a wave and he smoothly touches down, it really is a good thing he already knows how to fly and stuff, makes the whole pretending to be a Kryptonian thing a bit easier. "Got away huh?"

He huffs, "he can just turn his heartbeat off, how was I supposed to know that?"

"Deathstroke's protégé's are on a different level for sure. But even they have a limit"

Right... sure... underestimate him, very smart...

Not that he can really blame them. They probably think he's a baseline human with maybe some meta abilities or just a new upgraded Ikon suit.

"Can I see the tip off?

"Again? Sure. Though I doubt you'll see anything in it that we haven't seen yet. Oracle is trying to trace it but..."

"Hm, what if..." yeah some of this was very familiar, "what if it's Deathstroke and he's treating this whole thing as a screwed up training exercise?"

"That... I sure hope not"

"He's insane enough for that though"

"I hate that you could be right"

The silence stretches.

"Are you alright Kon?"

Danny startles a little, "Yeah! I'm just, frustrated"

"Ah, don't worry. With the three of us standing ready it'll be fine. We'll catch him" she presses her fist in her open palm.

Danny feels a careful smile spread on Kon's face.

"Hey, you check up on the lady and I'll make it look like I'm not involved in all this. Kal is close by and after that we'll try that thing with you spreading your TTK field super far"

Using Superboy's ability as a net? Interesting. "Gotcha"

Supergirl nods and then takes off and Danny figures he might as well just get this whole thing over with now.

The lady is right there, she barely acknowledges him when he politely greets her. Rude…

And then he snaps her neck.

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"Youuuu" Danny storms up to Slade with vicious green overtaking his usual blue, “you fucking motherf-”

"Boy-"

"Don't you boy me. You sabotaged my assignment!"

"False accusations?"

Danny gives him a look that screams ‘are you for real…’ "Of course I took a moment to investigate. I had to know if we had a leak. But you tipping off the supers you absolute-"

Slade nods, satisfied that Danny looked into the matter, "You were fine, you need to be challenged to learn how to adapt to any situation. The moment things become complicated you resort to your abilities"

"Get off it old man I'm only half human of course I'm using my damn abilities, they are a fucking part of me! You though- You're the biggest dick in the universe and-"

Any civilized conversation quickly ends after that as it gradually devolves into a physical fight.

"Bastard" Danny mutters as he focuses his healing to fix his black eye first.

"Cool down brat” Slade says, looking no worse for wear, “We'll go over the whole thing in more depth later" and the veteran assassin leaves the room.

Danny fumes as he handles his patch up himself. While doing so he allows himself a moment of self loathing.

He hates that he's making progress getting the ecto acts removed. "working" with the people who are happily removing the thing and getting rid of those that ignorantly want to keep it in place.

He hates that the G.I.W are easier to handle with his new skillset.

He really hates how easy this is getting.

And he really really hates how there was zero hesitation to overshadow Superboy and use him.

He can't wait till this is over, one way or another.

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ps-cactus · 1 month ago

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HO 🎄HO ☃️ HO 🎁 it's your Secret Santa in town🎅🤶🔔🎶 coming down your chimney with questions about your MC ⬇️⬇️⬇️

I'm so excited to learn more about Alyn! I just got started on one of your fics but I'm dying to know what the dynamics are between Alyn and Ominis?? What do they do when they spend time together? Who's the more affectionate one? Do they argue a lot? Who apologizes first? I would love to know if you don't mind sharing ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Hellooo! Thank you for reading 🥹💖 and for the questions, Santa! 💖✨ HERE COMES THE BIG POST! ~800 words👇🏻

To not make it extremely big I marked with * places where there are some extra headcanons behind the statement and I can elaborate additionally if needed.

Amberlyn x Ominis

⋆˚⋆⌜ Dynamics ⌟⋆˚⋆

The only one who'd understand. Recognition of each other's complexities. Mutual respect. Quiet support. Nevertheless, push and pull of varying intensity. Something from their Pinterest board:

Their bond unfolds slowly, built on trust (since Scriptorium, Alyn always sided with Ominis*) and, much later, subtle expressions of affection. They find common ground in shared struggles (family issues among them*) and the guilt and grief lingering after the events of the fifth year.

Alyn has a knack for finding the right words to soften Ominis' sharp edges and gently coax him into vulnerability. Though both are reserved in their own ways, they provide each other a sense of safety and understanding. (exceptions in Conflicts below)

Alyn is more open with affection—small, casual touches like brushing her hand against his (or her knee against his, because yes, she would; she’s, lost, traumatised and overcaffeinated teen). She completes his notes sometimes, drawing schemes from the board for him, describes things that catch her attention in and out of the class—all this happens naturally and easily.

Ominis is more reserved but deeply enjoys her presence and is grateful for her small gestures of help and appreciation. At first, he starts to subconsciously lean just a little closer than necessary during conversations. Over months time, he becomes braver about returning her gestures—a hand brushing hers deliberately, his voice softens noticeably when he speaks to her.

⋆˚⋆⌜ Time together ⌟⋆˚⋆

✨Studying: Since around the end of the fifth year, they often sit together at classes, at the library, or meet in common areas of the castle. Ominis becomes attuned to Alyn's steps, her scent, her presence. He’s startled to realise one day the sound of her voice reading aloud calms him.

✨Spells and Dueling Practice: Ominis’ magic is powerful, and his wand never misses. Alyn learns new spells quickly, and is excellent in explaining. Their training sessions are focused yet competitive and somewhat playful, filled with mutual encouragement and a bit of teasing. Alyn would brush the dust from a shattered dummy off his shoulder, and Ominis, whether he admitted it or not, would think that if the entire castle crumbled into dust around him, he wouldn’t mind—as long as it meant she’d be this close again, brushing it away with her hand.

✨Walks: Both enjoy long walks through the castle or by Black Lake. In the sixth year, they always visit Hogsmeade together. Sometimes they are just walking or sitting in silence. They don't normally talk in big emotional outbursts but instead share small, meaningful pieces of themselves over time.

⋆˚⋆⌜ Conflicts ⌟⋆˚⋆

They feel connection because they understand each other’s pain and offer emotional safety, but that very depth makes them vulnerable to fear, mistakes, and misunderstandings.

⚡️Curiosity vs protectiveness: Alyn is still new to the magical world. It makes her eager to learn everything—seemingly dangerous or not—out of wonder, fascination, and a desire to understand and catch up. Ominis, however, sees such curiosity as naivety and feels an urge to protect her, especially from anything risky. Alyn grows frustrated when she feels he’s infantilising her.

✨ Resolution: Alyn may prove her curiosity is tempered by caution, reassuring Ominis that she won’t put herself recklessly in harm’s way. Ominis, in turn, may learn to trust her judgment while remaining a protective figure she can rely on.

⚡️Miscommunication: Both Ominis and Alyn struggle with communication. Ominis often needs time alone to process his thoughts, but Alyn interprets his silence as distance or blame and tries to pull him out of it. If she doesn't succeed, she can rapidly go to 'Oh, it's now me not talking to you.'

✨ Resolution: They need to compromise—Alyn has to learns to give Ominis the time he needs, trusting that he will come back to her. Ominis, in turn, has to learn to communicate when he needs space instead of leaving her guessing.

⚡️SeBaStIaN isn’t even at school during their sixth year. But, whenever he’s brought up, Ominis subtly redirects or shuts the topic down, even though he's not as mad at him as he used to be and still considers him a friend. Among other feelings, Ominis is unsettled by the thought of Alyn reconnecting with Sebastian and leaving him behind. Again. His worry isn’t just jealousy (though it is that too). He fears Sebastian might pull her into something dark and dangerous. Again.

Ominis might: a) Withdraw—not to punish Alyn, but to protect himself emotionally. b) Overcompensate—offer her small gestures of affection, lingering touches, or closeness during homework sessions as a subconscious reassurance of their bond. c) Act stupid and say something he'll regret.

Alyn, in turn, gets irritated by his lack of trust, and such an attack on her judgment.

✨ Resolution: Alyn may reassure Ominis that she was never anything more than friends with Sebastian, and that she’s not under anyone’s influence. Ominis needs to learn to differentiate between jealousy and genuine worry and to communicate his fears in a healthier way.

⋆˚⋆⌜ Apologies ⌟⋆˚⋆

Ominis apologises after angry outbursts, guilt-ridden over losing control—something he fears makes him like his family. His apologies are slow and a bit awkward but deeply sincere. Alyn, on the other hand, apologises gently when she feels she’s misunderstood his intentions or pushed too hard.

Some of these 👆🏻bring them to this 👇🏻

⋆ Christmas 1891 ⋆

...and the aftermath. The second half of the sixth year.

Extra overcompensating for his insecurities while being not entirely sober, Ominis actually kissed Alyn. It happened after an argument following the Christmas party, but as Christmas magic would have it, that time both sides felt heard and satisfied. Eventually, they found themselves sitting together on the windowsill, sharing a quiet conversation. Aaand the first kiss happened.

Afterwards, Ominis apologised so many times they almost had another argument. Alyn reassured him that he didn’t need to apologise—that she didn’t mind them trying this new relationship. But of course, they have to make sure no one finds out.

And here the 'Shades' story begins

[ Thank you for reading all this! Now the little side note and rambling (sobbing on the floor) I don't think I actually succeeded at writing their friends to lovers trope in 'Darkness' I wasn't ever even going to post it and it shows. Well, anyway, I figured I'm rather more interested in writing adventure/action and seasoning it with romance than the other way around. That's what I'm trying to do better in 'Shades'. At the same time, now I have clearer understanding of how to deepen and write their relationship and again, it will all be covered in 'Shades' . You are very welcome to read 🤍]

#barely proofread pls if english is not englishing I'm so sorry #I literally don't have time for anything this month *screams*#should have done such post a while ago #thank you santa for questions #hear me out don't judge me by the 'darkness' story if you ever even saw it 🥲#they also kinda have a ship name #I'm just not sure if I prefer this short form or the full one so I used the full for title to be clear #another side note - mostly peaceful and calm because they were trying to survive after the last year #but now the adventures are back #MORE DRAMA #is coming #omilyn #amberlyn x ominis #hogwarts legacy mc #couple dynamics and some lore #hogwarts legacy #HL secret Santa

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partickleaccelerator · 10 days ago

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It’s wild to me how much hate on this place evolves from insecurity and jealousy. Like what do you mean you’re going to call someone out publicly. You’re mad cause they’re better than you? Get more attention than you? Don’t get me wrong, you’re allowed to be jealous and insecure, just don’t make it my fuckin problem, ya know?

#tickling #tickle #someone fuel the fire #more drama

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ayatxt · 1 year ago

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⟡ 🪁 ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

⟡ 🌂 ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

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fresherfriut · 6 days ago

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#MORE DRAMA

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djkerr · 9 days ago

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TGF Season 3 - What Trials and Tribulations Do the Characters Face This Season

🎥 @goodfight_cbs via Twitter/X

#the good fight #season 3 #robert king #michelle king #maia rindell #rose leslie #lucca quinn #cush jumbo #adrian boseman #delroy lindo #liz reddick #audra mcdonald #roland blum #michael sheen #more drama #writing #video #interviews

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777luckypunch · 10 months ago

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Kinda interested how the drama going to continue after we get the black bouquet one (the probability arupek will be main character in the next drama is kinda high)

Will we get the blue bouquet, that have klarkstella as the main character? (I know its kinda low since we didn't get the next drama cd preview in the blue bouquet)

Or will we go back to red bouquet, that will have Romarriche, and merold as the main star in the drama cd? (If this really happen, I love you sanrio).

If it was the least, sanrio can you please give us more insight in Merold and Romarriche relationship?, its just funny that the two kinda have a good relationship when they have clashing personality

#fragaria memories #fragmem #romarriche #merold #klarkstella #more drama #please please please

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ask-olive-huchers · 8 months ago

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Yo mod?? Is it okay if Zaria kind of like.. becomes the detective about the whole Olive situation? She kind of already started figuring it out, but it’s up to you if she ends up acting on it or not

((OMG YES!!! GO AHEAD :D ))

#MORE DRAMA #ooc

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darkwaveho · 1 year ago

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Going over the next main part for damage control and Alexei is going to be such an instigator when he sits down with Natasha and R 😂

I might leave it on a cliffhanger…don’t yell at me if I do lol

#more drama #more angst?#more secrets and lies? 🤫#damage control au

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hey-michael-young-history · 2 years ago

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Sexy Lawyer AU Part 2

🥳🥳

No longer banned. Got delicious fic for birthday. Got beautiful art that was denied to me for two days. I need an outlet for all of these good feelings. I’m not done but here’s more of that subscorp AU

Kuai Liang couldn’t remember the last time he slept in a bed.

It felt better than sleeping on the couch. He now understood why Bi-Han was determined to find a place where he could have his own room. Kuai Liang pushed himself off of the bed. He wasn’t at home. He checked his clothing but couldn’t find his phone.

Oh no.

He was in a hotel room. The hotel room of a man he had met only the night before, although that man was nowhere to be found. The sun was up. He had stayed in this room with that man he did not know.

Did anyone see him? Someone had to have seen him. And Bi-Han would find out. But he hadn’t done anything with him. Not really. They kissed, but he wasn’t sure how long. He got tired. The bed was just so comfortable and he was so tired. Hanzo had stopped when Kuai Liang yawned for the third time and insisted that they go to sleep. He decided to sleep on the couch and Kuai Liang could take the bed.

Remembering the previous night had brought a smile to Kuai Liang’s face but the reality of the day ahead had snatched it back. Today was not going to be good. He would be late to class. He wasn’t going to be able to make breakfast for Bi-Han. He had to find some way home.

He had to find his phone.

He pulled the sheets off the bed. Then the mattress from the frame. Not there. He searched on the couch and took it apart, carefully examining the small spaces.

The door opened and he turned immediately. Hanzo.

He looked at the sofa and the bed. “Did you lose something?”

“My phone.”

Hanzo reached into his pocket and took out the phone. “It was dying. I wanted to get a charger but it’s a bit… old. So I needed to show the charging port. I charged it for you. Would you like breakfast?”

Kuai Liang turned on the phone and his heart thumped in his ears when he saw that he had missed a call. And a simple text.

Where are you?

Naturally, Kuai Liang hadn’t answered and Bi-Han hadn’t called or texted again. He had never failed to answer. And now…

He closed his phone. “I need to get home.”

“Of course. Where do you live? We can get something for you on the way.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Your stomach says otherwise. It was growling all night.”

He’d just have to find some food at home. It was Friday, the day Bi-Han usually gave him more money. But he probably wasn’t home…

“I can’t. I used all of my food money.” Talking to Hanzo was too easy. No one was supposed to know that. He hadn’t meant to say that, he hadn’t even told Bi-Han yet. On Tuesday, he had fallen asleep in the library and missed some of his classes. When Bi-Han picked him up, he realized that he had left his backpack. He had to buy a new calculator and replace his notebooks.

His finals were coming up and all of his notes were gone. There was no way he could pass without those notes. Kuai Liang’s stomach tightened. Bi-Han was definitely unhappy about him not answering the phone. Now he had to ask for money and explain why he was going to fail his finals. And Bi-Han would want to know what he had done, where he had been.

“Kuai Liang.” Hanzo was in front of him and turning his face. “Have I done something to upset you?”

“No.” Hanzo didn’t owe him anything and most likely, he would never see him again. Kuai Liang didn’t even know where Bi-Han would be working. “I just can’t afford to buy any food.”

“Don’t worry about that.”

“I have no money for gas…”

Hanzo placed a hand on his shoulder. “I am not asking you for anything but to eat and tell me where you’d like me to take you.”

Hanzo was offering to feed him. And give him a ride. Those were two problems that he didn’t have to worry about. Relief rushed over him and before he could stop himself, he dove into Hanzo’s arms.

“Thank you, Hanzo. Thank you, thank you.”

Hanzo was patting his back now and Kuai Liang kissed him. It felt so natural.

“Would you like for me to drop you off at school?” Hanzo asked.

He meant to apologize for clinging but instead, he heard himself saying, “I can’t go to school today. I need to try to study. All of my notes are gone.”

“What happened to your notes?”

Kuai Liang explained as they checked out and got into Hanzo’s car. He didn’t say anything and when Kuai Liang finished telling him, he simply stared ahead. Even if Hanzo didn’t say anything, it felt so good to confess everything, to share the knowledge with someone else, even if he didn’t care.

“Perhaps someone in the library found it. Why don’t we go ask?”

Kuai Liang stared at him. It was no one’s fault but his own. He never bothered the librarians. He came in to study. That was all.

“We should ask,” Hanzo pressed. “Even if it simply rules out one place it could be.”

“What if they are angry?”

“They will not be angry,” Hanzo assured him.

They drove into the city and when they arrived at the campus library, Kuai Liang was staring out the window, still trying to accept the idea that he was going to bother someone for his mistakes.

“Come,” Hanzo said, exiting the car.

Kuai Liang folded his arms and turned away when Hanzo came around to his side.

“They will not be angry. And even if they are, you did nothing wrong,” he said, offering his hand.

Even if they are? He sank into his seat. If there was a chance that someone would be angry or think less of him, no matter how small, then they would. And now, either the librarians would be angry at him for bothering them or Hanzo would think less of him for not wanting to withstand their anger.

“No. I accept the consequences of my negligence.” He wouldn’t see Hanzo again after today. But he’d have to face the librarians or lose his sanctuary on campus. Imagining Hanzo’s disappointment constricted his chest, but he needed something in his life to remain stable. Once he returned home, Bi-Han might be disappointed as well. Or worse.

“Then I will retrieve your bag. I will return shortly.”

He closed the door and looked at Kuai Liang, fully aware of the annoyance he must have been showing. God, he looked terrified. What was he so afraid of? Hanzo’s eyes landed on the scar again and he couldn’t help but soften his expression.

He stood and straightened his clothes before walking to the campus library. Fortunately , this was an open campus, so he could walk right up. Of course, there was still security, so it helped that he still looked reasonably decent. He had the foresight to remove his clothes before he slept, unlike Kuai Liang, who pretty much fell asleep the instant he closed his eyes. His clothes were wrinkled but the man himself had looked so at peace in his sleep that Hanzo couldn’t help but admire.

He didn’t get much sleep and wasn’t pleased when he was awakened by Kuai Liang’s phone chirping.

Where are you?

A simple text that annoyed him. Greatly. Kuai Liang was not that much younger than his brother. Why was he being checked up on, held on such a short leash? He wondered… his brother, Bi-Han. He couldn’t be responsible for the scar, could he? Kuai Liang spoke of him so reverently. And they hadn’t been living together for very long. The scar was faded enough that he couldn’t have been the one.

The chirping began again and Hanzo turned his attention back to the phone. Now he was calling. Fantastic.

Hanzo turned the volume down to silent. Kuai Liang didn’t need to be kept under surveillance.

I don’t even know this man.

That was true, but this deep need to defend him was hard to argue with. What kind of brother could Bi-Han be if he was only calling now, the day after the party? His sheltered brother hadn’t returned home and he only thought to call and try to locate him the day after. Hanzo admitted that he let his annoyance and irritation get the best of him. He responded to Bi-Han’s text. Where you left me. Be home sometime today.

He regretted it as soon as he sent it. It would stop his brother from harassing him, certainly. And it was the first step in Kuai Liang standing up for himself. But he didn’t want Kuai Liang seeing it before they had a chance to speak.

So Hanzo deleted it and marked Bi-Han’s text as unread.

This wasn’t deception. Kuai Liang needed peace. If he saw that his brother had stopped texting, he’d be able to relax.

“Can I help you, sir?”

Hanzo looked down at the desk he was in front of. A young woman with a bright smile was watching him eagerly. Student, definitely. Work study assignment, from the notes and textbooks splayed out on the desk behind her.

“Yes. A friend of mine misplaced his bag the other day.”

January 11th, 2022 10:38pm

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