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[weirdthoughtsandideas]

Shenanigans at the pride parade

This oneshot I wrote for today is based on a little comic that I drew a year ago. Those of you who remember the comic might be familiar of the events in this story.

Read on ao3 or under the cut.

“Do we have everything with us?” Francesca asked.

“We got everything in my bag!” Violetta assured her. “Except for a change of clothes, cause it wouldn’t fit.”

“Aw, but if we don’t pack extra clothes it might be this specific time that we’re gonna need it.”

“Ok, but… it’s just a 10 minute walk, isn’t it? Worst case scenario, we have to go home and change.”

“True…” Francesca then turned to the kids. “Are you ready to go?”

“Weady, mama!” Carolina exclaimed. “Wook, I wew a wainbow!”

The three year old happily showed her little crooked rainbow she drew with markers on her arm. 

“That is very nice, dear.”

“Do we need a stroller?” Violetta asked.

“Hmm… it takes up a lot of space,” Francesca said.

“It does. Wait, I got a better idea!”

She picked up their son Oliver, who recently had turned 1, and put him on her shoulders. Oliver giggled at being so high up. 

“I wanna be up too, mami!” Carolina exclaimed.

“I can put you on my shoulders!” Francesca said, picking her up. 

“Now we’re just waiting for the four year old,” Violetta said.

“I’m almost five!” Elina shouted, running up to them. 

“Yes, you’re a big girl. We’re going now.”

“And I’m saying this now to you, girls,” Francesca said. “There’s gonna be a lot of people there, so I want you to stay close to us, ok?” She looked especially at her oldest daughter.

“Pwomise!” Carolina exclaimed.

“I promise,” Elina said, “But aren’t you gonna say that to Oliver, too?”

“Oliver is just a baby, and I will hold him all the time,” Violetta explained. “He can’t escape even if he wants to!”

“We need to go, chop chop!” Ludmila said, clapping her hands. 

“We want our child back, Cami!” Naty called.

Camila came out, smiling. “I have a surprise!”

She moved aside, to show Ludmila and Naty’s daughter Stella toddle up in a rainbow dress and flowers in her hair. Along with Stella was Camila’s kid Kim, who wore rainbow overalls, but also had flowers in their hair.

“I’m dying!” Ludmila exclaimed, almost forming tears. “Naty, get the camera!”

“Mama, what’s a pride parade anyway?” Kim asked.

“It’s a parade where we walk around with rainbows. We’re showing that people, and families can look different and that we have a right to exist!”

“Yes, did you know, a lot of years ago, two moms were not allowed?” Naty asked. “We’re celebrating that we can now, and showing people that it’s okay!”

“I weaw a wainbow!” Stella exclaimed, jumping.

“Yes, you’re so cute, darling.”

Maxi and Andres were nervous. This was the first time they were gonna go out on an event with their twins.

Their twin boys, Tommy and Daniel, were just six months old and their dads had dressed them up for the occasion. They had now put them in baby carriers as they finished their own outfits.

“Is this rainbow tie too much?” Andres asked. 

“Of course not! You look so classy!”

“I hope the boys won’t think I’m embarrassing…”

Maxi chuckled. “Andres… if they still poop their pants on the regular without a care, they don’t have the ability to feel embarrassment for you over anything.”

“You’re right. Also, speaking of that, I think I forgot the diaper bag!”

“Andres, we’re home, and I’m holding it. It’s gonna be fine.”

“They’re gonna be the fanciest babies there!”

“Yep!”

“She’s gonna be the fanciest baby there!” Yam exclaimed, holding up Charlie. She had sewn a special suit for her. 

“I don’t know if she’s much of a baby now when she’s 2,” Jim said. 

“Both she and Lola are babies!”

“I’m not a baby!” Lola yelled. “I’m four!” To prove her point, she held up four fingers. 

“By the way, Loli, I need to write on your arm,” Jim said, grabbing a marker.

“Are you gonna write something fun?”

“I’m gonna write our phone number.”

“Why?”

“In case you disappear from us. There’s a big crowd.”

“If you get away from us, please find an adult,” Yam chimed in, “Preferably someone with kids. They can see the number on your arm, and call us.”

“Okay…”

As Violetta and Francesca arrived with their kids, they tried to immediately find their friends.

“Cami said she’d be here somewhere…” Francesca said, checking her phone.

“Mami, I don’t want you holding my hand,” Elina said.

“I have to hold your hand so that you don’t disappear,” Violetta said.

“But I won’t! Mamiiiiiiii!”

“Wait a little bit, Elina. We need to find Camila first.”

“Girls!” someone exclaimed. Francesca and Violetta looked up. Camila was waving from afar. 

They went up to her. 

“Hi!” Violetta said, “Oh, you look great!”

“And me?” Kim asked, holding their mom’s hand.

“Yes, you look really good too!”

“Does your mom force you to hold her hand, too?” Elina asked Kim.

“I want to hold mama’s hand!” Kim answered with a grin. 

“Look at Oliver!” Camila said, “Oh, he’s so cute!” She tickled his chin. “Are you cute? Are you up on your mommy’s shoulders?”

Oliver giggled and cooed at her. 

“Hey, if anyone’s kid is the cutest, it’s ours!” Ludmila yelled, announcing her presence by saying that.

Everyone turned to her and Naty. Ludmila was proudly holding up three year old Stella. 

“Aww, look at her dress!” Francesca said.

“I made it,” Camila said with a wink.

“I WEW A WAINBOW ON MY AWM!” Carolina screamed, proudly holding up her arm.

“Yes, she drew a rainbow on her arm,” Francesca translated, if anyone couldn’t hear the toddler-speak. 

“That’s a nice rainbow!” Naty said, “You’re an artist, Carolina!”

“Hello!” Maxi called. Him and Andres walked up to them, their twins in baby carriers. 

“OH MY GOD!” Camila gasped. “Noo! Ok, you two won the baby pride outfits!”

“No, I won!” Kim pouted, stomping their foot on the ground.

“You’re not a baby, dear.”

“They look so peaceful in their baby carriers!” Violetta said. 

In the middle of the adults talking, Elina took this as an opportunity to let go of her mother’s hand. She then slowly walked backwards, hoping no one would see her.

“Woah, so many people here!” Lola exclaimed excitedly.

“That’s why you need to be close to us at all times,” Jim reminded her. 

“Tell Charlie that!”

Yam, who was carrying Charlie, put her down on the ground. Immediately, Charlie started whimpering and put her hands up, wanting to be held again. Yam picked her up again. “See, I don’t think we need to worry about your sister.”

“I wanna walk around!” Lola pouted.

“We are,” Jim assured her. “Just hold my hand, and we’re gonna go around.”

“I don’t wanna hold your hand!”

“Okay… but stand next to me.”

They walked around for a bit, looking at the other people there. There was a lot of cheering, a lot of rainbows and a lot of fun outfits. Lola was mesmerized by all of the outfits she saw people wear.

“Mama, can you make me that? And that too?”

“Of course, dear.”

Lola jumped up and down in excitement.

“She’s gonna fall asleep on the way home from all the energy she released today,” Jim told Yam discreetly. Yam nodded. 

“Hey, is that Luna?” Yam asked, pointing at someone further away.

“I think it is!”

As her moms were busy looking for their friend, Lola saw this as a perfect opportunity to run off.

“Wait, no…” Jim said. “That’s not Luna. But it really did look like her from behind!”

“It really did!”

“Now…” Jim looked around. “Lola?”

Yam turned to her. “Jimena, where’s our child?”

“She was… right here!”

They looked at each other worryingly.

Lola felt like she was as fast as Rainbow Dash - she had been seeing an old show called Friendship is Magic and there was a pegasus there named Rainbow Dash. Maybe if she ran fast enough she’d become her.

But she didn’t feel like a pony. She felt like a lion. A lion running fast.

Suddenly, and without warning, she crashed into someone. Another girl, around her age.

The two looked at each other for a moment. Lola was lying on top of her. They catched their breaths for a moment, before Lola came back to reality.

“I’m a lion!” she roared.

“Oh!” the girl replied. “I’m a cheetah!”

The two stood up and started to make animal sounds at each other. 

“I’m gonna get you!” Lola growled, while grinning.

“No, because I’m a cheetah and so I’m really fast!” 

“Rawr! We’ll see about that!”

Lola was about to jump on her, when someone grabbed her by her armpits.

“No running away!” Jim scolded her. “I’m gonna carry you for the rest of the day if you keep this up!”

At the same time, the other girl’s mother grabbed her hand.

“I told you to hold my hand!” Violetta muttered. 

“But-” the girl said.

“No buts, Elina. You’re coming with me.”

Elina. What a nice name, thought Lola.

Jim carried Lola away, as Violetta dragged away Elina.

But the two girls, like Kovu and Kiara in The Lion King 2, looked at each other as their parents got them further away from each other. Only that, instead of scaredly saying “goodbye”, they just smirked and stuck their tongue out at each other.

Lola hoped she’d meet Elina again.

Elina hoped the same. 

Their separate mothers considered putting leashes on them.

[mobiusstripper]

Wew I FINALLY finished Leviathan Falls after rotting on the library waiting list for months, and I feel like I have to take a minute to voice how utterly delighted I was with the way the authors wrote Tanaka.

It was sincerely refreshing to see a villain treated with such complexity and nevertheless allowed to be just...a total irredeemable piece of shit. She had the sob story backstory, she went through it in the present day plot, she even did the thing fans always joke about characters like her needing to do and went to therapy. She got a mirror held up to her from every angle, had every opportunity to rethink her life, and she stayed a straight nasty bitch, right to the bitter end.

Thank you, James S.A. Corey. From the bottom of my bastard-loving heart.

[venusiangguk]

Omygod stella this is so worth the wait!! Wait actually im sad oc did not hook up with Mr. Seojun like they have so much chemistry?? And he’s freaking charming too!!

Finally jk got his head out of his a$$ and got oc back! Think with this chapter we understand the depth of oc’s pain and insecurities.

Loved the smexy time as usual! Though shiz i was aching it to be fast and rough wew 🤭

and also lidol Nari remembers oc and she still has the narwhal made me tear up. Nari best girl!! Thank you for gifting us this chapter in the new year!! ❤️ btw will this be the last instalment for tao?

as charming as mr seojoon is he has more relationship commitment issues than jaykay !! my man does not want to settle down, he is a career baddie and maybe a bit of a slut !!

yeah its going to make a bit of time for oc to start feeling Really secure with jk again, but he truly is doing his best to mend everything !! i have faith in him!!

they went kinda fast at the very end... at least that's how i pictured it, i hope the way i wrote it wasn't confusing 😭

nari #1 baby for sure... thank u so much for readinggggg i love u <3

[ladyazulina]

Weekly Update August 14th - August 19th

If you need a way to know that I am NOT okay, that is if I stop doing something that I previously said I enjoy.

Like my daily updates.

I didn't really stop writing (though if I see what I did on one of these days, I won't really call it writing), I just stopped coming. I didn't have enough energy.

I was starting to feel better yesterday or the day before, but still didn't have enough space in my head to come to sit to write this. So I'm thankful for whatever was the moment in which I thought about doing a weekly update instead.

August 14th

So on this glamorous day, it seems like I was focused on my Patreon.

Worked in: Microstory. Words written: 12.

Worked in: Patreon | About me. Words written: 196.

Worked in: Something personal for my personal Instagram. Words written: 295.

I gave it a makeover and I feel better about it, but I won't start posting things there unless I have patrons. I have a lot of things, so I'm not really sure how I would make it work during the first month or so, but I suppose I will only ask to know from where the patron is coming from (which story is the one of their interest) to start with that and then go with the rest.

I will cross that bridge when I get there, I guess.

August 15th

I got back to work there! Even one day leaving the outline on the side feels awful, I tell you. I can have all the rights to rest and everything, but I did the compromise with myself, those are the ones that hit worse when you fail.

Worked in: AngelDemon. Words written: 1.378.

I also started thinking about making a few changes to my personal campaign to post it on Wattpad and Inkspired, but either way, I wrote some things about half the main characters there.

Worked in: Iron Valley (Personal’s Campaign). Words written: 341.

August 16th

This is the day I was talking about. I finally received an ARC copy to work with (was supposed to arrive earlier this month) so all the words on this day were about revisions.

Worked in: ARC Revision. Words written: 360.

August 17th

Worked in: ARC Revision. Words written: 133.

Oh! I remembered another reason why it was so hard to get to writing the outline... I was on my own. I haven't finished revising the old work yet, but the chapters weren't being useful, so I had to... continue on my own. And I suppose it was kind of stressing me.

Worked in: AngelDemon. Words written: 881.

August 18th

This was one of the most productive days so far... and it was kinda because we were without Internet for a while... so I just... distracted myself... writing more.

Worked in: ARC Revision. Words written: 97.

I finally convinced myself to post what I wrote for Instagram days prior, and I added a few words more.

Worked in: Something personal for my personal Instagram. Words written: 21.

Worked in: AngelDemon. Words written: 997.

I'm not complaining, I had lots of fun with

Worked in: Iron Valley (Linney’s Campaign). Words written: 1.420.

But no, I haven't finished the fricking third tick yet! Which is okay, I'm taking advantage of the situation, having loooooots of fun with my favorite characters so far.

August 19th

And today (wew, why does this makes me feel like I passed the whole day trying to... finish it?).

I feel content. I think I'm better, but I know it's not real because my physical state hasn't improved nor even a tiny bit. My ankle is hurting more and I believe my hearing is suffering from the lack of use of the hearing aids, so my headaches are exhausting me and draining the little energy I have.

Even so, though!

Maybe I am really strong, huh?

So I wrote to a dear friend I haven't talked to in a while.

Worked in: PenPal. Words written: 559.

I continued with the ARC reading (I'm more consistent with this than with everything else in my life, I swear).

Worked in: ARC Revision. Words written: 40.

And of course, let's not forget the current goal. I just finished Chapter 17 and I'm feeling the end getting closer.

Worked in: AngelDemon. Words written: 1.075.

And that's all! If we forget this very long post, of course.

In all those days I was over my higher daily word count, so it's a win (even if not, any writing would have been a win).

So, to finish:

In total I wrote 7.805 words.

Everything is going so slow it literally took me an hour to get here, gosh...

Tagging: @aziz-reads

[oneinathousand]

I’m re-reading a crappy Super Smash Brothers fanfic I wrote way back when I was 11 and I thought I’d share some of my favorite out-of-context lines from it, but I’ll say that it’s basically about Mario angsting over Luigi’s death from a battle with a bunch of Nintendo villains, except - spoiler alert - Luigi didn’t die but instead got some darkness-based superpowers and may or may not have become evil. It was basically a horrible mashup of SSB, Super Paper Mario, and Kingdom Hearts. 

Below are the lines as originally written, spelling/grammar/paragraph structure mistakes and all:

I turned around and saw the balls dissapeared and a mysterious figure wearing a black coat stood not far from me. I think he was excactly the same size as Luigi. "Who-who are you?!" I asked. He-or she, I'll call it ?- didn't answer. (I thought I was being so subtle with that foreshadowing...)

Dreamland... I knew I could find King DeDe here unless he knew I was coming and ran off. I saw Kirby nearby, I wondered if he knew where King WeWe is. Kirby groaned when he saw me. "Whatever Kirby, is King WeWe still around?" I asked. "Ha! Ha! WeWe! I know you mean King DeDe. I was going to interagatte him now. I'll take you there." Kirby volunteered. (I consistently spelled King Dedede’s name as DeDe the entire time)

To our suprise, ? slowly rose from the ground! "Looks like you've figured me out, but can you figure out who I am?" ? asked.

He (Layton) placed me into it, strapped my arms onto the armrests and strapped by feet to the ground. I was stuck! "Mama Mia! I don't like it already! Get me outta here!" I whined. "Quiet!" Layton instructed. Then he slapped me real hard saying, "Pull yourself together man!" He slapped me constantly. I think he was trying to teach me to get a grip on reality. But it hurt so much I thought I died and went to you know where. (My friend in school at the time was a big Professor Layton fan, so I put him in my fic as a tribute, but I didn’t bother doing much research, so Professor Layton in this story is kind of a maniac)

"I know who you are too! You're none other then... Robert DeNiro!" Layton gasped, dramatically pointing at him. "Wait, What?" ? asked even more shocked. "I'm such a huge fan of your movies!" I scueeled. "If I'm Robert DeNiro then how can I create a black hole and vanish in thin air?" DeNiro asked. "I know! You've been taking magic classes for you're next role!" Layton suggested. "I thought you are a proffesor with a masters degree." DeNiro insulted. "So you're not Robert DeNiro?" I asked blushing. "No I'm not you ding dong! Now if I were you I'd run like a bunch of cowards. I have buisness, Ciao!" He called out while vanishing.

"I am your enemy!" Luigi announced to Crazy. "Fine! You're nothing but a weakling. I'll have you kissing my thumb in less then a minute!" Crazy taunted.

Not far from us there was a humongous castle that nearly blended in with the scenery. "I can tell this is Crazy's castle." Sonic said. "Really? How can you tell? I asked. "Because he wrote his name on that tower over there." Sonic explained.

We couldn't hear Crazy Hand breathing, and he wasn't moving either. "Come on Crazy, get uq so we can finish this." Link coaxed. No answer. I was starting to worry. "You taking a nap?" Mr. Game and Watch asked. Still nothing. "Crazy?" Snake asked. "Do you think?" Peach asked. Then Crazy slowly disintergrated untill he was just a pile of ashes. He killed himself from laughter. (Some parts of this fic were meant to be humorous, but this one was meant to be taken seriously)

"Alright, now for Puzzle 002: What is my niece's name?" Crazy asked. Neice? Crazy and Master don't have any relitaves. "Hey! You're just pretending!" Peach pointed out. "Oh, really? You've got 1 minute." Crazy cackled. "The Sparkly Mittin!" R.O.B. spat out. "Correct!" Crazy gasped. Sucker. As we were walking I asked R.O.B, "How did you know Crazy had a neice?" "She and I were classmates in my freshman year." R.O.B. explained.

By no means do I claim that I managed to write an amazingly so-bad-it’s-good fanfiction on par with My Immortal and My Inner Life, especially since I rushed through writing it so much back then that it isn’t very long at all, but it does give a glimpse into the mind of an eleven-year-old with a strange sense of humor. 

If you’d like to read it in full, though, you can find it here. 

[dukeofishgard]

A short story I wrote, showcasing a side of Duke that’s rarely seen by anyone (let alone in day to day rp, and in fact I don’t think has ever really shown up in roleplay aside from a few near brushes.) Duke, for what it is worth, is not at all a lawful good character. He’s more of a chaotic good who lives by his own principles and morality. Having lived as long as he has, he’s fully convinced that the law sometimes does not help, and really can just hinder justice. As he cannot die, and thus has very little fear of the law for himself- he has no issue putting down those who disrupt society, so long as he deems the crime sufficient enough (he’s not about to kill a petty thief.) I wanted to show the side of him that comes out when he completely loses it- and showcase how uh... I guess dark he can get despite being an incredibly kind and loving person. It’s happened a few times over the course of his thousand year life, and usually when he’s lost someone he cares about.

That being said, TW for blood, violence, death. Story below the cut!

They found him in the afternoon, as the sun hit it’s peak above Coerthas allowing the young boy to see the flash of red amongst the grassy hills- a single broken and blood-streaked hand arising as if in greeting.

“Papa! Papa, there’s a man here! Hurry! Hurry!” “Calm down, Theo. A man? Whe-” the father paused just as he came up behind the rock- one hand going up protectively to push against his son’s chest to prevent him from going any further, “You stay back, Theo. Go and get the first aid from the chocobo…” The boy cocked his head at his father’s grim expression curiously before nodding slowly, and climbing  back down to retrieve what little bandages and necessities they had on hand for emergencies. As soon as he was out of sight, the man took a deep breath- carefully pushing himself up and over the rock, cautiously moving closer to what could only be a dead man laying amongst the grass.

And yet…

“H...Hel. Hello…. Th.ere…” the voice that came from the dead man’s chest was hoarse, and as he spoke, bubbles of blood popped at the corners of his lips as he offered a weak smile. Somehow, despite the deep wound in his stomach that exposed much of his innards and the cracked skin of his lips indicating a severe lack of hydration, the man yet lived- his red eyes still sparkling with life as he stared up. Though his silver hair stuck to his face with sweat- dirty and tangled- his skin tight against his face like a corpse- he somehow looked as alive as any.

“Ser… what in the seven hells happened to you?” The father was in disbelief over the sight before him, surely no man could survive a wound of such magnitude- and certainly not long once dehydration hit.

The man glanced down- looking almost shockingly bored- and then shrugged, “A fi.ght…b.andits….don’t- worr...y. Sent them….off lo.oking wor...se than I. Bu.t. I seem… to be needing… some hel..p.”

“Papa, papa! I’m back-”

The man smiled warmly at the father, “B.est. Not to let. The young…. One… see me, hm?” he asked, “If. you… leave. me … the bandag.es… can ta.ke… care of… my.self…”

“Just a moment Theo-” The father stared at the man, contemplating his words. Even with bandages and first aid, a man in such a condition would die easily from exposure. How you’re not dead yet is already a miracle of the Twelve, he thought- gazing down at the seemingly impossible man before him. With a sigh, he shook his head, “Ser, pardon me- but if we leave you here- you’re liable to head to Halone’s halls overnight. I can’t have that on my conscience and neither will my boy. Let me patch you up as best I can, and you can come stay with my family until you’re better to travel.”

The man blinked- opening his mouth to reply just as a cough overtook him, which slowly turned to a chuckle, “We.ll. Alrigh..t.. If you. Insist.”

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It took them only a bell to get him bandaged up enough for travel- and up on the chocobo to make the trek back to their small home- a cottage nestled away in the Coerthas Highlands- warm and inviting with the mother waiting on the porch for them to return.

“Mama! Mama!” the boy ran forward- leaving the father with the chocobo lead as he jumped into his mother’s arms, “We found a man! He’s really hurt-”

“Hilde- get a bed ready- and get a poultice started. He’s got a deep gash in his chest- likely infected considering he said he was out in the wild for a few days at best. I’ll work what I can on him, see if I can get it closed up. Says he’s hungry too- best to make him a thin gruel to start off with. Don’t need him puking up all over the place if suddenly his body gets heated.”

The mother blinked rapidly at the sudden information dump, but nodded firmly as she hugged her son tightly, smiling as she watched her husband unload the injured man, “Well. You boys certainly know how to make an entrance,” she said, “Theo, come with me- let your father tend to the man. You can help me with the poultice and start dinner for us all.”

They left- leaving the father shouldering the impossible man who chuckled, “Lov...ely famil.y… you’v...e got,” he murmured, “V.ery… s.orry… for inconveniencing… your night…”

“S’not any trouble at all, ser. Got to take care of each other out here, don’t we? And those bandits can be right tricky bastards and if you said you took care of ‘em at expense of your own life- well. That means keeping my family safe as well, so taking you in is the least we can do.”

A bed had been quickly thrown together in front of the fire- and it was there the father carefully set down the man- who let out a sigh of relief as the flickering flames of the fire hit his skin, “Th..ank you,” he said softly, “You- nee,dn’t.. Worry so much… of th.e wounds… simpl.y… stitch up… and… bo..dy… wil..l do rest.”

“Ser, it’s likely infec-”

“I kn...ow…” the man looked at him- and suddenly the brilliant red eyes had taken on a somber glean- and a smile filled with sorrow made the father take a step back, “Bu..t. Tru..st me. I. sha...ll. Sur.vive. I’v..e. Survived. M...uch. Wor.se.”

“...Beg your pardon,” the father knelt down beside the bed, peeling back the makeshift bandages they had made before, “But may I ask who you are?”

It was quiet for a moment, only the sound of crackling firewood and the mother and son bustling in the kitchen filled the room.

“M.e..?” the man’s voice was quiet, though his lips quirked up in an amused smile now, “Mo..st… call m...e. The… Du...ke. The. Gho...st. of… Ishg...ard…”

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True to the man’s words, it did not take long for him to heal to an appreciable state. Within a few days, he was sitting up on his own- face no longer flushed with fever- lips no longer dry and cracked with death. He only needed a day for his voice to grow strong- and the young boy found him fascinating- only leaving his side when his parents demanded he be given space to rest.

At night, when the son went to bed, the father would come to check on his wounds- changing his bandages and speaking with him quietly as the mother sat in her chair- trying her best to mend the man’s clothing.

“You’re… truly the Duke of Ishgard, then?” the father asked one night, “We’ve heard stories… being close to Ishgard and all. And… after seeing well-” he gestured down at the wound that held no traces of inflammation, “Your rather miraculous recovery…”

“Tis true, though I do hope you’ve heard the better stories about me,” he smiled at him- red eyes sparkling in the light of the fire, “I assure you, the more morbid or monstrous stories about me are simply hyperbole. Created out of boredom or misunderstanding. I am what I am, and unfortunately that is a cursed life… but I do my best. With an infinite life, I simply wish to help others live more comfortably. Which speaking of…”

The father shook his head, laughing a bit, “No ser, you ask me every night, but we don’t need you spoiling us. If you’ll help our Theo get better schooling… well, that’s alright. But we can’t ask for more than that. We just did what was right. Immortal or not, you deserve someone to tend to your wounds- not die out in the wild like an animal over and over again.”

The Duke chuckled, nodding his head, “Well… you shall have to pardon me asking you yet again tomorrow night and the night after. Your family has done much for this old man, and tis a good family you’ve got. I only hope you remain happy and healthy.”

“Well, you certainly bring a smile to Theo’s face,” the mother said from her chair, “He’s always ever so eager to hear your stories- and I do thank you very much for sanitizing them a bit for the boy. He’s much too young to hear the full details of the War.”

“Of course, miss. War is not a boy’s game, and I’d much rather he not hear any of it all… but I do understand his curiosity. My daughter was much the same… she- she always enjoyed hearing my tales of the war. My son was much more shy, though he did end up following in my footsteps. Tis been a long time since I’ve had someone so enraptured in my stories! Most simply get bored…”

The father chuckled as he put down the last new fresh bandage, “Well, you are more than welcome to use him as an audience for as long as you like. You’re welcome here anytime, ser. It would be our pleasure.”

The Duke smiled- sadness crossing his face as he turned to gaze into the fire, “Well… I do think I must be taking my leave soon. I was on my way to… take care of something when I was waylaid. I shan’t trouble you all for much longer…”

The father placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, “Ser, I did say you were welcome here at anytime. Whether you come or go, you shall always have a place at our table.”

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He left on a warm afternoon, waving at them with a bright smile- before Theo ran forward- wrapping his arms tightly around him- sobbing, “Please come back, soon! Please, Duke! Will you? Will you? Please promise!” The Duke stared down at him- red eyes wide with sudden concern before his face softened and he knelt down- wiping at the boy’s face, “Theo, I promise as soon as I am finished with my business, I shall be back posthaste. Until then, you take care of your mother and father, yes?” he lifted a hand up to pat the boy’s head who smiled at him.

“Yes ser! I’ll do my best!”

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He returned in the dusk- the sun’s rays setting down across the cabin, a month later. Exhaustion wracked his body, but as he came up to the small cottage- the familiar lit candle in the window- he was filled with a warm energy as he came up to the door.

But as he came forward- he was suddenly filled with an icy dread- the door was open. Just inside he could see a single foot- blood not yet dried pooling around the boot.

Despair began to bubble up inside him, and he forced himself to push it down- his expression going blank as he moved to the side of the door- listening carefully.

“Ha! That was easy, ain’t it? Stupid fools didn’t put up much o’ a fight!”

“O’ bu’ that women sure screeeaaaaamed. Heh, heh… fer such a small li’l family they sure go’ some perdy nice belongin’s. Nice lil savings!”

“We’ll be able to retire now!”

None of them heard the man slide into the room, not until the first knife was thrown- landing straight inside one of the bandit’s skulls- leading him to drop down where he stood, blood oozing out of from the corners of the knife’s edge.

“Who the feck-”

The other turned, immediately drawing their weapons as they stared at the man clad in red before them.

“My apologies,” he said, holding another knife in his hands and looking at his reflection idly inside it, “I heard rats infesting this house and as any good samaritan, felt the need to exterminate such pests.”

He avoided looking down at his feet, where the father lay in a pool of blood- though his eyes searched in vain for any sign of the mother and son.

“Ye lil- lookie here- ye feckin noble bastard- ye coulda just minded yer own bidness, but now yer just gonna get yerself killed!” The bandit paused, snickering slightly, “Those clothes of yers look miiighty fetchin’.”

The man glanced down at his coat, a finger brushing at the intricate brocade, “Correct. I am glad you have an eye for fashion-” he paused, before a slow smile graced his face, “And I am proud that such fine detail work will be the last thing you see.”

In an instant, the man had crossed the room, shoving the bandit up against the wall- driving the dagger through one of his eyes- not even blinking as blood burst from the wound- covering his own face, dripping down his cheeks and lips. Instead he simply wrenched the knife free from the screaming man’s eye, using his thumb up caress the bleeding wound, “I am quite sorry… but I can’t bear to see a grown man sob and babble,” he said before flipping the knife in his hand and jamming it into the man’s throat as deep as he could before wrenching it across the skin and tendons as casually as though he were slicing a loaf of bread.  

Blood burst forth as though a geyser had erupted- coating the mans face and upper body, though he paid no attention even as his cravat slowly became stained with crimson. He held the bandits body closely- keeping him shoved against the wall as he leaned forward so close his lips brushed against the other man’s bloodied face- his mouth gasping for speech as his throat gurgled from it’s wound, “There, much better… you may have enjoyed the screams of the innocents you killed, but I don’t believe you deserve the decency of expressing the pain you’re currently experiencing.”

The bandit stared up at him with his one remaining eye that was slowly losing focus, mouth gaping like a fish as the man slowly dropped him to the floor. He turned then, eyes falling upon the third bandit who had fallen to the floor- fear in his eyes and unable to move in the midst of the bloodlust emanating from the man clad in red. Beside him, now he could see the body of the mother- her clothes mussed- face down with blood staining her hair.

The Duke knelt down in front of the bandit, balancing lightly on the front of his feet as he smiled at the bandit, “Hello. You seem to have relieved yourself-” he pointed at the wet patch on the front of the bandit’s trousers, “Are you afraid?”

“G-Get back…. Get back!” the bandit attempted to scurry backwards, sliding his butt across the wooden floor until he hit the corpse of the woman, “Stay back! I-I’m warnin’ you!”

He tilted his head, seemingly unphased even as blood dripped across his lips, “Is that what they said?” he whispered, moving forward, “Did they ask you to stay back? To get out? To leave them be?”

The bandit whimpered as he moved closer, “P-Please…”

The Duke sprung forward, grabbing the man’s hair, wrenching his head back, “DID THEY ASK YOU? DID THEY BEG?”

“Y-Yes!” The bandit burst into tears, “Yes! Yes! They b-begged! I’m sorry! Please! I’m sorry!”

The man paused, releasing his hold only slightly, bringing a hand up to gently touch the bandit’s face, “Oh… you’re sorry…” he said softly, smearing blood across his cheek, “You’re sorry…”

The bandit shivered as he touched him, but his hand fell to the ground, moving to try and find the dagger he had dropped to the floor, “I-I know who you are…” he whispered, “Y-You’re the Duke- the Cursed Duke of Ishgard… y-you… they say you’re… you’re a forgiving man....”

“Do they?” The Duke replied, his voice taking on a dreamy tone, “Do they say that? Do they say that great cursed Monster of Ishgard is forgiving?”

“Y-Yeah! T-That you’re a merciful man…” his hands finally found the wooden handle of the dagger, fingers wrapping around it carefully, “T-That you… you give… those who- who’re sorry… a second… second chance…”

“That right… is that what the rumors are now?” The Duke asked, still gently caressing the man’s face, “That I forgive?”

“Yeees…” the man whined out, gripping the dagger tightly, “So p-please ser…. Forgive! Me!”

He brought the dagger up- plunging it into the Duke’s shoulder….

But the man didn’t move.

He didn’t flinch. He didn’t release his grip on the bandit and wince in pain and worry.

He slowly turned his face, staring down at the dagger coming out of his flesh with a dull expression. The bandit looked between the dagger and the man horrified, beginning to shake in fear once more.

Keeping one hand grasped in the bandit’s hair, he took his other- pulling the dagger out with one swift movement- staring at his with a calm expression even as his own blood dripped off it and onto the bandit’s face.

“Forgiveness…” he said softly, turning back to the bandit, “Lad.... I am going to give you a very poignant lesson… one I hope you remember in your next life should you be given one…”

He leaned in closely- lips once more brushing against the other man’s skin, as soft as though they were lovers whispering to one another, “Rumors are just that… rumors. And some rumors are based in lies and hearsay… or are the truth blown to absurdity. I am not a merciful man, nor am I forgiving man. I am simply a damaged man barely keeping it together. The rumors surrounding me are both lies and truths, and can be so hard to tell what is real and not,” he pulled back, smiling at him serenely, “It is not my job to dole out mercy to those who’ve sinned… I simply allow you to beg for forgiveness from those better equipped at the end of your pathetic existence. That… is the sort of man I am. A pity you won’t be alive to correct such rumors of mercy.”

He flipped the dagger around, moving his other hand to the man’s jaw and squeezing hard- not even flinching as he heard the bones begin to crack and splinter beneath his grasp- his head began to buzz loudly- drowning out the man’s screams. Wordlessly, he brought the knife down- burying it into the man’s skull, not at all phased as blood spurted out and the man began to jerk beneath him. After a moment he took it out again, staring down at the broken man’s face before a surge of anger filled him- both hands moving to clutch the dagger as he began to furiously hack at the man’s face, blood and bits of flesh coating his gloves- his face- as he screamed until his voice was hoarse- his own throat coated in blood.

No other sounds could be heard by him in his grief, only the sound of his blood pumping in his skull, the sick sound of the knife grinding into what was left of the man’s face as he felt his sanity slowly shriveling as the bandit’s face began to turn to nothing more than raw meat beneath his fingers.

And then suddenly, amidst the pounding in his head- he heard it. A small, tear-streaked voice.

“D-Duke… Duke…”

The knife fell from his hands instantly, eyes wide as he turned to find the owner- the son standing amidst the carnage.

“D-Duke… I’m sorry…. I’m sorry…” he was sobbing, looking suddenly every bit the frail young boy he was, “Y-You told me, to take care of m-my parents… and-and I- I ran away… I h-hid…”

The Duke sat there dumbly, covered in blood and staring at the sobbing child before his mind slowly began to click into place- crawling over the bodies to take him into his arms, “Theo… Theo- no, no… son, you did the right thing. You- you saved yourself… and that is- that is-” he let out a choked sob, clutching the boy against his body, “You saved yourself… it is- your parents… would be so happy… that you are safe…”

The two sat there, clutching one another amidst the bloodied site as the world turned dark around them.

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“Ser…”

“I told you, simply call me Duke, Theo. You did before, you hardly need to start with the honorifics now, lad!”

Theo frowned, glancing up at him curiously before nodding, “A-Alright, Duke. But… why are we going to Ishgard exactly? A-And why to your House?” he looked down at the ground, kicking a rock ahead of them, “You could have….- an orphanage or something…”

“I’ve the means to take care of you myself- well… my House does. I hardly go there myself these days, but you needn’t worry- you’ll be in good hands. And I’ll- I’ll check up on you occasionally… besides…” he paused, before kneeling down in front of the boy- holding his shoulders firmly, “I promised your parents I would make sure you got proper schooling… for the kindness they showed me… and I-” he swallowed hard, eyes closing as he tried to continue, “I couldn’t- save them… Theo. But you’re alive and- and that is- is a miracle. And I shall not let their sacrifice be in vain.”

“I…” Theo frowned, but nodded slowly, “A-Alright… if you say so. And you’ll visit? Right…?”

He nodded, standing up and offering his hand to the boy, “Yes, of course,” he gave him a wink, “Need to make sure you’re following your studies.”

“Grandpapa! You came to visit!!” A cloaked girl suddenly came running down from the steps of the Estate- barrelling straight into Duke’s side with a giggle, “Grandpapa! Grandpapa!”

“Ha-Hatsu…! Hatsu! What have I told you about rushing him! Be gentle!” A similarly cloaked woman came soon after the girl, smiling warmly at the duke beneath the veil covering her face, “Grandfather… tis a pleasure to see you- and so soon. Am I to guess this is the boy?”

Duke nodded, smiling down at the girl and offering a tweak of her nose, before looking back to the woman, “Yes. This is Theo- he is to be treated as any family, he’s about Hatsu’s age… so should get along well, yes?” he knelt down, smiling still, “Hatsu… Theo’s been through a lot, you’ll be kind to him for Grandpapa, right?”

The girl peered around him, glancing at the boy curiously before nodding, “Of course, Grandpapa!”

Duke gave her an affectionate pat on the head before turning to Theo, staring at him carefully, “Now Theo, while my House is certainly far more relaxed than most Ishgardian Houses… we do have certain… secrets amongst us- that I hope you can keep for us. And in return, you shall not want for anything. I know… it can never bring back your parents but I-”

Theo shook his head, “Se-.... D-Duke…” he sniffled slightly, wiping at his eyes, “T-Thank you...thank you!”

He smiled, moving forward to hug the boy carefully, “Listen to Lady Kisa well, and little Hatsu here will be a good friend for you… and- lad… it won’t be better right away. The pain you feel may never truly be soothed… but you’ve people here who shall care for you. Lean on them… do not succumb to your grief on your own.”

“Thank you, Grandfather-” the cloaked woman moved forward, touching Theo lightly on the shoulder, “We’ve your room all ready for you, dear… Hatsu can show you there. And- Grandfather… will you at least… stay for tea perhaps?”

Hatsu looked up at him pleadingly, “Please, Grandpapa! Please, please stay for tea!”

Duke hesitated briefly- mouth opening to refuse before his face softened at the looks the two children gave him, nodding with a chuckle, “Tea, but that is it…” he said softly, standing up, “Shall we?”

----Present Day-----

She sat at her desk, rubbing her forehead with two fingers as she stared down at the sloppily signed paperwork in front of her, “Gods… Dracyn’s gotten him to do his paperwork, but Fury Grandfather could at least try to make it legible.”

From across the room, dark-haired hyur chuckled, “Well, that is just like ser Duke, isn’t it?” he asked, coming over with a tray of tea and biscuits, “Whenever he’d come by for one of his rare visits, he’d always chide me for my penmanship and my schoolwork- bit rich coming from him, hm?”

Hatsu smiled up at her husband as he set down her tray and moved to rub her shoulders gently, “Well… to be fair, I think he was- you know… trying to give you… you know- the feeling of parental scolding,” she said, “You know he still feels guilty, Theo. He just wanted the best for you.”

Theo leaned over, giving her a small kiss, “Oh I know…” he said softly, “Though… he’s certainly mellowed out recently. He can certainly be around us for longer periods of time before he drowns in his guilt. It’s nice.”

Hatsu sighed, shaking her head and pushing aside the paperwork and looking up at him, “This is giving me a headache, trying to decipher his words. Shall we go for a walk, love?”

He smirked, nodding and offering a hand, “But of course, my lady,” he said helping her up, “You go on ahead, I’ll meet up with you in a second, alright?”

She nodded, giving him a quick kiss before disappearing. Theo took a moment, grabbing his coat before staring up at the portrait of the man- that though he was dark-haired- bared the same resemblance to the Duke that all knew.

He smiled up at him, smiling gently, “Thank you… again,” he said softly, “For everything.”

[aomineavenue]

Summary: Six years ago, L/N Y/N wouldn’t exactly say that she loves her life. It had always been problematic but her best friend, Miya Atsumu, since she was eight when she moved to Hyōgo, has always been there for her, and she wouldn’t change it for the world. However, things would always fall apart for her ever since, so she should have expected of such. Running away from her problems seemed like the easiest route to take at the time, so what happens when the past comes barging back into her life demanding answers? Will she be able to confront her demons?

Pairings: Miya Atsumu x f!Reader

Genre: Angst, ANGST I LOVE ANGST, a lil bit of fluff here and there.

Warnings: Language, etc.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters except for the reader and my ideas. I do not claim any images used for content in this fic, everything goes out to their respective creators unless it is mentioned that it is mine.

Status: completed. | series masterlist

↩ at peace | dearest daddy

mia speaks!: 

okay, wow. So it took awhile for us to get here and I apologize for that but we’re finally done with Homesick, wew. It’s been a challenge but I’m so happy and grateful for all the positivity you guys have been sharing with me. Also, thank you so much for your patience. 

It’s been an emotional ride but we’re finally done. There may be a few short stories after this chapter but no promises. Hopefully I get the chance to though, I do want to be able to. But for now, if you guys have any requests for imagines/scenarios with this series, don’t be afraid to send them over!

Also, big thanks to @oii-sugasan​ and @sunshinesero​ for beta-reading this for me! I apologize if this chapter is any way lacking compared to the first nine chapters, it’s been awhile since I wrote anything so I hope this was a great way to end this series. 

I love you guys so much, I’m so glad to be (sorta) back. I hope you guys enjoy this!

Time was a funny and fickle thing. Sometimes there was never enough of it, and other times it stretched out endlessly. It had been seven months since your life had once again made drastic changes. It often surprised you how time flew by so fast.

Seven months since your two precious boys had been introduced to the man that they now call their father. And well, seven months since you had been reunited with the love of your life. Sure, it had ups and downs, it wasn’t bound to be perfect since the two of you were your own person. It was inevitable for such different personalities to clash, it didn’t help when there were two children present, one of them being as handful as their own father.

Atsumu had shown that he was a doting father, despite only being a part of their lives for less than a year, he had put his new family as his top priority, wanting to make up for lost time. He would instantly drop anything and everything, sometimes even volleyball when he could for times when his family needed him. Not that his new family had been a burden since then, his sons and of course you, have been nothing but loving and supportive. Showing up to games to cheer him on and the twins attending his training to either join or just watch their father and new favorite uncles.

It had been a rollercoaster ride since it was officially announced that Atsumu was off the market and that he actually had sons. Some fans were supportive, believing the news and claiming that both the young twins were striking replicas of the volleyball player. And of course, there were fans that were against it, raging how you were nothing more than a money-grabbing harlot and that you had probably lied to Atsumu about the twins being his.

They were quickly shut down, of course, by not just fans but various people close to the volleyball setter who defended you without you even asking for it. You weren’t going to lie, that particular month filled with venomous words thrown your direction stressed you out but it was mostly because of your motherly instincts, wanting to keep your sons away from such unnecessary drama. You and Atsumu had decided to ignore the majority of the vile comments but seeing you so emotionally exhausted had only fueled the already tiny flame in Atsumu. He was quick to announce that he would no longer tolerate any form of slander towards his family and would handle things legally if anyone were to step out of line.

And by the next few weeks, the hate simmered and the stress that had engulfed you and Atsumu in its grip had vanished. All that was left that made you both worry was Atsuhiro’s health.

Fortunately, Atsuhiro’s sickness didn’t grow worse as time passed by since his first transfusion. If anything, the boy was healthier and it was very much evident in his features. The healthy glow returned to his skin, he was smiling more and had shown his usual energetic-self like before he had fallen ill. Atsumu on the other hand, much to Atsuhiro’s dismay, had started becoming such an overprotective father. It took a lot of begging from Atsuhiko for their father to spend the day outside of the protective bubble of your apartment.

It took time and patience from everyone’s side to get this far, and for Atsumu, (and of course, you) he didn’t mind it one bit. He had grown more mature, despite his twin brother’s disagreements, he not only took care of himself more but he had become a role model to his sons.

Not only that, but as his relationship with his sons grew stronger, the love the two of you had for each other only seemed to intensify as well. Sure, the two of you had ups and downs back then in your friendship but it was as if time and distance hadn’t kept the two of you apart. If anything, it was as if it made your bond stronger. Two best friends, reuniting and finally expressing their true desires, it was easy for the two of you to fall into a comfortable routine.

“Where are the boys of the hour? I’ve been wanting to see how good Hiko looks in my jersey!”

Bokuto interrupts your thoughts for a brief second before you return your focus to your duties of cutting up the vegetables in the kitchen. You can’t help but chuckle at the sour expression that graces Atsumu’s expression as he fills a tray of refreshments on one of the island counters. “Don’t remind me, Bo-kun.”

“You’re just jealous that your sons didn’t want to wear your jersey," he teases, a playful grin on his lips as he lifts himself off of the ground by his hands to sit on the counter.

The scowl on Atsumu's face only deepens at the reminder, "Get off the counter, Bo-kun. Don't be rude. Why don't you actually start to help and give out these refreshments to the guests?"

You watch in amusement as the two exchange their usual banter around the kitchen of your home in Hyogo. It was decided a week ago after Atsuhiro's second transfusion was a success, that the twins would celebrate their birthday back at Hyogo instead of having the guests cramp up in your small apartment in Kanagawa.

It was also then decided by your sons what theme they would be having for their birthday. It was traditional for the twins to have their birthdays themed depending on their current interest. Lately, since the two were very fixated on volleyball due to their new favorite uncles and of course, their father, it was decided that they would be having a volleyball themed birthday where the guests were required to wear their favorite player's jersey.

For a minute, your new friend Bokuto had been rather excited upon hearing the idea.

"So show up with our own jerseys? Great!"

And as for Atsumu, he was excited at the prospect of seeing his own sons wearing his jersey. That is, until his sons destroyed such dreams.

"Are the two of you really sure?" you hear Atsumu's voice echoing from the twins' bedroom throughout the walls of the apartment as you stepped inside, shutting the door behind you as you ventured further into the comforts of your home. “Like really? Those are your choices?”

You grew curious as you slipped out of your shoes and let your hair loose from its tight bun, wincing slightly from your tugging. There was a tinge of whininess dripping from Atsumu’s voice that you couldn’t help but wonder what the three of them were talking about. It wasn’t unusual for Atsumu to be around when you had to work on days where the boys came home from school or when they didn’t have school.

At most times, when Atsumu didn't have training, he would be the one taking care of the boys instead of your mother or Osamu. Majority of his free time away from volleyball was spent with his sons, wanting to make up for the time he had lost. And there wasn't a day where the young twins wouldn't ask about their father and if he was going to visit. It was as if they were scared one of them would disappear, wanting to spend the entirety of their lives together.

"Maybe we can go with superheroes this year!" Atsumu's voice grew louder as you reached the door to the room where they occupied. Leaning against the door's frame, your eyes land on the back of Atsumu's head as he's seated on the carpeted floor facing the twins who were playing with their action figures. A small grin curling upon your lips at the sight of Atsumu’s slightly dishevelled bleached hair.

Atsuhiro, who seems to have the ability to sense your presence, looks up from his toys and in an instant, his eyes widen happily. He was about to greet you but you quickly pressed your index finger against your lips to signal the little boy not to announce your presence just yet, wanting to see Atsuhiko and Atsumu's interaction. The smart little boy that he is, nods and returns to his toys.

"But daddy," Atsuhiko protests, his focus still on the action figures in his hands, "We did superheroes last year! I wanna wear Uncle Bo's jersey!"

You fight the urge to burst out into a fit of giggles as soon as you catch a glimpse of Atsumu slumping his shoulders dejectedly. Now you understand as to why he had his moppy voice on. "But don't you want to wear daddy's jersey for your birthday?"

"But daddy," Atsuhiko lets out a sigh, looking up at his father with a look that meant the little boy wasn't up for any arguments on the matter, "Uncle Bo is the best! So I wanna wear his jersey!"

You could have sworn you heard Atsumu whine, suddenly wishing you had decided to film this from the start. "But it will make daddy really happy if you wear his jersey!"

Atsuhiko shakes his head as he continues to play with his action figures, "But I want Uncle Bo and I to match!"

Atsumu sighs in defeat before turning his attention over to Atsuhiro, looking hopeful. "What about you, Hiro? Would you wear daddy's jersey?"

"No, daddy. I wanna wear Kageyama-san's jersey," he nods with a proud smile, "Wanna be just like him! He's so good!"

"But daddy's just as good a setter as Tobio-kun!" Atsumu cries out, throwing his hands up in the air, "betrayed by my own children. 'Samu isn't going to let me live this down."

This time, you let your presence be known by finally releasing a bubble of laughter. Atsuhiko instantly drops his action figures and rushes over with a happy squeal. Atsumu pivots his body, looking up at you with such a pitiful gaze as he juts his lower lips out ot a pout, "I want new children."

Needless to say, Atsumu had been pouty ever since and has been dreading today due to the reason that every single one of his friends had found out about it. He had tried a handful of times to change their minds, unfortunately, the young twins won't budge.

“It’s not my fault your kids like me better than you,” he huffs, folding his arms across his chest, “I am an ordinary ace after all!”

A scowl graces on Atsumu’s features which causes the other occupants in the room to chuckle in amusement. It wasn’t as if Atsumu didn’t like the idea of his sons becoming close to his teammates, but lately, it was getting harder for the setter to share. “Get your own children!”

“Ah, about that...” Bokuto trails off with a nervous chuckle which causes everyone to fall silent and look at him in curiosity, “I actually will be getting my own child soon, I think.”

“You think?” you ask with an arched brow, “You can’t just think you’re having a child, Bokuto-san.”

Atsumu interjects, “And aren’t you in love with that best friend of yours? What happened to never being with anyone else but her?”

He waves his hand in the air dismissively with a frown etched on his lips, “Well, I can’t exactly be with her when she just got married.”

“You are so getting your ear torn off by the management when this news gets out,” Atsumu snickers, which he earns a smack to his shoulder from you. “Ow!”

You narrow your gaze at your boyfriend, completely unamused with his behavior. “Don't be dramatic, I didn't hit you that hard!" Letting out a huff as you wipe your hands on the apron you were wearing, "You aren’t helping Bokuto, ‘Tsumu.”

His lips curl up to a cheeky grin at the sight of your expression. He leans forward to nuzzle his nose against your cheek, your cheeks growing warm from the public display of affection. His heart swells from your reaction to his gesture, murmuring teasingly, “Sorry, darling.”

“Please, don’t make me barf.” Osamu interrupts with his features scrunched up in distaste from the interaction between you and his brother.

Atsumu sticks his tongue out at his brother who returns the gesture with a shake of his head. His arm snakes around your waist to pull you closer to his side as he returns his attention over to his teammate, “Well, is the woman making you marry her?”

“Making you pay for child support?” Osamu quickly adds.

Atsumu quips with a chuckle, “Threatening to expose your sins?”

You interrupt the two with a glare towards them, “Stop ganging up on him!”

Bokuto lets out a laugh as he begins helping your mother set up the desserts onto one of the trays to bring outside to the guests, “Nothing like that, she’s pretty chill and we’ve gotten pretty close lately. So we’re going to co-parent.”

“That’s very mature of you, Bokuto-kun.” your mother compliments him with a smile before patting his back.

He feels his cheeks grow warm from the compliment, his heart swelling with pride. “Thank you.”

“Maybe you’ll end up falling for her anyway,” Osamu teases with a smirk playing on his lips, leaning against one of the kitchen counters.

He shakes his head at the idea as his brows knit together, “Jess and I won’t fall in love.”

“Jess?” Atsumu blinks at the familiar name before his eyes widens at the realization, releasing his grip from your waist, “Jess, that journalist that you showed around town when she first visited Japan?”

Bokuto nods with a smile gracing his features, “Yeah, she’s pretty cool.”

“Maybe you’ll learn to love her in your own way through your child,” you suggest with a shrug of your shoulders as you began untying the apron you were wearing upon realizing what time it was.

Atsumu shakes his head and responds before Bokuto could utter a single word, “No, no. That’s impossible. Bo-kun’s heart belongs to his best friend.”

“Stop teasing him,” you scold your boyfriend with a shake of your head, handing over the apron you successfully took off, “make yourself useful and help out here in the kitchen,"

"Bu—"

Cutting him off with a stern glare as you lift a tray from one of the kitchen counters and handing it over to Bokuto, a small smile gracing your lips, "Don't mind him, Bo. Can you bring these to the backyard and help out if anyone else needs help? I think Reiji needs a hand setting up the bouncy castle,"

Retrieving the tray from your hands, his eyes lighting up from the excitement, "bouncy castle, you say?"

"That's for the kids, Bo-kun." Atsumu scoffs but soon lets his lips form into a pout when he had been ignored, turning his attention over to you once Bokuto slips out of the kitchen, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to check on the boys to see if they're ready for their big entrance," you muse with an amused grin. Of course, you knew what your sons had prepared for the big entrance that they insisted. Atsumu had pestered both you and the young twins since he had heard of their plan but as your sons refused to budge, you had feigned clueless, claiming that your sons had opted it to be a surprise.

Little did Atsumu know that you had helped your sons pull off such an idea.

"I don't get why they have to have a big entrance," he sighs, brows furrowing as he racks through his thoughts on what the surprise could be. It didn't help that he was both curious and excited at what his sons might pull off.

Osamu lets out a snort, rolling his eyes at his twin brother as a smirk curls upon his lips, "What do you mean? They're your kids."

"What does that even mean?" Atsumu scowls as he slips on the apron you had handed over, walking over to where your mother was situated to take over what you were doing.

You shake your head at the two bickering older twins and shoot a look of sympathy towards your mother that was going to be left with them in the kitchen before she waves you off. Your heart was swelling from happiness at how natural everything felt, despite the silly banter thrown around. It was home.

As you step into your childhood living room, you're hit with a nostalgic wave from the memories surrounding the whole area. Though it may be a mixture of good and bad memories, since you had come to terms that you were no longer running away from your past, you only feel comfort. You made your way through your childhood home over to the bedroom that had been renovated to the liking of your twin boys.

The mere thought of your boys growing to love the place where you had grown up yourself was enough to bring a smile to your face. You press your knuckles against the wooden door to signal your presence by knocking on it repeatedly, “Are you two ready?” you ask, your voice probably muffled on the other side. Your fingers wrap around the handle of the door and as you were about to twist and push it open, the door instantly snaps back shut with a loud thud. “Can’t-”

“No, mommy!” Atsuhiko screeched causing you to blink from both the surprised force and tone. Pressing your palms and ear against the door to hear what the commotion was all about, you frown upon hearing only their shuffling feet, “What are you two doing? Guests have arrived and your party will be starting soon,”

“We’re almost ready, mommy!” Atsuhiro assures you from the other side.

A chuckle escapes your lips at their antics as you decide to not interfere any further, “Alright you two, just be sure to be out in a few. You don’t want your daddy to come fetch you. It’ll ruin the surprise.”

“Okay mommy!” you heard Atsuhiko yell out, their excited muffled voices purely obvious from the other side that you couldn’t help but smile.

On the other hand, back in the kitchen, the father of your twins was having his own little dilemma back in the kitchen. It wasn’t as if he was uncomfortable being around your mother, but it was more like he felt he was still lacking.

Despite him knowing that your mother and you hadn’t had the greatest relationship when your father passed away, he still wanted to be someone your mother would approve of. He didn’t know whether your mother knew the whole story of the relationship between the two of you but being away from you and your sons during most of their childhood was enough to make him worry. The mere idea of his sons looking up to him sent his heart soaring, but of course, he also wanted your mother to feel secure enough for him to be together with you and the twins.

“I’ll bring out these sliced up fruits outside,” Osamu cuts the clear tension surrounding the kitchen. Atsumu resists the urge to glare at his twin for leaving him behind with your mother, knowing full well that his brother knows his current insecurities. A small smirk graces Osamu’s features but not the obvious one that would make your mother notice.

Atsumu watches his twin slip out of the kitchen with a tray full of food for the guests before flickering his gaze over to your mother situated at the other side of the room, making final touches to the cupcakes. “Is there anything else that I can do?”

Without looking up, a smile etches on your mother’s face. “No, it’s fine. We’re just about done with everything.”

“It looks good,” he states with a nod of his head, not really knowing what to say.

Placing the piping bag to the side, your mother lifts her head up to look towards the direction of Atsumu and wipes her hands on the apron she’s currently wearing, “You know you can always start calling me mom.”

The mere sentence made Atsumu want to leap in excitement, but at the same time he was nervous, a sudden fear of messing things up engulfing him. “I don’t want to overste-”

“Oh please,” your mother waves her hand in the air with a light chuckle, “I’ve known you since you were eight. We’re practically family. So you might as well call me mom.”

Atsumu couldn’t help but let the corners of his mouth tug up to a wide smile, “Alright, mom.”

“I’m really happy that the two of you decided to work things out,” your mother spoke with a smile as she delicately places the cupcakes on the cupcake stand.”

His feet shuffled across the room to help your mother stack the cupcakes onto the stand, “We had to for the kids anyway.”

Your mother hums in thought for a second before responding, “I think the kids were just the push the two of you needed. If anything, I’ve always thought the two of you would always end up together since the two of you always leaned on each other for anything.”

He nods his head slowly, leaning against the counter as he feels his heart swell with happiness. “I guess you’re right, mom. I did lean on her majority of the time when we were growing up. I guess I still am now. I just wish I could make her happy.”

“Don’t worry, you do. Before she left Hyogo, I know for a fact that she was miserable in this house after her dad had passed. You were the only one giving her a reason to move forward,” your mother spoke, sadness dripping from her voice.

A sigh escapes Atsumu’s lips as his features scrunch up to something that resembles pain. “I was also the reason why she left. I may be even the biggest reason why she left.”

Your mother extends an arm out and places a hand on Atsumu’s arm, trying her best to give assurance and comfort, “You weren’t the only reason behind that. I don’t know if she’s told you, but I had neglected her. I’m not proud of it and apologies are probably never enough for forgiveness. I was barely a mother when my husband had passed. I was almost an empty shell and instead of being a moth-”

“Mom,” Atsumu cuts her off and grabs hold of her hand in his own, “Don’t blame yourself. She loves you very much. It’s all in the past. We’ll be able to move forward, we already are.”

The two were interrupted with Osamu’s arrival, knocking by the kitchen’s door frame to announce his return. A smile etched on his lips at the scene before him, “Hey, Y/N wants everyone in the living room. Apparently the boys are ready to make their big entrance.”

Your mother excuses herself as soon as she removes the apron tied around her, excitement clearly evident in her features. Atsumu knew it well, despite the relationship that you had been slowly rebuilding with your mother, she was just as excited as him to have the twins into her life. She has equally doted on, if not more, on the twins ever since and well, Atsumu wouldn’t have it any other way.

Atsumu knew for a fact that you adored the time you’ve been sharing with your mother. As long as you were happy, nothing else mattered.

Osamu gives him a pat on the back, arching a brow in curiosity as they make their way out of the kitchen, “Everything alright?”

Atsumu gives him a nod, giving him the largest grin that he could muster. “Yeah, definitely.”

“You look disgusting,” Osamu jokes, pretending to shudder which causes Atsumu to give him a shove as they step into the living room where most of the guests have already gathered.

“Hey ‘tsumu!” Bokuto calls out from next to you as soon as Atsumu comes into view. “Hurry up! I’m excited to see Hiko in my jersey!”

Atsumu rolls his eyes as he approaches, grumbling to himself. As soon as he reaches your side, he places a quick kiss to your temple before snaking an arm around your waist to pull you closer. “Yeah, yeah. You have to stop rubbing it in. We get it.”

You couldn’t help but let a laugh escape your lips as you lean yourself into Atsumu’s warmth, “Oh come on now you two, focus on the big entrance will you?”

Bokuto just snickers from the side while Atsumu sends him a glare. If you were to describe the two of them, they were practically acting like petty children but you know those two will eventually switch attitudes as soon as your twins step out to make their entrance.

You flicker your gaze over to Osamu who was situated a few steps ahead from your little group, trying his best to act natural with his phone up. The two of you had discussed prior to the party that he would be the one to film the whole thing going on. Your little boys had practically begged their uncle to film their big entrance but mostly, what you hoped Osamu to capture was Atsumu’s reaction.

A part of you expects that he would be a grinning mess at the sight of his kids but also, you’re also hoping he’d be speechless from all the teasing his kids put him through of having to wear someone else’s jersey.

“What’s taking them so long?” Atsumu asks, tilting his head slightly hoping to meet your eyes as his fingers play with the hem of your shirt.

As you were about to answer him, the familiar voices of your two boys echo throughout the room from the top of the stairs. You didn’t even have to look to know about their surprise since you know very well of what they had planned. Well, obviously, you had helped them out with picking up the jerseys that they were going to wear.

However, you had wanted to capture Atsumu’s reaction to your boys with your own two eyes instead of just watching it from a video. And honestly speaking, you didn’t think you’d fall in love with this man any more than you already do but here you are.

Just the mere sight of his features scrunching up to a look of awe was enough for your heart to swell. It looked as if he was close to tears as watches the twins descend the stairs with the prodest smiles they could muster.

You pry yourself away from his side as soon as the twins approach Atsumu, knowing full well what was going to happen as they had practiced what they were going to say. Flickering your gaze over to Atsuhiko and Atsuhiro, seeing them in Atsumu’s high school volleyball jersey made your own eyes water despite the fact that you were the ones who had gotten them the uniform a week ago.

“Wh-What are you guys wearing?” Atsumu almost chokes out his words, “What happened to the jerseys that we bought that you said you were going to wear?”

Atsuhiko throws his arms out in the air, smiling widely. “We changed daddy!”

“We wanna wear your jersey daddy,” Atushiro nods his head enthusiastically, lifting his hand up to grip onto Atsumu’s shirt.

Atsuhiko wraps his arms around Atsumu’s waist, “‘cause you’re our favorite volleyball player daddy!”

The scene itself was enough for everyone to watch in awe, a few of the guests that were invited had their own phones up to capture the moment with smiles on their faces, the others were almost practically in tears themselves, and well there was also Bokuto by the side with his pouty self at the realization that neither of his nephews were wearing his jersey like he thought they would. Atsumu on the other hand, had eventually dropped down to his knees and wrapped his arms around his two boys, burying his face in between them as he let out his own tears stream down his face from the overwhelming joy that coursed through him.

Yes, this is your family.

This is your home.

You stare out the window from the kitchen of your childhood home, a smile on your face at the beautiful afternoon of your backyard full with people you adore and have missed so much. 

The party was still in full swing despite the sun about to set, the laughter from the guests and a few children present rang in the air. Happiness had engulfed your heart and honestly, you had trouble believing it yourself but here you were. 

You wouldn’t trade this for anything. 

An arm snakes around your waist from behind and you would have been startled if you hadn’t felt Atsumu’s presence a minute ago. Despite not having seen each other in years, everything about him was still familiar. Sure, there were a few things about him that you didn’t know but that didn’t mean that he still wasn’t your Atsumu that you’ve grown to love. 

“Thank you,” he whispers as he nuzzles his nose into your hair, a smile playing on his lips. 

You place your hands atop of his and lean yourself back into his warmth, your brows furrowing in confusion. “What are you thanking me for?” 

“For everything,” he lets out a sigh, causing a shiver to run down your spine from the heat radiating from his breath close to your ear, “For giving me two amazing boys and for existing yourself.” 

Pivoting your body around so that you were facing Atsumu, your hands settling on his chest as you look up at him with your lips curling up to an assuring smile, “Thank you.” 

“And what for?” Atsumu questions, matching your own smile with his own as his hands cup your face. He lowers his head slowly, nudging your nose with his own as the pads of his thumbs brush delicately against your skin. 

Heat spreads across your cheeks at his gestures, feeling shy yourself but despite that, the majority of what you felt was only comfort in being in his arms. “For loving me as much as I love you.” 

He hums in response, placing a quick kiss to your lips. “No, I probably do love you more. More than you can imagine.” 

Before you could respond, he places his lips back firmly on yours and your eyelids flutter shut as if on instinct. The hands of yours that were resting on his chest eventually found their way around his torso to pull him close. Tilting your head to the side, the kiss itself deepens as he runs his fingers through your hair. 

It just felt so natural being with him.

Before the kiss could grow more heated however, a loud yell from outside had interrupted the both of you causing you to pull away much to both of your dismay. Your heads turn towards the direction of the commotion, the bouncy castle coming into view.

Or rather, the depleting bouncy castle with Bokuto and Hinata coming out hastily in laughter. 

You shake your head at the scene, a bubble of laughter leaving your lips before turning your head back over to look at the man before you. Just when you had decided to pull back and return to your duties of being a mother, he wraps his arms back around your waist to pull you back against him. Another laugh escapes your lips as you playfully slap his chest, “What now? We have a party going on, we have to entertain our gue-” 

“Move in with me,” he interrupts, his features showing nothing but seriousness. 

You meet his sincere gaze with your own and your heart makes a leap out of joy. There was only one answer you could possibly give. 

“Yes.”

[tteokdoroki]

💜-But imagine that for the past week both katsuki and Eijiro have been so teasing towards you, that you decide to get a little revenge. When they are both asleep you managed to tie their arms up, leaving them exposed to you. You decide for all their teasing to tease them back. You slide under the covers and begin to give kirishima’s cock little kitten licks while gently stroking katsuki’s cock, you hear their groans and you feel them squirm under their touch.

“What the fuck,” you hear katsuki say, his legs squirming while you stroke his cock. Then Kiri wakes up just as confused. You know they aren’t gonna be happy at your actions, but that can be considered payback for this week.

You hear Eijiro moan as you run your tongue up the length of his cock, circling it around the tip,”fuck, pebble, what do you think you’re doing?” Eijiro groans.

You hum around his cock, picking up the pace while you stroke katsuki’s cock. Switching from a slow teasing stroke to something fast. You take your mouth off of Eijiro’s cock and switch to katsuki’s. Your hand grips Eijiro and begins to do slow teasing strokes enjoying hearing Eijiro’s groans from being so close to cumming but kept on the edge, and hearing katsuki moan.

“ don’t be a tease pebble, you don’t want to be punished.” Eijiro warned.

“Ohhh, I’m so scared,” you mocked. Unfortunately for you, that was the last straw. You heard a loud crack and heavy rope drop to the floor, the blankets and covers were thrown off of you. Two strong hands grab your arm and waist, hauling you up towards katsuki, one hand grabs both arms and presses them against your back, the other hand grabs your face, forcing you to look up at his angry red eyes.

“Awww, you thought you could dom us didn’t you? How stupid. But I guess you’re just our dumb little slut, huh? “Katsuki says, you can feel kirishima binding your hands together behind your back.

“Now pebble, I thought you would have known better. I think our dumb little slut needs to be reminded who is in control here. “ Eijiro says slapping your ass, “I guess this is going to be a nice way to break in that paddle,”he laughs as katsuki grabs your squirming body, turning you to lay on his lap, arms bound together in the middle of your back.

“Remember your safe word baby, what are they?” Katsuki says pressing the cold wooden paddle against your bare ass gently, letting you get a feel first.

“Red is stop, yellow is slow down, green means okay,” you reply.

“And if you can’t talk?” He asks

“ three taps,”

“Good girl.” Eijiro says, grabbing your face. He loves to make you hold eye contact during your punishments, seeing your crying face, how your face gets red.

Without warning katsuki swings the wooden paddle down on your ass, making a loud smacking noise. You have to hold back your moans.

“Count. You know what you’re supposed to do. “ katsuki warns, bringing the paddle down again.

“One, thank you master,”

By the tenth strike, your ass is breath red, tears are streaming down your face and your struggles have died down.

You feel katsuki’s hand wander between your legs, a finger slides in your soaking wet folds, you release a moan by accident.

“Did you learn your lesson brat? Or do you need more than just the paddle? Your ass is already red hot, and you’re practically dripping on my lap. Making a fucking mess,” katsuki says.

“I’m sorry master, I’m sorry daddy.” You apologize through tears. Katsuki grabs your bound arms and hauls you up into a sitting position,”don’t ever try that shit again, got it?” Katsuki says, you nod your head yes.

“Good, now clean up your mess,”he commands, pushing your face down towards his lap, making you lick up your juices.

You feel something cold on your ass, making your squirm. One quick spank makes you stop immediately,”stay still pebble, this is gonna help. “ he says rubbing that cold gel on your burning ass. He keeps on trailing his fingers around your second hole. He pushes a lubed up finger in your ass, making you moan.

“ oh, does our little slut like it when her ass is played with? “ Eijiro asks, sliding a finger to feel your wet cunt,”oh you’re practically dripping,” he says with a laugh. He opens a drawer, taking out the plug katsuki and he loves.

“Relax pebble, enjoy this,” you feel the luved up plug make its way into your ass, stretching you out so nicely.

“Fuck, you look so hot with that plug pebble. Turn around, let your master see,” you obey, turning around to face Eijiro. Your eyes train on his large cock, he grabs your head and guides your mouth to his cock, you feel two hands on your waist, guiding your wet pussy above katsuki’s cock. Hands guiding you to bounce on his cock while kirishima’s hands guide you to take him deep.

“Good girl, you’re sucking me do good, trying to compensate for being a brat earlier? Why don’t you make us cum, “ Kiri taunts as katsuki begins to thrust harder and faster, fingers rubbing you clit. You moan around Eijiro’s cock.

“She is so fucking wet, taking us like a good slut,” katsuki says as his thrusts grow harder and faster.

“Fuck baby, you gonna cum? Cum all over my cock with Eijiro’s cock in your mouth. Cum like the good slut you are,” katsuki commands rubbing your clit harder. Your legs are shaking and your muffled moans fill the room.

“Swallow me pebble, I don’t want you to waste a fucking drop, got it,” you moan again, cumming around katsuki’s cock as kirishima fills your moth with cum.

“Fuck her pretty cunt is milking me dry,” katsuki groans, cumming deep in your pussy.

“Fuck pebble, that was so fucking hot. You were so good for us, good girl,” kirishima says pulling out of your mouth, katsuki carefully pulls out of your pussy, an arm under your stomach, forcing your ass to stay high in the air, exposing your pussy filled with cum and your butt plug.

“ so fucking good baby,”

Probably part 1

CRACKS KNUCKES ESKETIT

this again will probably be long so let’s tag it and add some warnings <33

katsuki bakugou x fem!reader, eijiro kirishima x fem!reader

warning(s): unprotected sex, light somnophilia, blowjobs, master/daddy kink, heavy degredation, pain play, using a paddle, restraints, cum play, ass play, humiliation, dacryphilia wew ok !!

author’s notes: i wrote this with red LED lights on hehe also sorry it took a while aa

can you imagine the surprise on katsuki’s face when he wakes up to the feeling of your tiny hand wrapped around his shaft, palming him for all his worth? boy is probably going to trip because A) its super fucking hot the way your thumb rubs over his leaking tip every once and a while, brushing between his slit in a way that has his eyes rolling and B) he hates when you get the one up on him, for bakugou, its all about having power and control over you, you’re supposed to be bakugou’s little bitch and even though his bitch in heat sucks his cock like a goddess, swallowing him deep just like he taught you, it makes him mad to his very core that you’d even try to dom him when he knows you’re just a pathetic subby bunny.

kirishima, i’d like to think, is a little less of a hard dom compared to katsuki for the most part. poor boy is almost embarrased at how he whimpers when he jumps awake and finds your lips wrapped sweetly around his red hot cock, he loves it when you look up at him from under the sheets, a drooly mess all for him. eiji wants you to slobber all over him, watch as a mix of drool and. precum. slides down your chin and drips between his balls and your hands, god your hands make him feel like he’s reached the gates of heaven-- but he’s upset with you, his little baby should know better than to try a stunt like this on her master while he’s asleep, so of course a punishment is in order.

the paddle is of course a purchase of katsuki’s, but it doesn’t mean eijirou doesnt like using it on you any less than the blonde. the way it makes your cute ass jiggle and the way it makes tears sting tracks down your cheeks is enough to rouse a boner out of tthe red head. and of course,  katsuki likes it when you’re all marked up and writhing in pain, its like some kind of high for him and gets him off just to see you as a blubbering mess.

they like to humiliate you when you pull stunts like this, calling you out for being such a cry baby in the way you jump and twitch at the simple press of thick digits against your clit. not to mention how you shamefully wail as eijirou eases the cute little butt. plug between your cheeks, you hate to admit how much you love it. a spit roasted slut is what you are, bounded as katsuki easily slides into your pussy, soaked from the punishment you so obediently endured.  he groans at how tight you are, how well you take him even when sore and in pain-- while kirishima gets a full view of the way your eyes roll into the back of your head as he sinks into your hot mouth, his own moan falling freely from his lips.

they fuck you until you’re a trembling, limp, leaking mess who doesn’t know whats up or whats down. your holes so eagerly swallow them up that it drives them insane, even as they paint you white inside and out. eijirou’s cum slips from the corner of your mouth but he forces it back in with slow and steady thrusts,  lifting your head by your hair to use the sight of your tears as material to get off. your spasmining orgasm is what trigger’s bakugou’s, his sharp thrusts easing into pathetic grinds as he breeds your pussy like he’s trying to knock you up-- thick seed liniing your womb.

[perelka-l]

Was it you who made that one fanart of Shisui with one of Danzō's golden eyes as if they had swapped it?? I still think about it to this day I think it was in your style but I'm not sure, I only know that it was The fanart that made me fall in love with the concept of DanShisu

Yeee, it was me!!!! It's here~ (I also did fic for it, mentioning just in caseee)

/ad break over

And yaaay I am so happy it converted you >w<)b It's so cool to hear though, even after *checks watch* wew almost two years since I did that. It's hella cool you wrote to me too, thank you~

[hoarsedevours]

so 2521 team really did that cliffhanger and expect me (us) to go on our days completely sane?????????????? ??????? when I am trying so hard into not reading their relationship as romantic????? convincing myself that they're just an example of a hetero wholesome relationship???? ??????? i actually succeeded quite well...ahemmm. Indeed, their relationship is very wholesome and btw a loud shout-out to yijin for not making things weird that would make things kind of creepy. i've seen it happen in age gap kdramas👀 and heedo i'm sorry if i am not taking your crush on yijin very seriously. it's cute but your bond with him is much more more more more special <3 kinda jealous ngl

..........👀 not to sound like a very much super gay person who projects on pieces of media on main but heedo and yurim is really going all out with their lesbianisms. the full extent of their LGBTQIA+ power! wew you go girls!!!! I think the majority of this episode is dedicated to the kinda alternate universe of 2521 where it is a lesbian coming-of-age drama and the leads are starting to come out from their rival era and gradually inching to the long-awaited lovers period. is this queerbaiting...or am i just projecting? my brother who is watching over my shoulder told me there's nothing to be giddy about in the whole lovery-dovey documentary shoots.... lollll

however, our favorite hetero couple would not permit their moments be outshined by the sword-wielding bisexuals whose one half of the latter duo is ironically also the other half of my favorite hetero couple. wowwwww a screaming shout-out that can still be heard in outer space to the 2521 team, especially to the screenwriters who wrote this drama!!!! you ma'ams and sirs deserve a kiss on the mouth, platonically of course. i am in aweeeee of the main lead's dynamics. there is no gaudy love triangle involved! (except the one that i've created in my head; a bisexual loves both girl and boy and the girl she loves also loves (?) a himbo and the himbo loves her in return and also his bestie who is with him since birth and the bestie respects the first bisexual's boy and the main boy loves them all btw. wow i don't trust my mind) a very organic webs of relationships! legitimate friendship! besties forever! ohhhhhh the next episode will be so much funnnnn!!!! focusing the spotlight again on my favorite hetero pair, heedo and yijin's relationships in this episode is slowly blurring the line.....however, it is done in a way that feels very natural. and cute. don't forget the cute that i have to pause the video to scream my lungs out or to slap the table like i'm in a rowdy bar to bet on something or someone. poor table and poor lungs but for yido i would destroy😞

---"You said to had to have me and I was wondering how." 😆😆😆😆😆 banger #1

---"Don't you have any faith in me?" "What am I to you?" "Have faith in me" bangers # 2, 3, and 4 but also yoooooo yijin's lines remind me of the questionable tv and radio dramas that I grew up watching and listening😆in which that lines are usually uttered by an unrepentant fuckboy who is deceiving yet another innocent victim in the game of love or a main male lead who is promising his lady love of being faithful to her always wherever he goes ksdjlkjslkgjdlksjg

---"Don't avoid me again, I won't forgive you"

"I guess you hated it."

"The word "hate" doesn't even begin to describe it"

hall of fame #3667 in the 2521 investigation department for making my mind drown with thousands of theories🤡 who left who? who left first? who's the "heartbreaker"? what the fuck actually happened???? lots of question markssssssssssss

---when he said "her left side"sososososo quickly👀 keeping an eye on her more than often, bro? memorizing her face? just in case? you leave? for good?

---the "look at me" one 🥺

---the heedo living in yijin's head rent free exhibit #3

---their moments in heedo's living room 😍🔫 won't start thinking of the logistics of their relationships now when heedo is even more confused and yijin is of no help. not that i want him to help though. the responses he's been giving is perfect until he said that damning "It's love. I love you, heedo. I don't need a rainbow." asfadsfgsadjhasbdbajshvdja jfshjgah😍😍😍👀🤡💀😭😬🤩💕❣ i don't fucking know what to do with myself that i called out lord many times!!!! lord or whoever is in charge in the sky must have crossed out the tally under my name several times and said "this girl seems to be excited of being reunited with her creator once again" i know this is so christian of me, i'm sorry non-christian or atheist citizens of the world. if it helps, i only draw on the religious teachings for non-religious purposes most of the time, if not always 😂

--- the color grading in that last scene in this ep is so pretty!!!! i suddenly remembered the near-death scene in the Black Butler live-action film. loooooordddddddddd. and yijin have to say that "you have a knack for leading me to a good place" and not expect me to interpret this as a death foreshadowing. hello? it's called rest in peace for a reason💀 nonetheless, the yijin is still alive in 2022 agenda is still solid in my mind but i am also open to possible...... realities👀💀

---"you made me do what was right for a reporter to do"👀 uhmmm....is this....it? heedo committed something realllllllly bad that yijin must report it? ???????? ????????

---the feral yijin mode when heedo was injured?????? (top notch! one of my favorite tropes everrrrr!!!!!) 🥺 that he went up against the producer?! not going to lie, i am expecting a "you're fired" or you're out" line from the producer but I guess i just had too much melodramatic and frankly exaggerated mexican and spanish and sometimes indian dramas😭. Him insisting that they must go to the hospital? them riding together in that red sports car again? natural wonders of or world #9832

diverting from my favorite homo and hetero duos, this episode shows why i don't hate yurim. i remembered writing that "i feel for her" in episode 7 and i still stand by that. she is relatable...to me... to the children who are raised as a member of an economically-challenged household. who have learned to ignore their wants because the money is to be used for something more important. to strive harder because failing is never an option. not when you don't have any fallbacks. it's like that when you're a poor girl btw guys in case i am reading opinions from rich people. middle-class counts as rich😡 of course her emotional outburst is not really acceptable but at this point i'm becoming more of a yurim apologist so i won't elaborate...... and feeling for yurim doesn't equate to disliking heedo or not sympathizing with heedo. our society grew past the need for looking at things from a binary glass. unless i tell it so.

yurim's mother......wow i am such a judgemental bitch when I WAS READY TO THROW HANDS WHEN SHE ASKED HEEDO IF SHE WAS THE ONE WHO BEAT HER DAUGHTER AND TOOK THE GOLD AND WHEN SHE SUDDENLY HUGGED HEEDO I FELT LIKE A STRAY CAT WHO'S BEEN TREATED WITH LOVE AFTER A LONG TIME!!! AHHHHHHHH😭 mrs. ko adopt heedo pleassseeee and ms. shin would just send the child support.....loll....just kidding....unless??? yes, so they showed ms. shin with that kinda undignified pose as an act of making amends with her daughter...whatever she's still in my hitlist🙄🙄🙄

Presently, i am very much tempted to try divination in knowing what is the ending but i have to stop myself. maybe tomorrow i'll run 2521's natal chart😭😭😭 or do tarot. i actually already tried shufflemancy which has been mostly accurate for me. i asked if yijin and heedo's married currently btw and the songs are positive. but idk it's for a show and it's not my energy so i won't put a significant weight on it😭 if u read this part, no u did not

[animatedarchives]

LIFELINE

— 𝐊𝐎𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐄 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀

author’s note: so i had this dream a few days ago and i wrote this self-indulgent comfort fic. if you’ve experienced this before, i’m so sorry for the hurt you’ve been through and i’m here if you need to talk :) i hope you like it <3

genre: BiG aNgsT, comfort fluff wew

warnings: toxic relationship (mental abuse, manipulation, guilt tripping etc.), slightly coarse language

word count: 2.1k words

“Argh, I missed again!” you whined, the water gun gently hitting your thigh as you swung your arms down in defeat. You only had one last chance to knock all 5 metal cans over, and you knew you’d never make it. You sighed as you glanced at the life-sized teddy bear you’d been playing for, reluctantly giving up the idea of ever being able to hug its plushy form. Kenma watched you silently, gazing at you the same way you were looking at the bear: with intense longing.

“Here, let me,” he said gently, reaching for the water gun in your hand. His fingers briefly brushed yours and your breath hitched, turning away slightly so he couldn’t see the blush creeping onto your face. You had both been friends for the longest time, but you knew it was more than that. Although neither of you had explicitly confessed, there was a silent understanding that you both harboured feelings for one another, but were too shy to do anything about it.

You watched sheepishly as he brought the gun up against his shoulder, looking into the crosshairs. His eyes fixed themselves on his target, pupils narrowing into cat-like slits. You loved seeing the competitive side of Kenma. The resolve in his eyes, the fierce air of determination and the silent power he held was so different from his usual nonchalant self, you couldn’t help but be allured.

Finally, he pulled the trigger, releasing five precise spurts of water. You barely had time to process what happened as you heard the metal cans clattering to the ground. His muscles relaxed and he smiled with satisfaction, his usual laid-back self returning while you stood there in utter disbelief.

“Kenma, that was amazing!” you exclaimed, turning to face him. He watched as your eyes sparkled, a soft chuckle leaving his lips. It was a sight that warmed his heart, and something he missed so dearly. Reluctantly tearing his eyes from yours, he turned back to the stall owner to claim his prize.

“I’ll take the bear, please. The big one in the back,” he said, pointing to the one you wanted. You squealed in delight as Kenma retrieved the toy and handed it to you. Bursting with child-like joy, you pressed your face into its large squishy head as you hugged it, your body swinging from side to side. Kenma watched you amusedly, unable to wipe the smile off his face. He loved seeing you like this, the brightness you emanated rivaling that of the sun. Your genuine joy was one of the little things that truly made him happy, and it was blissful moments like this that he wished you could live in forever.

Beaming, you bowed at the stall owner to thank him, eager to explore the rest of the carnival. However, as you turned around, your eyes landed on someone in the distance and your heart seemed to stop. Gone was the excitement bouncing within you, now replaced with an unsettling heaviness. The light in your eyes was being sucked away, dissipating into nothingness. Sensing the air around you shift, Kenma looked at you concernedly, then followed your line of sight. And there stood the person he hated the most, the one who had caused you so much hurt and emotional turmoil for two years: your ex-boyfriend.

“Well well well, look who it is,” he smiled smugly as he sauntered towards you. His eyes flickered to Kenma, who stood behind you, and he laughed bitterly. “Moved on to another boy already? You always were such a slut,” he spat. Kenma tensed up behind you, clenching his jaw and balling his fists. He was never the type to be violent, but your ex’s disgusting remarks made him want to punch that sick smirk right off his face.

“P-please go away,” you whimpered. Your voice was strangled and your chest tightened as the overwhelming scent of your ex’s cursed cologne invaded your nose.

“Awww, but why? You wouldn’t want to break my heart again now, would you?” he pouted in mock sadness.

This was what you dealt with for two years: him taking advantage of your kind heart and twisting it for his own entertainment. He criticised every little thing that you did, from what you wore to who you hung out with. He convinced you that it was your fault you upset him, that it was you who failed to please. You began to question every decision you made, doubting your ability to make the “right ones” and eventually resorting to asking for his permission instead. He had you choking on a leash, but you were too nice, too forgiving, to acknowledge his manipulative ways. You were losing yourself and eventually became an empty shell of the cheerful girl you once were, no longer taking pleasure in the things you loved. It had been six full months since you came to your senses and broke up with him, trying so hard to regain the light you had lost, with Kenma encouraging you every step of the way. It had taken so much time and effort to recover from the toxic relationship. Yet at the mere sight of him returning into your life, everything came undone in an instant.

“What’s the matter, darling? Cat got your tongue?” he hummed. You opened your mouth to protest, but no words came out. You desperately tried to move, to do something to show he no longer held that power over you. But your mind was plagued, and your body remained frozen in the presence of your abuser.

“Oh darling, there’s no need to be scared,” he said, cocking his head to the side. He took a step forward and you couldn’t help but tremble in fear. Dark memories from the past you tried to bury resurfaced as his menacing gaze bore into you. You shrank back in terror and your back hit Kenma’s chest, causing your hold on the huge teddy bear to loosen. The impact pulled Kenma out of his heated thoughts, his eyes clearing to reveal the pointed daggers within them. He gently wrapped an arm around your waist and twisted your bodies so that he was between you and your attacker.

“That’s enough,” Kenma’s words cut through the toxic atmosphere. The change in his demeanour was subtle but terrifying. His voice remained quiet, but now held an edge that was sharper than a sword. His gaze pierced through your attacker, cutting him down to the bone.

Your ex scoffed, unintimidated by Kenma’s physical build. “No, she knows exactly what she did,” he hissed, looking straight into your eyes. “You love to toy with people don’t you darling? Go on, say it. Admit it, you bitch!”

You don’t recall the mistake you made; you only knew that you’d made one. A baseless sense of guilt consumed your mind, and all you could think of was how horrible of a person you were as you looked down at the ground in shame. The lack of words leaving your mouth angered him further. He took a step towards you, but stopped short as Kenma suddenly grabbed his forearm.

“I said,” his grip tightened as anger boiled inside of him.

“That’s enough.”

Kenma looked at him through the strands of hair that fell across his face. He was like a feline crouching behind the tall, dry grass, eyes fierce and unblinking as he stared down his prey. His unrelenting gaze made even your ex shudder, his mind going blank as Kenma seethed silently.

“Leave.”

Kenma’s voice was practically a growl at this point, the finality in his voice apparent. His golden orbs glowed like a predator’s, daring your ex to challenge him. Although no one said it, it was obvious Kenma owned the court and held the game in the palm of his hands.

Knowing he was beat, your ex yanked his arm out of Kenma’s iron grip and scoffed. “Whatever. You’re worthless, anyway,” he sneered at you before walking away. You didn’t know what you did, but you felt like you deserved it. That’s all you ever were anyway: just another piece of garbage.

With the threat no longer present, Kenma eased up and turned to you, significantly concerned for your mental and emotional wellbeing. “Are you alright?” he asked, unable to hide the urgency in his voice.

“I- I think so,” you stuttered. But you weren’t. You knew you weren’t. You were slipping again, back into your old submissive mindset as your head spun with your ex’s lies. And Kenma could see it, the thought of your incited self-hatred causing his knuckles to turn white.

“You deserve so much more than him, Y/N,” he said. You smiled weakly at his words but couldn’t bring yourself to agree.

“I don’t know… Maybe he’s right,” trying to keep your smile, only to fail miserably. “Maybe I really am worthless… Maybe I’m just an awful human being… Maybe…” you thought aloud, voice breaking as you started to believe his words. This experience took you back, remembering how your ex would constantly poison your conscience, leaving you to cry into your pillow every night as your thoughts consumed you alive.

“Y/N, stop,” he said, reaching for your arm. You flinched involuntarily, the action causing Kenma’s heart to break. “Y/N, look at me. Please,” he begged. You slowly lifted your head to meet his gaze, a thin film of moisture forming over your eyes as you slipped further into darkness.

“You are the kindest, sweetest soul I have ever met. You are beautiful and gorgeous, made perfectly as you are. You are the furthest thing from a bad person. He’s a liar, a manipulator and a toxic person overall. He’s the bad one. He’s the one that doesn’t deserve you,” he said, desperate for you to see reason.

You looked into his eyes sadly, searching for something to hold on to, to stop you from spiraling down deeper into your thoughts. And then you found it. Something that was different between him and your ex. Something that was always there but Kenma tried to hide. It was his unwavering love for you.

Something finally clicked and a spark was ignited between you two, causing your heart to beat faster. You could barely understand what was happening, too many things going on in your head at once. But one thing was certain. You knew the person in front of you was genuine.

Trustworthy.

Safe.

“Kenma… I…” your words lost their sound as your faces inched closer. Your eyes drifted down to his soft, thin lips. Your mind was screaming at you, saying that you didn’t deserve his affection and that you were completely unlovable. But your heart argued back, eager to prove them wrong as it reached out for the one it knew it could call home.

You watched earnestly, breath caught in your throat as his lips got closer and closer to your own. Finally, your eyes fluttered shut, your sight unneeded as you savoured the flavour of his sweet lips against yours. The bear you were holding was long forgotten as your fingers unfurled and dropped it to the floor. Your heart was now set on a new prize, your hands moving up his arms and clenching the fabric of his jacket underneath them.

Your reciprocation to his actions made him brave; he kissed you harder, more intensely, as he rested his palms firmly on the curve of your waist. It was an area tainted by the hands of your previous boyfriend, but Kenma’s touch was so pure, so gentle, and so loving, that all you could do was melt into his hold.

Your lips parted all too soon and he rested his forehead against yours, quietly gasping for air. The jarring voices in your head quietened and eventually disappeared as Kenma’s delicate fingers intertwined themselves with yours.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a while,” he chuckled, his warm breath adding to the heat on your cheeks. “I love you, Y/N. Every single piece of you. You are absolutely perfect in every way imaginable and I don’t ever want you to believe otherwise.”

You gave a genuine smile as you grasped onto the lifeline of hope Kenma was throwing out to you in the sea of darkness. You wrapped your arms around his torso and buried your face into his shoulder.

“Thank you. I love you too, Kenma.”

Your muffled whispers against his clothes put a gentle smile on his face, his heart soaring as you returned his affection. Kissing the side of your head, he embraced you tighter, wanting to show you how deeply you could be loved.

Breathing in his comforting scent, you came to a realisation.

It wasn’t the bear you longed to hug the most that day.

It was Kenma.

© written and published by animatedarchives 2020. please do not steal or repost. thank you.

[dragonofpandora]

(-Stories can teach well. Have you heard the story about the Smoke Spirit? -No, I don’t know it. -I’ll tell you the story.)

I wrote a short story for a contest the Kelutral server put on! The English version is definitely below my usual standards, partially because of time constraints (I did not allot my time well for this, hrh) and partially because of vocabulary constraints, and the Na’vi version is probably just riddled with grammatical errors, but I Made An Effort and I’m proud that I finished it at all!

Na’vi and English versions below the cut.

Na’vi: Kxener Tirea

Za'u fte heyn pxaw txep, ulte pìyeng oel ayngaru vurit Kxener Tireayä.

Kam txana krr, kelku soli 'ewana taronyu na'rìngmì. Lu po nawri tskofa sì tulyu awin, slä lu  poru hafyon ahì'i nì'aw. Kamä pxìm po peyä ayeylanhu nemfa na'rìng fte taron pxaya trr, ulte na pxìm txìng pol foti taluna lu fo kì'ong nìhawng. Fpìl pol futa lu po taronyu anawm, slä peyä olo'ä hoaktul poti nìn ulte natxu poti.

Poleng poru fol san nari si. Hawl fya'oti ngeyä srekrr tsa'uìlä 'ärìp. Rä'ä tul hrrapnemfa, tengkrr mong tìtxurit sì tìnawriti ngeyä, txo fkiveytok fya'o akxuke nì'ul. Ulte furia lu txep ngeyä wew 'efu am'ake srekrr txìng ngal tsat fte taron, fteke oeyk ngal tìska'ati sìk.

'ewana taronyu ke tolìng mikyun. Mowarìri hoaktuyä peyä hangham po krra ke tsun stivawm fo poti, ulte syaw foru ayfnawe'tu a meyp sì kì'ong nìhawng kuma ke tsun tivaron na po. Futa ke nayekx na'rìngìl poti taluna lu po nawm fìtxan kuma käpivin skiva'a fte tsakem si pol peyä ayeylanur poleng. Ulte ralori lolu po eyawr – ke nekx poti na'rìngìl.

Krrka sätaron, tengkrr yerom pol wutsoti, 'ewana taronyul smarit a 'erärìp na'rìngmì stolawm. Pxìswaway, spolä po fte fewi tsat. Txewro 'awmä peyä, hìpey po, ulte nìn peyä txepit a palon mi. Peng pol snoru futa lìsyu po win fìtxan kuma tìsyätxaw smarhu srekrr 'uo afe' tsun liven. Am'ake, tolul po fte sutx ioangit.

Poti smarìl oleyk na'rìngnemfa, ulte pol txepit ye'rìn tswa' nìwotx. Vaykrr 'eraku swizawit peyä pa'ota yerìkä pol ke tseri kxenerit. Uo po, tepviti hufwel stìmä'ni – ulte verirä nìwin txep.

Hifwo ayioang, ulte nìteng hifwo 'ewana taronyu.

Tìfpxamol txe'lanit peyä fpeykap. Slu ewll layon popxaw, ulte ayioang zawng tengkrr tsayu txepeo zup. Tawit vawm sleyku kxenerìl, ulte yaru txepìva teya si vaykrr po ke tsun syeha sivi. Tìtxurit sì tìnawriti peyä ke tsun sleyku nìtam win poti kuma po fì'uftu tsun hivifwo. Mesopìru peyä tìsom teya si, ulte nì'i'a nekx txepìl poti tengkrr na'rìng popxaw terkup.

Tengkrr terkup po, 'änsyema tireafa peyä 'efu 'ewana taronyu tìsraw sì tìngusä'än a amoeyk pol. 'efu po ayewll sì ayioang apusalon, sì lopx olo'ä peyä tengkrr tul fo txepftu. Omum pol futa tìkelul tìkusllfro'ä peyä tìterkupit sì tìska'ati munge kelkune peyä. Eywafa 'efu po tìsraw na'ringä, ulte po tsngawvìk.

Ulte tsakrr Eywa 'olìp, ulte na'rìng 'olìp, ulte 'ewana taronyu lolu le'awtu nìwotx.

Po nawma sä'nokur syaw, slä ke fkeytok kea tì'eyng. Tìska'al txepä poti 'olaku nìt'iluke Eywa'evengftu. Kawkrr ke 'efu po le'awtu fìtxan, luke sätare hu rusey alahe. Samop po kxamlä kifkey, fte fmi rivun fya'oti a eyk Eywane, lu tirea luke tokx.

Vurìl plltxe futa mi serop po fìtrr. Lam fwa lu poru tokx a ta kxener, tafral syaw fko poru Kxener Tirea. Txo tse'a ngal poti, nari si – taluna tsenga po srer, txepìl nìyong. Suteol plltxe futa srer po fte pllhrr Na'viti tsa'uteri; sutel alahe plltxe futa munge nìyey tsa'ut pol pohu krra po sop. Kawkrr awngal tìngayti ke omum, taluna ke tsun pivlltxe po, ulte holan keng tsasätareti afyin. Nì'aw tsun ivomum awnga futa ayngal sweylu txo ziverok sänumviti a keyeyìl peyä kar, fteke layu ayngaru tenga syay afpxamo.

English: The Smoke Spirit

Come sit around the fire, and I will tell you the tale of the Smoke Spirit.

Long ago, there lived a young hunter in the forest. He was skilled with a bow, and a fast runner, but had only a little wisdom. He would often go into the woods with his friends to hunt for many days, and just as often would impatiently leave them behind because they were too slow. He thought he was a great hunter, but the elders of his clan looked at him and disapproved.

“Be careful,” they told him. “Prepare your path before following it. Do not rush into danger, trusting your strength and talent for protection, if there is a safer way. And be certain your campfire is cold before you leave it to hunt, lest you cause destruction.”

The young hunter did not listen. He laughed at his elders' advice when they could not hear, and called them cowards too weak and slow to hunt the forest like him. The forest would not take him, he bragged to his friends, for he was so great it would have to destroy itself to do so. And, in a way, he was right – the forest did not take him.

During one hunt, while he was eating supper, the young hunter heard prey moving in the forest. Immediately, he leaped to chase it. At the edge of his camp, he hesitated, looking back at his still-burning fire. He told himself he would be so fast that he would return with his prey before something bad could happen. Confident, he ran to chase the animal.

The prey led him into the forest, and he soon forgot his fire entirely. He did not notice the smoke until he was removing his arrow from the yerìk's side. Behind him, sparks had been caught by the wind – and the fire was spreading fast.

The animals fled, and so did the young hunter.

Terror made his heart pound. The plants blackened around him, and animals screamed as they fell before the fire. The sky grew dark with smoke, ash filling the air until he couldn't breathe. His strength and talent could not make him fast enough to escape this. Heat filled his lungs, and at last the fire consumed him as the forest died around him.

As he died, the young hunter felt the pain and suffering he had caused in his entire spirit. He felt plants and animals burning, and the panic of his clan as they ran from the fire. He knew that his irresponsibility had brought death and destruction to his home. Through Eywa, he felt the forest's pain, and he wept.

And then Eywa vanished, and the forest vanished, and the young hunter was utterly alone.

He cried out for his Great Mother, but there was no answer. The destruction of the fire had taken him away from Eywa'eveng forever. He had never felt so alone, with no connection to another living thing. He traveled the world, trying to find a way back to Eywa, a spirit without a body.

The story says he still travels today. He appears to be made of smoke, so he is called the Smoke Spirit. Should you see him, be careful – where he appears, fire will soon follow. Some say he appears to warn the People of it; others say he simply brings it with him when he travels.We will never know the truth, for he cannot speak, and has lost even that simple connection. We can only know you should  remember the lesson his mistakes teach, lest you share his horrible fate.

[renjunvinates]

From Me to You

Summary: At one point all of them liked you, but there’s someone who has  kept their strong feelings for you this entire time. Different liking timelines, but one same boy. Seven anonymous letters with Seven boys, but ONE secret confession letter leaked. Who wrote the letter?

word count: 2.2k

slty masterlist - prologue 1 - prologue 2

1 Mark Lee - The Childhood Best Friend 2 Huang Renjun - The Next Door Neighbor 7 Lee Jeno - The Basketball Captain 3 Lee Donghyuk - My Brother’s Roommate 5 Na Jaemin My Brother’s Best Friend 4 Zhong Chenle - My Astronomy Partner 6 Park Jisung My Dance Parter

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Zhong Chenle My Astronomy Partner

(y/n)’s p.o.v

I woke up groaning realizing I had to meet up with Chenle for our astronomy project. I got out of bed and went to go get ready. As I finished getting ready I glanced over the pile of letters that were still unsolved. I sighed and grabbed them and shoved them in my bag, I left my room only to find Hyuk still knocked out on the couch. I went to the kitchen to grab a snack and saw Jaehyun making coffee.

“Morning, someone seems a bit grumpy,” Jaehyun said.

“Well gee yesterday was a stressful day and I think today might be another stressful day,” I sighed heavily

“Where are you off too?”

“Project with Chenle,”

“Ah, so what exactly happened yesterday?” “Just boys being boys and being dumb and annoying,”

“Yeah boys are dumb,”

“Wow coming from a boy,” I joked.

“I mean it’s true, we don’t communicate often and we assume pouring our feelings is a taboo and whack and so yeah,”

“Well I wished you guys did, but who am I to say. I’m no better,”

“Yeah well, are you going to ask Chenle about the letters too?”

“Well I know he’s not in love with me, that's for sure, I’ve already eliminated three letters I have five more to go,”

“How do you know he’s not in love with you?”

“Because Mark has a big mouth,” Donghyuk said as he yawned.

“Facts, but I also asked for a hint,” I said.

“Well how are you going to ask him about the letter?” Jaehyun asked.

“Maybe I'll just straight up ask him, or maybe ask if he’s ever written a letter? I don’t know. I just wished ONE of you told me,”

“We’re no snakes,” Hyuk said.

“Well you’re acting like one to me,”

“Ouch, come on it’s not like that,”

“Yeah, whatever. I gotta go or else Chenle is going to spam me,”

“Good luck sis,”

I waved off and left the house and headed over to Chenle’s house. I knocked on the door and he opened it and greeted me with his smile. We headed towards Chenle’s room and sat down, things got quiet and awkward and I think it's because of last night incidents. I was going to say something but Chenle beat me to it.

“I’m sorry about yesterday, I would tell you but the hyungs forbade me and I don’t really want to get in trouble by them,” He pouted.

“Chenle, you don’t have to apologize to me, I know you don’t want to start anything either,”

“I know, but I feel like you deserve to know many things,” he sighed.

“Well here how about this,” I said.

I dug through my bag and pulled out a bunch of letters and then handed it to them and told them to read them. He looked at me and then looked at the letters and then started reading the letters, his eyes widened and I think it’s because he realized one of his letters was in that pile.

“Will you tell me which letter you wrote? Don’t be embarrassed! After you tell me i’ll tell you everything I know and how I got these letters,”

Chenle handed me one of the letters and I looked at the letter and looked at the date of it, the date on the letter was March 7th 2016. I re-read the letter and it started to make sense to me, I looked at Chenle and his face was blushing, and then he looked away from me.

“Chenle you’re so cute,” I giggled.

“It’s not funny, my feelings were sincere though,” He blushed.

“I know, but I know you’re not in love with me,”

“How do you know?”

“Mark told me the person in love with me has the letter J in their name,”

“He’s not wrong,”

“I know he’s not, Donghyuk told me too,”

“So who knows?”

“Well I know Mark’s, Renjun’s, and Donghyuk’s letter,

“Wait, is that why you and Renjun were arguing during movie night?”

“Well it wasn’t an argument, I was just an emotional mess, but yeah,”

“He admitted his letter?”

“Yeah a letter back in 2015, and then told me he has no feelings for me anymore,”

“...oh,”

“Do you know something?”

“I do, but I know hyung would be mad at me if I said something” He frowned.

“It’s okay, I figured you wouldn’t say either,”

‘How did you even get these letters?”

“They were mailed to me, Jaehyun told me they were mailed to me,”

“So I’m guessing Jisung, Jeno, and Jaemin are left,”

“Yeah, but I mean I don’t even know where to start,”

“Wait, there are four letters still missing then, but there are only three boys left?”

“Exactly, the 2019 one though, its a current confession letter and I have no idea who  it is,”

“It says when you were kids?”

“Yeah, which only means Jisung, since Renjun told me he doesn't like me like that anymore,”

“But what if one of them is lying?”

“Renjun would never lie to me, and I don’t think Jisung would lie to me either,”

“Some boys in our groups our cowards and that’s no shade or anything, its facts,”

I laughed at Chenle and smiled at him, and he looked at me and smiled back.

“Don’t worry, soon things will be resolved,” “I know it’s just, it was just so  sudden and out of nowhere, “

“Do you by chance like Jeno?” “... How did you?”

“I mean you guys were hugging that night, I can only assume from there, but now asking you straight up your face says it all,”

“Don’t tell him, he probably doesn’t even like me anymore,”

“I won’t, it’s just how would you feel if the letter was from him?”

“I would be in utter shock, I mean… I feel like he doesn’t even look at me like that,”

“You and your low self confidence talk, you know you got to understand your worth sometimes. You know at one point all of us liked you at one point, so that obviously says something. Stop doubting yourself (y/n). You are a likable person, believe it or not,”

“Yeah, and all of you stopped liking me,”

“Yeah because of one certain person, besides wew knew you were never going to return our feelings back. Am I wrong? You rejected all the others boys already and now me, and you admitted you liked Jeno,”

“Why are you the second youngest and you’re giving me the fattest and most wisest lecture,”

“Because I’m an intellectual unlike these hyungs,” He laughed.

“You know, you’re probably right, Mark was just mocking me about this, Renjun clearly left me hanging and Hyuk was just being a tease,”

“Yeah, but you still adore us. Okay, we really need to work on this project,”

“You’re right. Thank you Chenle, thank you for talking with me about this and trying to boost my confidence up, it means a lot to me,”

“Of course, that's what friends are for,” he smiled.

After many hours passing, chenle and I were burnt out from working on our projects, we looked at each other and nodded and decided to call it quits. I got up and gathered all my notes and shoved them into my bag, waved Chenle goodbye and left his out and proceeded to walk back home to my place. As soon as I entered the door, I got hit and fell to the floor. I looked up to see who opened the door and I saw it was Jaemin. He looked at me and then panicked and helped me up and apologized to me.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that, I was just going to take the trash out for you guys because I lost a bet,” Jaemin said.

“Relax, it’s fine just please help me gather my things,” I replied.

He nodded and helped me pick up my stuff that were scattered everywhere on the cement floor. He gave me back my stuff and I shoved them back into my bag and went inside the house and he ran to the garbage can and toss the trash and followed me after.

“Welcome back, by the way Jaemin’s  here,” Hyuk said.

“I know, he made me drop all my stuff and made me fall,” I replied.

“Woah, he made you fall,  like in love or like literally,”

“Very funny,  but no. As I was about to open the door he opened it and that ended up hitting my face and I lost balance and fell,”

“Wait, that’s actually funny,”

Jaemin entered the room and sat on the couch with Donghyuk and soon Jaehyun entered the room.

“So, how was Chenle,” Jaehyun asked.

‘Wait, you like Chenle?” Jaemin asked.

“Oh my god, no. I was over there working on our project together,” I replied.

“Oh,” Jaemin’s eyebrows raised.

“Gross,” I took a pillowed and chucked it at him.

“It’s just a joke,” Jaemin laughed.

“Jeez, you’re so inappropriate,” I said.

“So how was it?” Hyuk asked.

“It was fine, nothing special happened. Just learned some new things,”

“Hmmm” Jaehyun hummed.

I looked at Jaehyun and darted my eyes at him and told him to shut up. Jaehyun put his hands up and surrendered.

“He didn’t even say anything,” Jaemin said.

“Yeah, but I knew what he was thinking,” I replied.

“Oh, and what was that?” Donghyuk teased.

“Shut it Hyuk, or I will end you,” I threatened.

“Come on, what is it? Am I the only one who’s missing something?” Jaemin asked.

“Maybe,” Jaehyun shrugged.

“(y/n)?” Jaemin asked.

“I’m going to my room, and none of you dare follow me. I want to be alone,”

I stared at everyone and gave them my death glares and proceeded to go upstairs. I went towards my bed and plopped down and laid there looking at the ceiling. I grabbed my bag and pulled out the remaining four letters and re-read them. It wasn’t until Jaemin barged in. I sat up and shoved the letters under my blanket.

“I know, and it’s not me,” Jaemin said,

-

slty masterlist - prologue 1 - prologue 2

1 Mark Lee - The Childhood Best Friend 2 Huang Renjun - The Next Door Neighbor 7 Lee Jeno - The Basketball Captain 3 Lee Donghyuk - My Brother’s Roommate 5 Na Jaemin My Brother’s Best Friend 4 Zhong Chenle - My Astronomy Partner 6 Park Jisung My Dance Parter

[another-miracle]

I was tagged by @ruleofexception​, thank you! ❤

AO3 name: another-miracle

Fandom(s): Akagami no Shirayukihime, Fruits Basket, Akatsuki no Yona, (*whispers*homestuck)

Number of fics: 

On AO3 - 23 

On Tumblr - ....120... (i’m a big one shot writer okay)

1. Fic you spent the most time on: intermission - *sigh* Ok, maybe it’s not the fic I’ve spent the most TIME on, but it’s the one that had the most teething problems. The thing about 50 prompts fics is that you are essentially coming up with 50 different narratives, but summarizing them in a single sentence. It was a good character analysis practice though :) It’s something I like to do when I enter a fandom to get a feel of how to write the characters :)

2. Fic you spent the least time on: wow this is hard hm... I write a lot of my fics in spurts and when im !emotional! haha but at the forefront of my mind, it would be the 3rd chapter of An Economy of Suffering. I remembered having so many feels about the fic that I just had to puke all of them into words. And I didn’t expect it to get as much traction as it did haha but it’s mostly thanks to my amazing co-authors haha (I DIDN’T KNOW YOU GUYS WERE (are) LIKE FANDOM ROYALTY AT THE TIME HAHAHA)

3. Longest fic: chasing after anthesis I don’t write a lot of long fics (I don’t have the patience or the tenacity), but this is my longest at 5,144 haha :)

4. Shortest fic: Day 3 of Kyoruweek2019 - Selfish, at 94 words wew

5. Most hits: Breathe (Hakyona), 2263

6. Most kudos:

On AO3 - also Breathe (Hakyona) with 181

On Tumblr - i will draw the sky for you (miraculous ladybug) with 221 notes

7. Most comment threads: haha An Economy of Suffering mostly due to Jen and Joanna being interactive authors (unlike me oops)

8. Fave fic you wrote: between redemption and living (kyoru) - I was so glad the anime rebooted and I was so happy to re-enter the fandom and this fic was a love letter to Natsuki Takaya for sure (: I’m really glad at the amount of traction it’s getting too!

9. Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: hm first one that comes to mind is fifth - since it is kind of an expansion of the 5 best moments of Obi’s life in Lyrias haha but I haven’t gotten around to starting anything yet

10. Share a bit of your WIP or share a story idea that you’re planning: nothing at the moment.. I had a story idea floating around but I forgot to write it down so I guess it’s lost forever :’)

Idk who to tag tbh... whoever wants to do go ahead! :)

[michelles-garden-of-evil]

Essay: The Broadcast History of Strange Paradise on WKBF-TV (Cleveland, OH)

WARNING: This essay contains spoilers for several episodes of Strange Paradise, the latest being Episode 94. If you do not wish to be spoiled, disable images and reload.

When Krantz Films’ now-obscure Gothic soap Strange Paradise premiered in the United States in September 1969, the company’s president Steve Krantz expected it to be a hit much like the similar, wildly popular serial Dark Shadows. “You thought every possible idea for a daytime drama had already been used?” one copywriter wrote in a trade magazine. “How about Colin Fox playing the dual role of a millionaire industrialist and his 300-years-dead ancestor, in a show set in the Caribbean, involving voodoo? Don’t laugh. Wait until you see the ratings.” Despite this initial optimism, Strange Paradise’s ratings failed to live up to anyone’s expectations, leading to an early cancellation in most American markets. The Cleveland, Ohio station WKBF-TV (Channel 61), an ultra-high frequency (UHF) channel owned by Kaiser Broadcasting, was no exception. The broadcast history of Strange Paradise in Cleveland provides a typical example of the quick decline and premature cancellation that the show saw on most networks that carried it in the United States.

In this essay, we will use the Cleveland newspaper The Plain Dealer to trace the short broadcast history of Strange Paradise on WKBF-TV from its beginnings in the 7 p.m. prime-time slot to its cancellation. After that, we will examine an anecdotal account of a second run of the show’s first arc in 1971 and determine whether the series aired again in Cleveland during that year.

Strange Paradise in The Plain Dealer

Banner advertisements for Strange Paradise from the Friday, September 12, 1969 issue of The Plain Dealer (pp. 107, 110, and 118, respectively).[1]

In the lead-up to its premiere on Monday, September 15, 1969, Kaiser Broadcasting promoted Strange Paradise heavily in the Friday, September 12 issue of The Plain Dealer. Banners appeared at the bottom of the television schedule’s pages, referencing the show’s voodoo theme and encouraging the newspaper’s readers to “meet Quito and Raxl,” two of the show’s major characters. The Selections section of The Plain Dealer’s Friday TV guides ran episode summaries to entice viewers to tune in. The show aired in the 7 pm timeslot, pitting it against Gilligan’s Island, Truth or Consequences, and other popular programs.

Excerpt from the TV schedule for Monday, September 15, 1969, from The Plain Dealer (September 12, 1969), p. 110. In this listing and all subsequent others, the listings for WKBF/Kaiser/Channel 61 appear in the far right column.

Summary of the pilot episode from the same issue, p. 117. The timeslot is listed inaccurately as 7:30 pm.

In theory, Strange Paradise’s original timeslot put it in a position to get good ratings. Bryan Gruszka writes that “initially, the series enjoyed strong ratings,“ but this seems unlikely to be the case in Cleveland. As a UHF channel, many televisions (particularly older sets) did not pick up reception from Kaiser, leaving the viewership low for all of its programs compared to the very-high frequency (VHF) “Big Three” networks of NBC (Channel 3/WKYC), ABC (Channel 5/WEWS), and CBS (Channel 8/WJW).[2] Every one of the Top 30 highest-rated programs of the 1969-1970 season aired on the Big Three television networks, further suggesting a low viewership for WKBF and other UHF channels. Disappointed by the show’s ratings, Kaiser moved it to daytime and scheduled Star Trek reruns in its place, which attracted far more prime-time viewers.[3]

3 pm listings from the TV schedule for September 29, 1969, from The Plain Dealer (September 29, 1969), p. 39.

Episode 11 summary from the same page.

Strange Paradise made the move to daytime television by Monday, September 29, when WKBF rescheduled it at 3 pm. In this new timeslot, it competed against two other soap operas, Another World (NBC) and General Hospital (ABC), which attracted 9.6 million and 8.5 million viewers, respectively, during the 1969-1970 season. Ratings for Strange Paradise do not appear on the list of soap opera ratings for this season, although it aired on the Big Three networks in some other markets. Because of this, it is impossible to know exactly how it fared against its competitors, but it most likely attracted few viewers.

During this period, episode summaries continued to run on the Selections pages of the weekly TV guides released on Fridays. Many of these are identical or nearly identical to the “Lost Episode” summaries from the Newport Daily News and The Fitchburg Sentinel documented on Curt Ladnier’s blog Maljardin: Tales from the Desmond Family Crypt. These summaries described early drafts of the episodes before the show’s producers mandated major rewrites, meaning that the events described in the listings did not correspond to the plots of the broadcasted episodes. Notable changes included the death of one character whom the summaries indicated originally remained alive, the omission of a flashback nightmare sequence about another character’s previous incarnation, and the focus of the main plotline shifting to the discovery of a mysterious black rabbit with a bloodied locket around its neck (which the summaries do not mention). The “Lost Episode” summaries continued through Episode 50, after which the published descriptions once again accurately reflected the episodes’ contents.

Summary of the original Episode 36, from “Monday Selections,” The Plain Dealer (October 31, 1969), p. 121. The description nearly matches this “Lost Episode” summary on Ladnier’s blog.

The original Episode 37 ("Tuesday Selections,” p. 125). The description is similar to the one discussed in this post, save that this version indicates that Holly is unaware of the Temple’s purpose.

Episode 46 (”Monday Selections,” The Plain Dealer (November 14, 1969), p. 84).

Episode 50 (”Friday Selections,” The Plain Dealer (November 21,1969), p. 76).

In early December, the series disappeared from Channel 61′s schedule, most likely because it struggled to compete against General Hospital and Another World for viewers. The show is absent from the "Television Today" guides as early as Tuesday, December 2, although summaries for that week's episodes appeared in the weekly guide from the previous Friday's issue and the other schedules from the same week still listed it in its 3 p.m. timeslot. The paper for Tuesday, December 9 included a summary corresponding to the plot of Episode 62, despite Strange Paradise’s replacement with The Huckleberry Hound Show. By the release of the Friday, December 12 paper, the show no longer appeared in neither the TV schedules nor the selections, indicating its cancellation.

Episode 62 summary from “Tuesday’s Selections,” The Plain Dealer (December 9, 1969), p. 30.

The revised schedule for 3 pm, according to the schedule on the same page. Note “Huck Hound” in the far right column.

After a month of absence, Strange Paradise returned to the channel on Monday, December 29 in the new timeslot of 11 pm. Airing resumed with Episode 56, which may indicate that Episode 55 was the last to air the previous year. Over the course of the next two months, WKBF broadcast the conclusion of Maljardin, the series’ first 65-episode arc, and began showing the second arc, the overtly Dark Shadows-inspired Desmond Hall.

However, the show’s viewers would not get to watch Desmond Hall through to its conclusion. On February 10, 1970, television columnist William Hickey wrote, “’Strange Paradise,’ the strangely bubbling soaper, will disappear from Channel 61 tomorrow night at 11 and will be replaced by reruns of ‘Alfred Hitchcock Presents.’”[4] This cancellation coincided with the introduction of the character Agatha Pruitt and the beginning of a new subplot centered around her blackmail and attempted seduction of protagonist Jean Paul Desmond, leaving that plot unresolved, not to mention the second arc’s overarching plot about the mysterious disappearance of Jean Paul’s brother Philip.

Summary of Episode 87, the last episode confirmed to have aired on WKBF, from “Tuesday’s Selections,” The Plain Dealer (February 6, 1970), p. 95.

Nevertheless, episode summaries of Strange Paradise continued to run in the highlights sections of the paper’s TV guides over the next week. The last episode summary to appear in The Plain Dealer describes the plot of Episode 94 and is noticeably more detailed than most previous summaries:

Summary of Episode 94, originally scheduled to air on Thursday, February 19, 1970. From “Thursday’s Selections,” The Plain Dealer (February 13, 1970), p. 103.

Strange Paradise’s run on WKBF ended abruptly in the middle of the second arc, leaving all of its plots unresolved and many viewers uncertain of the fates of Jean Paul, Agatha, Raxl, and others. WKBF-TV would disappear from the airwaves in 1975, leaving Cleveland-area fans unable to watch the series again until its release on VHS in the 1990s. That is unless an anecdote about its first arc re-airing in the Cleveland area is true.

A Second Run?

After Strange Paradise finished its original run in May 1970, a handful of stations available in the United States, including Canadian and Mexican stations based near the borders, rebroadcast it in syndication. It is possible that WKBF may have also rebroadcast it, but we have only anecdotal evidence. In a 2007 post on the Strangeparadise2 Yahoo! Group, user Larry M. (larmic1) claimed to have watched syndicated re-runs of the series’ first arc in 1971. He wrote,

I was living in Cleveland, Ohio [in 1971], and the "new" show came on about 7 or 7:30pm weeknights, so that leads me to believe it was syndicated. I believe that time is also when I used to watch Strange Paradise, so the station was obviously after that audience. It was just such a surprise when I finally came across the show after coming home from winter break from college, and totally pissed that I pretty much had missed the whole series! It was probably on for all of 3-4 months total. Seems like nobody else watched it either!

If the show did indeed air again in Cleveland in 1971, no evidence exists of its rebroadcast in The Plain Dealer’s listings. Here is an excerpt from the evening schedule for Wednesday, January 6, 1971:

And here is another from Tuesday, December 28 of the same year:

Although the schedule writers abbreviated the names of most shows, one can still tell in most cases what shows they refer to: “Jeannie” must be I Dream of Jeannie, “Hogan” Hogan’s Heroes, etc. (It helps that many of these shows are still well-known today, largely because of re-runs on various networks.) Given that neither Strange Paradise, any abbreviations of its title, nor anything to the effect of “Island of Evil” appear in these listings, one can safely conclude that no Cleveland-based stations re-ran the show during that period.

Even so, evidence exists that residents of northeast Ohio could tune into broadcasts from the Windsor, Ontario-based Canadian station CKLW-TV in the early 1970s. Federal Communications Commission (FCC) records from the 1970s indicate that CKLW-TV, based near the Ontario-Michigan border, was available in the Cleveland-Lorain-Akron market on Channel 9 in 1972 and possibly earlier as well. Larry M. most likely would have viewed Strange Paradise on this Canadian channel in 1971. However, even this is doubtful, because, thus far, we have been unable to uncover any evidence of its re-airing in 1971 on CKLW or any other Ontario channels.

Conclusion

For five months from September 1969 to February 1970, the Gothic serial Strange Paradise aired on WKBF-TV (Channel 61) in the Cleveland area. Premiering at 7 p.m. on September 15 after heavy promotion, it changed time slots twice--first in the same daytime slot as two more popular soaps and then in the late night--before its cancellation on February 11. Part of the show was allegedly re-broadcast the following year, but thusfar no evidence exists of listings of Strange Paradise on any channels based in the Great Lakes region in 1971. Although it quickly fell into obscurity in northeast Ohio, Larry M.’s post is evidence that it had local fans and that, even long after its cancellation, it was not forgotten.

Notes

[1] All clippings from The Plain Dealer come from the NewsBank InfoWeb database Historical Cleveland Plain Dealer (1845-1991). They are all reproduced under fair use for the purpose of education.

[2] Many people alive in this era, the author’s parents (born 1964) included, insist that “there were only three channels” in Cleveland in the late 1960s and early 1970s. This attests to the obscurity of Channel 61.

[3] According to Wikipedia, “the most popular and most profitable program on WKBF were syndicated reruns of the original Star Trek. It was well known that WKBF had rebroadcast the entire 79-episode original series in the exact order of play that had been originally shown on NBC when it aired on that network, and had also paid out of its own pocket for the special high-contrast black-and-white prints of the show in order to do so. In another bold move for the times, the show also ran in its original length, without additional editing for commercials.”

[4] William Hickey, "Tony Winners Promise a CBS Drama Delight," The Plain Dealer (February 10, 1970), p. 20 (6-B).

[snicketstrange]

The dynamics of duble agents in VFD deduction

This is one more text to understand the basis of the text I call "A Brief History of VFD hypothesis"

VFD is a secret organization, and like most secret organizations, it has levels. As the person becomes more reliable, or reaches a certain age, the person advances at the levels of the organization. This is demonstrated by Jacques Snicket's letter to his brother. (Considering LSTUA does not present fruadulent documents). Jacques Snicket wrote: LSTUA chapter 6: "Under normal circumstances, new volunteers like ourselves would not receive disguise training until our years of apprenticeship wew finished, but we have not been under normal circumstances for quite some time." By this time Lemony was about to marry Beatrice, so he was no longer a child. By this time Lemony had already written a review of Olaf's play. Lemony had gone through all the theoretical training in VFD, and now we know that he had even gone to SBTS. Still, Jacques referred to himself and Lemony as new members, still in their apprenticeship years. Lemony received from his brother the disguises and instructions on how to use them. This seems to indicate that only trusted VFD members relay such information and equipment after many, many years of learning and observation. In fact, in File Under 13, we realize that there are secret evaluations of the performance of new members of the organization. This shows something interesting about Olaf: He had equipment and training in the disguise kit. Apparently, Olaf reached the level of trusted member in VFD, and completed the apprenticeship with praise. This is strange in many ways. From Olaf's description of TBL, apparently Olaf was from the same class as Lemony. If even Jacques, who was older, still considered himself to be in his apprenticeship years, it seems unlikely that Olaf would have become a trusted member of VFD anytime soon. Moreover, Olaf's attitude as described in TBL was very unpleasant from Lemony's point of view. Finally, Olaf's Schism showed that Olaf's attitude was more than an unfounded distrust of Lemony. In other words, I seriously suspect that inside fire extinguishing side of VFD there were undercover agents on the incendiary side. These undercover agents would have facilitated Olaf's assertion by VFD confidence levels. This suspicion is not just mine. In fact, LSTUA chapter 3 indicates that some members of VFD also suspected this. On page 45 we find the following sentence: "There is only one explanation for our secret location has been discovered, over and over again: a member of VFD - perhaps even someone in this very room - has betrayed us." This conclusion helps us understand other aspects involving the Daily Punctilio. You may recall that Lemony, Jacques, R and many other VFD members worked at the Daily Punctilio. In addition, while Lemony worked at the Daily Punctilio, he sent important messages to VFD members through the pages of the newspaper. We see this in Jacques's letter to Lemony on page 96 of LSTUA: "It will no longer be possible for you to communicate with us through The Daily Punctilio." In addition, while Jacques Snicket worked at The Daily Punctilio, he reported that the Royal Garden fires were criminals, and even reported the AA fire related events. Also, for VFD it was important to keep the Daily Punctilio articles, according to K's letter to the cheesemakers. So apparently for a long time the Daily Punctilio was a fire-fighting sidekick of VFD. But all that changed at the time of the Olaf Schism. The Daily Punctilio editor-in-chief showed her true colors, dismissing Lemony, and showing full support to Olaf. This seems to me to be coordinated action. At the same time, Olaf allied himself with the bearded but hairless man, as the report on page 131 in chapter 11 indicates. As the following report indicates, on page 118, police detectives helped conceal a murder. It all happened in a short time, according K's letter to Dear Deary in LSTUA. All of these seem to be evidence of an old plan being put in place, something involving infiltration of dormant agents into VFD. This deduction works to clarify some details. First, we come to understand when the VFD recognition code came to work. The code in which someone says, "I didn't realize it was a sad occasion," whose answer is "The world is quiet here," was created after Olaf's Schism. (ATWQ shows that there were no recognition codes in VFD at the time of the events narrated in ATWQ. Lemony explained that VFD members at that time needed to recognize each other through their attitudes. And there is a report in File under 13 in that a VFD member thinks he met another VFD member and he needs to ask "are you part of a secret organization?" because there were no recognition codes at the time of ATWQ. Quigley at TSS showed that this code was not just for waiters when he tried to use the same code with the Baudelaire siblings in the cave.) This code had to be explained to Lemony in Jacques's letter to Lemony when Lemony was already an adult. Jacques Snicket was instructed to teach this code to trusted members only after the Olaf Schism. Thus, people who have clearly supported Olaf's Schism do not know this code. And that is clear from LSTUA in chapter 8 on pages 134-137. Eleanora Poe does not know the VFD recognition code. Despite this, the waiter insistently says "I didn't realize it was a sad occasion". The Waiter is saying this because he thought Eleonora was a member of VFD. However, the waiter did not know that Eleonora had supported Olaf during the Olaf Schism. Another illuminating detail is the reason for Lemony's doubt about Hal's loyalty. Lemony said in THH chapter 4 that he spent investigating Hal for several months to make sure Hal was not a spy. Apparently Hal was a member of VFD, as almost all librarians are members of VFD. Lemony's investigation time may have been several months before the events in TPP. When Hal proved trustworthy, not an arson supporter, Hal was summoned by Dewey's friend to take part in the fragmented plan at Hotel D. Only then did Hal receive the information regarding the recognition code. Hal tried to use the code at the hotel. But Hal had a special mission in the fragmented plane. Hal needed to earn the trust of Olaf and Esme. Hal apparently had to bring false information to Olaf and Esme in order for Olaf to believe in the arrival of the sugar bowl through the crows, and to believe that the laundry room was where the sugar bowl would fall. Hal then became a fake double agent. In front of Olaf and Esme Olaf, Hal pretended to be someone who was supporting the incendiary side, but in fact he was supporting Lemony and JS's secret plan. Interestingly, Hal apparently met JS personally, which may be evidence that JS was the mysterious supporter of Dewey But the deductions don't stop here. When you understand the dynamics of sleeping double agents, you can think better of what probably happened between the managers of the Hotel D. Ernest and Frank are admittedly members of opposite sides of the Schism. The fire-extinguishing side knows that Ernest is on the incendiary side. But nothing indicates that the incendiary side knows that the fire-extinguishing side knows this. Moreover, during the many years Hotel D was in operation, Ernest did not act against his brothers. Understanding the dynamics of sleeping double agents, we have a couple of possibilities: 1) Ernest didn't act against his brothers because it would ruin the disguise he believed was still working. 2) The fire-extinguishing side (or Lemony and his supporters) discovered that Ernest was a sleeping double agent, and instead of spreading it to the winds, took advantage of this to allow Ernest to send false information to the incendiary side. 3) The fact that Ernest, Dewey, and Frankl looked the same would allow Dewey or Frank himself to impersonate Ernest and infiltrate the incendiary side. And of course there is a possibility, though remote, that Ernest had turned heartily to the fire extinguisher side, and was helping his brothers all the time by pretending to be on the incendiary side. But in any case, I want to show in this text that in the main story of ASOUE and LSTUA there is strong evidence that the dual agent dynamic was underway. Of course, in TBL there is also an indication of this in the letter LS to BB # 5. The Sebald Code Question: "Are you certain your Co-star is one of us?" It is evidence that there were members of VFD that Lemony suspected were not "one of us." But now think: If Ernest was infiltrated with VFD when he was still a child, were there no other children on the incendiary side infiltrated with VFD? Such children should gain the trust of other members, but actually be agents of evil. And you can watch the movie "Salt" with Angelina Jolie to understand more about sleeping agents.