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And If Thou Wilt, Forget: a TMA fanfic

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Chapter 34: Roses make the bramble sightly

“Do you really think they’re dating?” Martin asked quietly.

Tim looked up from his laptop, the W already forming on his lips, to see that Martin wasn’t looking at him. He was looking towards the entrance to the Archives. In that instant, Tim put two and two together.

“Who, Jon and that police officer?” Tim glanced over his shoulder in time to see the door shut. “Nah. I think Jon just told me that to keep me from hitting on her when she comes to visit.”

That, thankfully, pulled Martin out of whatever weird head space he was in. He looked at Tim, startled. “You—you have a partner.”

“And I routinely flirt with people to get information out of them,” Tim pointed out. “Didn’t say I was going to do anything serious with her.” He closed his laptop, stood, and patted Martin consolingly on the shoulder. “I don’t think Jon’s in a state to date anyone right now, Martin, but I think it makes him feel better if he thinks I believe that.”

Martin looked beseechingly up at Tim. “Then why does she keep coming by?”

Tim shrugged. “Tell you what. I’m going to lunch. If she’s still out there when I get out, I’ll ask her. Go get a cup of tea, and if Sasha’s not back in twenty minutes, you have my permission to pour it onto her laptop.”

“That’d be a waste of good tea,” Martin mumbled, but he did manage a small smile.

Tim stretched and headed for the door. It was a couple weeks to Halloween, and things were…things were happening. He and Gerry had gone into the tunnels a few times since the first time to see how Jon was progressing, but not often. Tim always wound up oddly drained and shaky when they spent too long down there, which made Gerry worry, and while he’d teased him about fussing it actually touched him. He was also pretty sure he’d seen, heard, or felt someone else down there on a couple of occasions, which wasn’t necessarily the worst thing in the world but definitely wasn’t the best. It was possible that whoever or whatever was down there had killed Gertrude, but they’d seen no evidence that it was armed. Also, why would it have let them continue to wander around down there without confronting or taking them out, too? Still, it was something, and Tim couldn’t help but think about his thoughts the first time he’d been down there about the sorts of creatures that dwelt in labyrinths.

Sasha was still taking extended lunches five days out of eleven. Martin was still working overtime trying to play peacemaker. Tim was still trying to figure out why he cared so much, why he didn’t just leave them all to take whatever was coming to them, metaphorically wash his hands of them all, and focus on stopping the Unknowing. He got why he was so protective of Martin, obviously, not liking Martin would be like kicking a puppy. What he really didn’t understand was his conflict over Jon. He wanted to hate him, wanted to be angry at him for what he’d done, wanted to blame him for Gertrude’s death. And he did. But coupled with that, and often overriding his desires, was an instinct—no, an innate need—to protect him, to make sure he was safe, to keep him whole and secure.

Jon, for his part, was probably still plotting to kill them all.

Tim stepped out the side door into the late October sunlight and almost ran smack into one Officer Basira Hussein of the Metropolitan Police, dressed in plainclothes and hovering in the courtyard like a stage door Johnny. She reeled back a couple steps, looking startled and annoyed. “Oh—sorry. Uh, Tim, right?”

“Yep. And you’re…Basira?” Jon had blurted out her name a while back when Tim had mentioned she’d been by looking for him, but they’d never been formally introduced.

“Yeah.” Basira jerked her chin towards the Institute. “Was looking for Sims. Is he around?”

“It’s his physical therapy day.” Allegedly, anyway. Tim was pretty sure he was actually stalking people when he said he was at the doctor’s, because he sure didn’t look like he was taking proper care of himself despite Martin’s—and Tim’s—best efforts. “He’ll be back in, like…twenty minutes maybe. Anything I can help you with, or is this not professional?”

Basira recoiled slightly, and Tim suppressed a smirk. Score one for Martin’s luck, then. “No! No, it’s nothing like that, I just—we’re working on a project.”

Tim studied Basira for a moment. She was a cop, not a detective, and he didn’t think she’d been with the force long, maybe five years. She struck him as someone who’d joined to fix the system from within, to do good, to help people, who really believed—or had once—in the whole “serve and protect” thing. Maybe a bit jaded now. Point was, she hadn’t joined to hunt down bad guys, which meant she probably hadn’t been Hunt-touched beforehand. She showed signs of having come in contact with it, but in the sense of sitting on the fence watching the chase go past than actually participating in it herself. Maybe she’d followed the hounds a time or two, but she wasn’t out front baying for vulpine blood.

That was good. It meant he didn’t have to put her down to keep her from spending time with the Archivist, and where had that thought come from?

Aloud, he said, “If it’s related to…you know, all this…I’ve actually been at the job longer than Jon has. I was Gertrude Robinson’s assistant before he came down here.”

At that, Basira’s gaze sharpened, just slightly. “You were?”

“You on duty, Officer….?” Tim prompted. He knew she wasn’t, but it never hurt to get it out in the open.

“Hussein. No, it’s my day off, ‘s why I’m here.” Basira’s hand strayed briefly to her pocket, then away. “Still. Mind if I talk to you? Off the record. Didn’t know Gertrude had an assistant before she died.”

“I don’t mind.” Unconsciously, Tim touched his own pocket and wasn’t surprised to feel the hard, vibrating little square of a tape recorder running full blast. The damn things turned up sometimes. He didn’t bother bringing it out, instead nodding at the wall. “We can sit here and chat. It’s pretty private.”

“Sure.” Basira sat down. “When did you start working for Gertrude Robinson?”

“Three years ago. Thirty-seven months and ten days, if you want to get technical. About a year and a half before she—died, I guess.” Tim sighed. “Still getting used to that.”

“After a year and a half?”

“For the first year I was convinced she was just missing,” Tim said ruefully. “No body, you know? I know there was all that blood, but honestly, I figured there was no way it could all be Gertrude’s. And nothing else was messed up.”

Basira eyed him. “You weren’t around when Bouchard found the blood, were you?”

Tim shook his head. “She had me on a trip to the Faroe Islands. Investigating one of the statements…did you nab that case when they first found the blood?”

“Honestly, don’t think the brass took it too seriously until we found the body,” Basira admitted. “What do you know about Section Thirty-One?”

“Of the Freedom of Information Act? It’s the part that restricts certain information regarding certain cases from being accessible by the public, right?”

“Yeah. Well, stuff like what you lot do here? That’s a Section Thirty-One.”

Tim nodded. “Makes sense. The general public thinks what we do is bullshit anyway, so I can only imagine how they’d react if they pulled a murder file and found that the cause of death was officially determined to be ‘removal of all bones without damaging the skin’. But just finding blood on a desk wouldn’t qualify for that, would it?”

Basira sighed. “Anything involving you lot is an automatic Section Thirty-One, so I don’t think they really bothered to investigate when it was just inexplicable blood. Then your boy found the body, and now we have to investigate. I tried arguing that it doesn’t look paranormal, but no dice.” She sighed. “What was she like, anyway? Nobody really seems to know, except Bouchard, and Daisy says she’d rather chew off her own arm and beat him to death with it than talk to him more than she has to. Even if she had the time, which she doesn’t.”

“Daisy?”

“Tonner. My partner. She’s CID, which means this is technically her case, but she’s the only Sectioned detective right now, so she’s swamped.” Basira eyed Tim. “So, Gertrude?”

“She was…how would you describe her?” Tim asked rhetorically. “Tough. No nonsense. Honestly, she could be a stone cold bitch when she wanted, or needed, to be. Ruthlessly efficient and suffered no fools.” He grinned rakishly. “Clowns were okay, though, so we got on fine.”

Basira didn’t seem impressed, which, fair. “How was she as a boss?”

“Great. She made sure I knew what I needed to do and left me to it. And she always listened when I had a suggestion. Didn’t necessarily take it, but at least she gave me a fair hearing, and she never said no just for the sake of saying no, you feel me? It wasn’t about power. If she said no, it was because she had a good reason, and she’d always tell me what that reason was.” Tim snorted. “She’d been doing this fifty years, so she was a little set in her ways sometimes, but she was living proof that you can teach an old dog new tricks.”

“The exception that proves the rule, huh?”

“That’s not actually what that phrase means, or at least not what it meant originally, but based on how it’s understood now, yeah.” Tim stretched and sighed. “I miss her.”

“Better to work under than Sims?” Basira asked shrewdly.

“She certainly knew her job better than he does,” Tim said, allowing a bit of bitterness to creep into his tone. “He’s not great at taking suggestions, either. Thinks it’s a judgment on his authority or his ability or whatever. And he’s so goddamned paranoid and secretive lately, it makes it really hard to get anything done.”

Basira’s gaze wandered across the courtyard without really focusing on anything. “What do you mean, paranoid and secretive?”

A warning klaxon, loud and clear, sounded in Tim’s head. Despite seeming distracted by the turning leaves, Basira’s attention was one hundred and ten percent laser focused on him. She was fishing for information. No conversations with a cop were ever truly off the record, even without the tape recorder spooling out in his pocket and archiving them, and she would absolutely use anything she got from him in her investigation. She might or might not reveal her source, probably wouldn’t, but the fact of the matter remained that if—when—she took what he gave her and used it, it would be on him for giving it to her, no matter how innocently. He knew better, even if Jon didn’t. Whatever Jon believed their “project” to be, Basira—and her partner—believed Jon had murdered Gertrude Robinson and were looking for proof.

So are you, whispered a small voice in his brain, but the rest of him—the part that had activated and enfolded itself like armor around him as soon as the alarm started going off, snapped back at it. That was different! He was looking for proof before acting, not looking for proof so he could act. More importantly, the Archivist was his responsibility, his to protect and defend, and his to avenge. Outsiders and others had no right to interfere in finding that truth and exacting that justice, and whatever Jonathan Sims had done, even to Gertrude Robinson, he was the Archivist now. If he had killed the last Archivist, then Tim could and would deal with that in whatever way he needed to, but nobody else got to make that decision, nobody else could make that decision.

Okay, where had that come from?

All of that passed through Tim’s mind in a flash, quick enough that there was no noticeable break in the conversation before he shrugged. “Like a long-tailed cat in a rocking chair factory, you know? Won’t eat anything we try to give him, won’t drink anything unless Martin is the one that brings it to him, first one in and last one out. He’s making backup recordings of everything and thinks we don’t know about it. He’s afraid that whatever happened to Gertrude, he’ll be next.”

Basira tilted her head at Tim. “Do you have any suspects? Any idea who might have wanted her dead, I mean?”

“I mean, everybody? She’d been doing this for fifty years. All the world was her enemy, and when they caught her, they would kill her.” Tim shrugged as if it didn’t matter. “I can only aspire to be as hated as she was by the time I’m her age. Doing a pretty good job of it, if I do say so myself. Gertrude didn’t care about making friends, just about getting the job done. She told me ‘thank you’ once and I thought Elias was going to have a heart attack from the shock. But if you’re asking me if I can think of who might have shot her and then hidden her body in the tunnels under the Institute that even I wasn’t aware of, no, not a clue.”

“If you had to take a guess,” Basira pressed.

“If I had to take a guess,” Tim said thoughtfully. “Well. It would be someone with access to the Institute, who would have had a reason to go down into the Archives—maybe to ask about information on a statement. It would be someone who had a vested interest in Gertrude Robinson no longer being in charge of those Archives, and maybe with having someone specific take her place. It would be someone she wouldn’t expect to even try to kill her, at least not right then, and it would be someone she trusted, or at least pretended to trust, enough to let them get close enough to shoot her, probably because they were the most boring, inoffensive looking person in the entire Institute. So when I put it like that, it’s obvious. It has to be Elias Bouchard.”

Basira’s eyes narrowed. “You’re mocking me.”

“I’m not mocking you. I just don’t know what you want me to tell you,” Tim said, spreading his hands out, palms up. “I don’t know who killed Gertrude Robinson, and if I did, believe me, I would have done something about it. I have no proof. Do I have vague suspicions? Yeah, sure, everybody does. Maybe if we were closer friends I’d be willing to share them with you, but the fact is, Miss Hussein, I don’t know you from Adam. I don’t know you well enough to know if you’ll take my ‘vague suspicions’ as actionable tips or engage in an intellectual exercise like we’re discussing the season finale of Dallas. And I cannot run that risk, because I will become responsible for the results. We don’t have an Owslafa here.”

“A what?”

“Don’t—nothing. Inside joke.” Tim took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I’m sorry. I’m happy to tell you anything you want to know about Gertrude Robinson, up to and including the last conversation I had with her, since I doubt Elias actually reported to the police that I got texts from her after he supposedly reported her missing…then again, Jon got texts allegedly from Martin that were definitely sent by Jane Prentiss, so who knows who actually sent me those texts. Maybe it was her killer, I dunno. Or maybe she didn’t die when he said she did. Whatever the case, I’m glad to talk to you about that. But I will not help you narrow down suspects. I don’t get paid for that and I haven’t been trained in how to mitigate the risks in doing it.”

There was a brief—very brief—flash of anger in Basira’s eyes, there and gone in a second as she shrugged casually. “Fair enough. I was just asking. What’s this about texts?”

Tim did not let himself relax, but he did shift his posture to give the appearance of it. “Oh. I told you I was in the Faroe Islands for her, right? Actually, at first I’d been on the way to Çukurova to track something down, but she’d called and told me to come back to London. Then she texted me the day she allegedly went missing—earlier in the day, I think—telling me, change of plans, she needed me to go investigate something in the Faroe Islands. Which, you know, I figured, she’s the boss, she’s got her reasons. One of the first things she taught me was not to question her orders, so I went. I texted her a few days later to let her know the thing was done and she told me to go ahead and take the next week off to recuperate and then come back to the office. That was the twentieth.”

Basira pursed her lips. “She was definitely reported missing on the fifteenth. Time of death is a bit tricky to be precise about after all this time, but that seemed like the most likely date for it, especially given…you know, the blood.”

“Yeah, how was it the police had a sample of Gertrude Robinson’s blood to test, anyway?”

“Dunno. Didn’t ask. Wasn’t my case then. Anyway, the ‘take the time off’ text was definitely not from her. Did anybody say anything to you when you got back?”

“No, but you’ve got to understand that we tend to operate independent of the rest of the Institute down here,” Tim said, jerking a thumb over his shoulder at the door of the Archives. “Gertrude had sent me on an open-ended mission, so it wasn’t like I had an expected return date that Elias knew of. And I guess he never thought to call me and find out what my plans were. Had other stuff on his mind, you know?”

“I guess.” Basira glanced up the road. “That looks like Sims. I’d better go work on this project with him. Good talking to you, Tim.” She pushed to her feet and added, “Don’t worry. I won’t tell him we talked.”

“I don’t give a damn if you do or not, frankly,” Tim said, getting to his feet as well and glancing at his watch. He still had half an hour for lunch, might as well get something. “Tell him we talked, tell him I accused Elias in the library with a goddamned candlestick, tell him I was serenading you in bad Spanish with a full band to back me up. Whatever you want. It’s your…project. His opinion of me can’t be any worse than it is, and you can’t really change anything about our working relationship. It is what it is and it is what it will be.”

Basira raised an eyebrow and looked him up and down. “You’re not worried?”

“No. I have my job and I’m going to do it, whatever he says or thinks.”

“Yeah. That makes two of us, I guess.” Basira scoffed and started to turn away. “Take care of yourself, Tim.”

Tim took a step sideways, blocking her path, and looked her squarely in the eye. “Be careful, Officer Hussein,” he growled. “When it comes to the reckoning of deeds, it won’t matter if you were the spaniel or the mastiff.”

Basira took a half step backwards, looking suddenly tense and uncertain. Before she could formulate a response, though, Tim turned on his heel and strode away.

His head was spinning. He needed a sandwich, a hug, a stiff drink, and a long talk with his partner, not necessarily in that exact order.

Where the actual fuck had that come from?

#ollie writes fanfic #tma fanfic #the magnus archives #and if thou wilt forget #martin blackwood #tim stoker #basira hussain #paranoia #pining #mention of stalking #manipulation #display of Eye powers #I'm not sorry for any of this

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felonytaxevasion · 7 months ago

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Arc 1 - Bonds

My assorted commentary on the first chapter of Pact for my mutuals who were interested in my thoughts. Testing out formatting this might be mess thank you for your patience.

As always no spoilers please thank you <333

This is technically my second time reading this but I wasn't paying attention the first time so I wanted to start over

1.1

“My children are useless,” she said. She was so dismissive and casual about it.

First of all. Icon. I absolutely love wretched old women and I love having the foresight of knowing practitioners cant lie meaning that this is presumably an objective evaluation of her children's capabilities. I'm also gonna watch out for Blake's mom and Aunt Stephanie though. They aren't included in that statement so maybe we can have an evil magic milf era. Like in Umineko. I love Umineko.

If anything I’d said had an impact, it was that. I could see the faint amusement drop away from her. “Are you accusing me of being a liar, Master Blake?”

aHA BECAUSE PRACTITIONER RULES

It was well after dark when someone stepped outside to talk to me. I closed out of the puzzle game I was playing on my phone. The brightness of the screen made for a dark patch that lingered in my vision as I looked up. Eleven-fifty at night.

This is an interesting writing choice because it's clear that a lot of time has passed but not exactly how much. Which adds mystery to the question of "was Rose planned all along or did Rose Sr. make an impulse choice after talking with Blake.

Also I really wanna know. When Rose met Ivy did her parents bring her in and talk or did they just set the baby on the bed and leave.

“Molly! Don’t be rash!” Aunt Irene admonished her. “I don’t want it,” Molly said, again. She grabbed the footboard of the bed. “No.“ “Molly, don’t be silly.”

Molly is one of the biggest reasons I don't want spoilers. Everything about her is so interesting. She was the first choice but she died very quickly. But not THAT quickly. Was Rose 2 always the plan and Molly was the sacrificial lamb to pave the way or was Molly just genuinely the best choice to become heiress. She survived for four months which is, if Pact is paced similarly to Worm, long enough to survive Leviathan, The Slaughterhouse Nine, Coil, and Echidna or whatever their equivalent in Pact land is. And that is no small feat. Like obviously I'm assuming here but I can't imagine the combined forces of Jacobs Bell were just letting her chill. I have so many questions about her and I want answers to none of them.

The blonde woman opposite him folded her hands in front of her. “That was… noteworthy in scale. Kind of her to point the way, but she was never crude. We’ll need to know what she did before we move on.”

THIS SHIT RIGHT HERE. Noteworthy in scale. Rose is not a small feat. Why are she and Blake positioned as the backup plan. Thinking so hard

“Funny thing, Maggie,” Padraic said, and when he smiled, the expression extended further than it should have. The smile too wide, the eyes too long and narrow. “When something momentous occurs, it can be the equivalent of lighting up the night sky, scattering fog and clouds to the horizons. You can see more clearly… but when you look, they can look back, too.”

Maggie and Padraic are some of my favorite characters based on vibes alone. I just know they're going to die so horribly so early on. At least Maggie.

“Mm,” the man in the throne said. “‘Lo, stranger. Listen, I don’t think you should believe what any of them say about me. If you need help, I can offer it.” “For a price,” the dog added.

Now see Johannes I would love to give you the benefit of the doubt however I know for a fact (a pact fact!) I have not seen any fanart of you making out sloppy style with Blake Thorburn and as such I find it hard to believe you are his ally. The wildbow ecosystem is too yaoi deprived to not jump on that pairing unless you're some type of fucked up.

“Run,” she said. “Get to the house, now.” “Which house? Who-” “Molly’s dead,” she said. “You’re next.”

HAI ROSE

1.2

I actually don't have much commentary on this chapter other than RIP to BlakeRose but I would happily take the deal to become a creepy bird monster. That's the ideal living situation actually.

1.3

The first sheet had only a simple message, penned in a curling script I almost envied. ‘Birth date’. I tried the year I’d been born. It didn’t work. Day, month? One-eight-oh-one.

...

“Molly!” I hollered, loud enough I should have been audible throughout the house. “Anyone!?” No response. Somewhere, in my general confusion and the mess of stuff I didn’t know or understand, I’d hoped that Molly being alive would be one of those things that caught me off guard.

Not to needle at his grieving process but I'm pretty sure the fact that it was His Birthday Not Molly's that opened the door was a pretty clear sign

I shook my head. “No clue. Something to keep in mind. After stipulations, there’s a section on stipend, with a regular allowance, notes on how often the lawyers can be called without incurring a debt. Oh, right here. A mention of the bird-skull monsters.” “What?” I could see Rose move, standing from her seat. “I’m joking,” I said, with zero humor in my voice.

I think Wildbow should do what visual novels franchises do and make a non canon crossover beach themed spinoff episode with all his characters. I want to see Blake and Lisa be cunty together

My friends were artists and artistic types. I had the unfortunate distinction of being a less than stellar artist. But I’d owed them for the help and support they’d given me, and in helping them with their jobs, I’d stumbled onto a bit of work. Setting up their work, installations, as well as all the other grunt jobs. Sure, they could go to a carpenter to get something put together in the way of a display stand, but that carpenter wouldn’t necessarily know what was at play with the art. Along the way, I’d settled into being a go-to handyman and delivery guy in the local art community. I knew the gallery owners, I knew who was who, and if I couldn’t do a job myself, I knew who to call. Not so glamorous or fancy, not exactly stellar pay, but I had stupid little skills that I could use here. In a pinch, I could use my stride or my arm length to help me figure out measurements, thirty three and a half and thirty-two and a half inches, respectively.

So fun fact I was a gallery tech assistant for about three or four years in high school and I would just like the record to state. A. Wildbow you captured the gallery tech mentality exactly. Tired, sassy, and overall filled with peculiar useful skills. 100% accuracy rate.

Also Blake please call your friends sooner rather than later. The blond gallery tech who works for cheap going suddenly missing is going to DEVASTATE that community. Blake you are a protected species under the wildlife conservation act and the human equivalent of catnip for bisexuals with an art history degree you are the foundation of that community and they are going to be CONCERNED

1.4

She looked a little agitated, nervous. “I think we can go this route. Avoid getting into the ugliest stuff, the books on demons and whatever else. If witch hunters and inquisitors can survive this sort of thing, maybe we can too.” “Borrowing power instead of using it?”

I'm trying to figure out if Rose II is in on it. Because like. She should be right? But then she says things like this that make it sound like she really is just as lost as Blake

“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m kind of attached to you, metaphysically. You die, I’m going to be a goner too.” “You think. Either way, I’m the one who got injured,” I said. “I’m the one who has stitches in my hand and a cut on my face.” “At least you’re alive,” she retorted.

They've so immediately become siblings.

Which by the way. If Blake and Rose are fucked up twins of a sort. I have questions about Paige and Peter. Especially seeing as Paige is considered a non starter for Rose Senior

“In this scenario, we’ve got a situation involving a number of countries. If you will, there’s America. I’m rather interested in America for the purpose of this discussion, but that’s just me. Powerful, perhaps overly proud, large, keepers of the peace.” I glanced at his uniform. “Sure.”

Close enough. Welcome Back Victoria Dallon!!

1.5

“It smells like a rose,” a man announced, “It’s as beautiful as a rose. I dare say it’s as fragile as a rose, once you get past the thorns. But is it really our Rose?” I turned. Three twenty-somethings, if I went by appearances, were approaching me from behind. I might have been off. Each had alcohol in brown bags.

I want to be one of them so bad. I want to join the fucked up Fairie gang.

“No,” I said. I grabbed one of the books from the coffee table. “Anger is good.” “Good?” “It keeps us moving. You read the book on implements, I’ll read up on familiars when I’m done Essentials.”

True gallery tech mindset <3

1.6

“Blake!” Rose’s voice, from the living room. “You have to help him!”

This is one of those passages that makes me think Rosie is in on it. You've read more than Blake how has this being an other trap not occurred to you

1.7

Should another practitioner need to bait him again, know that this author used: a pile of festering boar carcasses, six feet high, each carved with his name when well into their state of decay, the decay timed using refrigeration to be roughly parallel; seven jars of burning hair, resupplied keep the flames perpetually alight

Yea who hasn't been here at one point

“To everyone and everything that’s listening,” I said. I heard Rose start speaking behind me, but my words drowned hers out. “To me, and to nobody in particular, I’ve gotta say, I didn’t choose this. I’m doing this for family, to respect them as they were in the past, when my cousins were also my friends, so the others don’t face what Molly did. I’m doing it to respect stuff in the present, because even if I dislike my cousins, I don’t want them to have to face this situation and get killed off. I’m doing this for the family that comes in the future, so my kids and all our descendants don’t have this debt hanging over our heads. Above all, I think I’m doing this for my real family. For the friends I made who gave me support when I needed it most, so I can demonstrate what they taught me. Past, present, future, and… more abstract.”

Guy who can only hate his family this much because of how much he loves them Augh Augh

I could hear Rose behind me, still talking, as if she were very distant. “-than a vestige.”

SUSPICIOUS

“It doesn’t matter,” she said, quiet, “because it’s not blood. I’m not offering anything worth taking, and there aren’t any spirits here to listen and obey, are there?” “There are other options, maybe?” “It doesn’t matter,” she said, again. “I don’t care anymore.”

But then this is the opposite of suspicious because she can't lie but she's saying it didn't work and she wants to give up hhhhhhh Rose you are so slippery to understand

Gathered Pages

I didn't highlight any particular passages but Rose Senior I love youuuuuuuu

#pact blogging

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bilightningwhumper · 2 months ago

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Finally Reunited (For Now)

"Belonging to Nightmares" Masterlist

Primuary (day#), 1386

Kyrie felt rather than saw her fellow disguised “companions” tense as the sisters filed into the room, one at a time. During their visit to the castle, it had been easier to tell each of them apart. Here, they were all dressed in the same drab and poorly-fitted gray dresses, only their hair and a few accessories to take away from the eeriness of their identical appearances.

But as the last came through the door, Kyrie had only counted to eleven. And she knew who was missing, the only one she’d really been watching for.

“Are there not supposed to be twelve young women, Mr Borodus?” Iris asked sharply, striking an imposing figure as she leaned fully into her regal poise.

The scientist in the room shrank significantly, head close to his torso as his eyes darted around the room. “W-well, ma’am, your majesty, you see-” His stammering only grew worse as the queen frowned at him. “Subject Three is-”

“Our sister hasn’t been allowed visitors since we’ve been confined to the manor.” one of the women piped up. Part of her hair had faint streaks of faded green dye. Her fingertips were stained brown with dirt. So she was probably Fenne. “They won’t tell us why.”

Kyrie could see the hint of a smile flash across Iris’ face in Fenne’s direction before she addressed Mr Borodus again, completely expressionless. “When I said I wanted to meet with all of the young women, I meant all of them. Would you disobey a direct order from your queen?”

“N-no, ma’am, I mean, your majesty! But-” He cowered under her icy glare.

Another of the sisters stood with a curtsy. “If it would please your majesty, I can retrieve Minna from our rooms momentarily.” Something unspoken hung between her words, though Kyrie wasn’t sure what it was.

Iris, on the other hand, tilted her head. In the span of seconds, the two seemed to hold an unspoken conversation. “And your name is?” she asked at last. “I know all of your names, of course, though I do apologize not being able to tell you apart just yet.”

With her own small smile, the woman replied, “Pearl, your majesty.” She sat back down, straightening her skirt, head held high, posture perfect. “They’ll be downstairs any minute now.”

Confused, Kyrie glanced around at the others’ faces. None of them seemed surprised by the strange declaration like some of her queen’s entourage and herself were.

The scientist, however, looked put out, his face turning redder than a tomato.

“Subject Two,” he spluttered, cowardice gone. “You cannot use your abilities as you please, especially in front of the monarchy! Now-”

“Now what, Mr Borodus?” Her queen’s words cut through the air, voice low and severe. “Are you threatening this young woman? She has only done what you should have already.”

He only paled slightly, but kept fuming, “Ma’am, you don’t understand. These subjects are dangerous. If left unchecked, they would bring ruin and calamity across not just our kingdom, but the continent! Perhaps even the world! I don’t know what their father was thinking, coddling them so-”

As he blathered on, Kyrie watched as her queen’s face turned from cold to disgusted, pure loathing in her eyes. She also didn’t miss how some of the sisters’ heads bowed, while others kept staring straight ahead, their eyes turning glassy. As Mr Borodus’ voice rose, a few of their knuckles turned white as their hands clenched in laps or around skirts. None of them had seemed afraid of the scientist himself, but the words hurt them all the same.

“After what happened with the First Ones, you of all people should know-”

“Enough.” Queen Iris stood, finally getting him to shut up. “Guards, please escort this… man out of this room. Cirila, if you could see to it that this ‘research’ project is put to a halt immediately. I want a thorough investigation done as to what these so called ‘scientists’ have been doing under the king’s name. I doubt the conditions and ethics have increased in quality since Dr Palore’s death, if they ever existed under him at all.”

“You can’t do that!” That shout made all of the sisters flinch in unison. One looked on the verge of tears. “According to Dr Palore’s will, the subjects are the property of Dr Covenfere and King Beringer. We are doing vital work for the king, which gives you no right to-”

Cirila stepped forward as two of the queen’s guardsmen took each of Mr Borodus’ arms. There was a burning grim smugness to the companion’s smile as she presented a scroll in front of his face, making the scientist speechless once again.

“I think you’ll find we have everything perfectly understood and in order.” she said coolly.

It was satisfying to watch as he visibly deflated before being steered away and out of the room.

Turning briefly to nod at Iris, Cirila followed after them, a few other guards of course accompanying her as well.

As the door clicked shut behind the group, another opened on the opposite side of the room, the same door all the sisters had come through before.

Kyrie’s breath caught in her chest as Minna walked in, leaning heavily on Elanor.

She looked awful. In addition to the dress, she had a shawl wrapped around her shoulders, so big it might as well be a blanket, threadbare and falling apart in places. She was too pale, too thin. What had happened the last few months to make her so much more… worn? Or had she been hiding it before? As she was now, she could barely even stand, needing help from Elanor to make it to a nearby couch before collapsing on it.

A soft “Go to her.” from her queen was all she needed to unfreeze and run to her partner’s side.

When she was kneeling on the floor beside Minna, she heard and saw Iris’ privacy barrier go up. But she tuned everything out, not needing to hear the explanation given to the startled sisters, not needing to be aware of the shouts of joy as family and friends threw off disguises to be reunited with their loved ones, no observers to invade on their happiness.

All that mattered, all she needed, was right in front of her. Her Minna.

Minna, who had her head resting back against the couch, eyes closed. Her breaths were quiet and quick, her brows furrowed.

Should she touch her knee? But she didn’t want to startle her.

“Kyrie’s here to see you.” Elanor murmured, a hand on Minna’s shoulder gently squeezing before letting go. “I’ll leave you two alone to catch up.”

Thank gods for her. Because now Minna was opening her eyes. Looking down at Kyrie with those beautiful, wonderful gray eyes. Her lips parted in confusion and surprise as she sat up a little more.

Belatedly, Kyrie realized she still had her veil on. So she pulled at it, disregarding as the pins tugged at her hair, ruining the style underneath.

But she’d barely gotten it off before suddenly she was knocked back, flat on the floor as arms wrapped around her, Minna sobbing into her hair.

She ignored the screaming in her ribs, clinging to Minna just as tightly. Their hearts pounded in time together as her body melted in relief. Tears built up in her own eyes as she buried her face into Minna’s chest. Letters just couldn’t replace this. Couldn’t stand in for the warmth and comfort and safety she felt just being with Minna. And with no letters coming back to in the last couple weeks, she just…

As Minna started to pull away, she couldn’t help but whine, clutching at her back.

Then they were kissing, the salt from their tears mingling as Minna’s hand came up behind her head, her fingers tangling into Kyrie’s hair. She could feel the tension in her partner’s body, strung up like an archer’s bow. How her breathing shook as she pressed into Kyrie, but her kisses remained soft, gentle.

Kyrie drew back first, resting her forehead against Minna’s as they panted together, hearts racing. “I missed you, too,” she whispered, cupping her hand against the side of her partner’s face with shaking fingers. “So much. So, so much.”

Minna only whined and whimpered, burying her face into Kyrie’s hair again, a fresh wave of tears starting.

Hugging her tight, Kyrie did the same. They only had until tomorrow and gods be damned if she wasn’t going to hold her as much as she could until then.

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Surrogate Luna, Chapter 22

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: implied smut.

“Now that the formality is over,” Tony muttered as the last person left the war room. He looked between Cinna and Bucky, “what is this?”

Cinna felt a blush rising to her cheeks as Bucky wrapped an arm around her waist, “she came upon me yesterday, alpha Stark. Our wolves recognized one another and…they courted.”

Tony chuckled.

Pepper slapped his shoulder.

“What?” Tony laughed, “it’s funny!”

“That’s my baby sister, Tony!”

“And that’s Steve Rogers’ other mate,” he laughed, “you couldn’t have possibly expected them not to come in contact with one another despite how you placed Barnes’ pack in the asylum house and Cinna as close to our quarters as possible.”

Cinna’s brow rose, “y-you knew about Steve and Bucky?”

“Cinna…it’s not that simple…” she sighed as she gave her sister a frown, “everyone knows about Bucky and Steve’s past. But I didn’t-I guess I didn’t expect that you and Steve were really mates…he and Bucky were crazy about each other. Someone insulted Steve and Bucky when Bucky openly proclaimed he was Steve’s mate at a tender age, and Bucky challenged him to the death trials.”

Cinna’s eyes snapped to Bucky’s prosthetic and Bucky let go of a low laugh, “I’m passionate…and I care about what is mine. What can I say, omega?”

“No grander gesture than to challenge a full-grown delta to a death trial at the age of eleven.” Tony added in.

Cinna’s eyes widened as she looked at the man that she realized she barely knew, “you were eleven?”

“And I won!” Bucky pointed out, “I will do anything for my mate, Cinna; protection and all…but that also includes letting you take the lead if that’s what you need. And in this case, that means getting your pup back from Sharon and Steve.”

“I have Sharon’s pup…”

Bucky frowned, “what?”

“We fell pregnant around the same time with our firsts…Peter is her pup…she had conceived him with her omega follower, Brock…but when she found out that Peter was an omega as well, she wanted to kill him. So, I stole him and claimed him as my own.”

Bucky smirked, “you’re a fiery one, omega…”

“Sh-she won’t give me Stevie…”

“I know how Sharon works,” he reminded her gently, “she’ll get the message from Sam. She’ll hear about how I openly claimed you as my mate and luna to my pack. She’ll bring Steve and your pup as a show of force.”

Tony smirked, a small gasp leaving his lips as the realization to what Bucky was implying came into his mind, “you have a plan, don’t you?”

“I have an idea of how to work around Sharon’s claim on Cinna,” Bucky admitted, “I told everyone of how your wolf accepted my wolf’s invitation to court you for a reason…”

“The full moon!” Pepper gasped.

“What?” Cinna asked as she looked between the three, “what’s going on? What do the three of you know that I don’t?”

“I suppose you want my blessing then?” Tony asked Bucky.

“Will someone please tell me what’s going on?”

“Cinnamon…Bucky provided you with an outlet, a loophole to get out of Sharon’s claim on you,” Pepper explained, “the full moon is tonight…and you became part of the Stark pack when I mated Tony and became his Luna…”

“Pepper…English.”

“He’s offering you the option of a mating ceremony.”

Cinna gasped once more, her eyes snapping back to Bucky’s, “What?”

“It’s entirely up to you, Cinna…but it is one option,” he nodded, “I’m not asking to mark you…just that you mark me, and that we complete a mating ceremony where you officially become my luna. You could stay with Tony and Pepper as long as you like while I officially court you, but allowing you to mark me, with the intention of me marking you down the road and calling you my luna would mean that you belonged to the Barnes pack. She would have no claim over you, even though she and Steve share a pack, and you have pups with Steve.”

“Y-you want me to mark you?” she asked, the words buzzing around in her mind far too quickly for her to actually process, “Y-you want me to be your luna and-“

“You are my luna, Cinna…even if you do not want me to mark you. I want you to know that you have all the power here,” he reminded her gently, “you and your pups will be first to me, just as my pack is in my life. I will protect you with the same passion and vigor that I would protect them.”

“And Peter?”

“Peter may not biologically be yours, but he belongs to you…I would do the same for him.”

Cinna felt her heart swelling at his words. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at the passionate, intense alpha, “Bucky….”

“I will only do this though if you want me to, Cinna.”

“I-is it what you want?”

“I’ve been waiting my whole life for my true mates, Cinna…I want this more than anything.”

“Then I want it too!” she confirmed.

“Great,” Tony grinned as he stepped forward and clapped Bucky’s shoulder, “we’ll prepare to make the trip to the Barnes den immediately then, that way we can be back before Sharon and her pack undoubtedly arrive tomorrow.”

Cinna looked nervously at Bucky as they stood in front of the doors to what was Bucky’s family den.

“Are you sure that you’re okay with this, Cinna?”

She nodded, “I want this…are you okay with doing this, Bucky?”

“I already told you, Cinna. I will do anything for you. I know we haven’t known each other for a long time, but I love you. You’re my omega. And I will do everything I can to protect and honor you.”

Pepper sighed, and Cinna felt the blush rising to her cheeks once more as she turned away from Bucky to give one last look back to her sister and Tony.

Bucky pulled Tony into a hug, and the two men clapped each other on the back.

“You have the full blessing of the Stark pack to have Cinna Potts as your luna.” Tony confirmed.

“Thank you, Tony.”

“Cinna…”

Cinna sighed as she looked at her sister once more. Pepper had tears in her eyes and a sad smile on her face, “you act like you’ll never see me again, Pepper…”

“I’m happy for you!” she answered, pulling her younger sister into a hug, “alpha Barnes is a good alpha. And I know that he will treat you right. And you are an amazing young woman. You were cut out to be a luna…and this pack is lucky to have you.”

Cinna sniffled, a few tears slipping down her cheeks as she backed away from her sister, “I-I guess I’ll see you guys on the other side?”

“Omega?” Bucky asked gently, holding a hand out to her. Cinna was unable to stop the chittering that built up from the back of her throat and Bucky smiled, “are you ready to see our pack den?”

She nodded and took his hand.

Bucky pushed through the first set of doors and led her down a spiraled staircase. At the bottom of it was another set of doors. He let go of her hand and walked over to a set of runes. He traced over specific ones, in a very specific order, and with a hiss the doors opened.

“This is our pack den, luna…only attendants to it are allowed to refresh it and clean it…I had called for them to set everything up for when we got here.”

“I-it doesn’t smell like anything…” she commented, “i-it doesn’t smell like you or-“

“I didn’t want you to be overwhelmed,” he admitted, “my family has used this den since we claimed the land. But I made sure that the only scents in it would be ours…this is an important night. The mating ceremony is important in our culture…”

“I-I know…”

“If you go into the room to the left, you can prepare yourself with the traditional clothing and oils…I’m going to be across the room on the other side,” he said slowly, pointing to both doors on the left and right, “when we come back, you can mark me. And then our pack official will commit us under the full moon with a few selected elders and your sister and Tony.”

“Bucky…” she asked, her voice barely coming out above the sound of a whisper. She had pulled on his arm as he went to turn towards the door and turned him right back to her.

“Wh-what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she answered, “I just-I was thinking about it…and I want you to mark me as well.”

She swore she could have seen Bucky’s eyes lighting up at the idea, “a-are you sure, luna?”

She nodded and leaned up, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, “mark my clean side?”

“Anything you want, luna.”

“I want you, Bucky…”

A growl rose from the back of his throat, and she looked down to see his cock already bumping against her stomach as it hardened.

“Omega…those words…hearing them from you affects me like nothing else…”

“Go prepare yourself, alpha,” she smiled, reaching up to stroke his cheek, “we only have a few hours before it’s midnight…”

“I might just have to carry you to the altar,” he growled playfully as he leaned down to press another kiss to her lips; this one a little more aggressive, “the way you’re speaking like that.”

“Don’t promise something you can’t live up to!” she teased as she turned away from him, adding a little extra sway to her hips as she went into the room. As the door closed behind her, she could hear the animalistic growl that came from her mate; the scent that he was releasing, letting her know that he was primed and ready to go.

Her heart raced as she let herself feel all the emotions that she’d put in a box and thought she’d never see again whenever Sharon took over her relationship with Steve.

Maybe the fates weren’t torturing her.

Chapter 23

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witchofthemidlands · 2 years ago

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i'm writing doctorjackrose angst currently in my recent fanfic chapter so you guys can have my brain rot as a result, i apologise in advance.

the fact that the two people eleven mentions by name is rose & jack as people he would want to spend time with to avoid his trip to lake is such a throwaway line but it makes me absolutely insane regardless because i can just imagine jack&rose being with any of the modern doctors & it still being as electric & beautiful as it was when they were travelling with nine (before satellite 5 obviously) because you cannot tell me that there were not polycule vibes between the three of them.

i mean, i can imagine that they would have so much fun with eleven. he's a near feral energy goblin & weirdly smooth in his own way so i feel like elevenjackrose would go on some incredible adventures. they would ALWAYS be touching one another in some way, there would probably be the most physical contact from this version of them & they would scare the locals of every planet they go to. eleven strikes me as the doctor who would attempt to be the big spoon & then decide that he'd rather enjoy being the little spoon between the three of them. ACTUALLY i can also imagine eleven innocently putting the three of them in bunk beds & being so elated about it that neither rose nor jack want to say anything but they nearly have & all three of them have somehow ended up in the same bunk before. I can picture them just being practically joint at the hip & just about get stuff done because they're always having a great time with one another & need to remember to stop being near indecent to save the world.

twelve, there would be ✨tenderness✨ (especially with rose, similarly to how the moment is with the war doctor) not as much physical contact as the previous regenerations but he'd probably link arms with rose & jack in an old fashioned manner as they’d walk around together. i think rose would adore twelve (both she & jack would tease him for the attack eyebrows though) & wouldn't even really take much notice that he looked a lot older than the previous regenerations because he’s got his usual big doctor personality, even more so as twelve & slightly more ✨unhinged✨ mean personally, i doubt jack would even speak to twelve at points due to the decisions he made concerning missy but despite all that, i think those three would have a wonderful time together. i can just imagine twelvejackrose all trying to fit in one big chair in the tardis library together to sleep whilst twelve rambles on about something. twelve would be the big spoon & would have his arms resting around both of them.

with thirteen i think thirteenjackrose would be similar to eleven where they’d have so much blissful fun together & be practically joint at the hip. her northern accent would be so nostalgic to both rose & jack. there would also be so much flirting between thirteenjackrose that the rest of the companions are nearly always facepalming (cue jack telling them that any of them are open to join in) i can also picture thirteen basically banishing jack to the tardis at first because she is sick of people assuming that he's the doctor & rose always finds that hilarious. people might disagree with me here but i think thirteen would be the big spoon between the three & would hold them both so close. i also think if rose&jack encountered the hologram that they would see thirteen as she is but it would occasionally flicker to other doctors probably both nine&ten.

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roseaceae · 1 year ago

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and i won't forget to put roses on your grave

ִֶָ ᯽ .ﾟEVERY ROSE has its thorn ╱ meet the circle of blue rose ╱ tw for mentions of verbal abuse, neglect, drug use, death, and bullying

on a cold christmas morning in a buzzing hospital, bae minseok was born in incheon, south korea to a educated and ambitious firefighter for a mother, but with a cowardly and insecure data entry clerk father. it was quiet growing up, due mostly to the fact that he was not the most sociable, considering that mom and dad weren't home during the day, and minseok spent most of his afternoons distracting himself with boring yet interesting extracurriculars, the relationship between him and his parents wasn't really anything for the first eleven years of his life.

his parents' relationship slowly became unconventional, they became not only a problem for their son, but for each other. it was a norm for minseok to listen to the constant back and forth between his mother and father, and it amazed him to think that those two were once in love. he would listen to all his fathers stupid theories, oh no his wife had a promising career ahead of her? how disturbing! i should turn our son against her! after the first few years of his parents back and forth bickering, minseok decided to turn to something else to get his mind off everything.

in one of his previous extracurriculars, he learned how to play several instruments, but none of them interested him as much as the good old guitar did. if there was anything that could get his mind off the incessant shit talking his parents would do to each other, it was the beauty of the chords he produced on the stringed instrument. playing the guitar, to him, was just a coping mechanism, nothing too serious and nothing meant to be taken any further than a hobby, a thing he did when all the shouting was too much for him.

it wasn't until a friend, a very specific friend, nudged him one day and suggested that he auditioned for a company, at even the sound of those words, an immediate laugh escaping his lips as soon as his friend uttered them. what could he even do besides play one instrument and sing just a little well? what was he supposed to do with his lack of talent? (in his opinion, of course) every company would turn their backs on him, send him out of the door the moment he walked through those doors, but no matter how much he dispelled the words, his friends kept urging him and urging him to at least try to audition, because they just had an inkling that he would make it in.

after the constant harassment from his friends, minseok would roll his eyes and step into the audere media building on an early august morning in 2012, and like his friends predicted, he passed, with much surprise to himself. now— he knew about the shady reputation under the company, but he had also been promised to debut, a promise that would be fulfilled after four years, several lineup changes, and the loss of close friends he'd made in the corner of the practice room. over the four years he found himself trapped in the practice room of a shady company, minseok would lose, then gain, then lose some more hope, he had been accepted into the company for his talents, but he felt as if they were never truly considered by the higher ups. he often felt as if everyone was disregarding him, and he'd never be considered to even debut.

after all the work, the long nights spent in the practice room, and the hundreds of times he almost quit, minseok would finally find his place, with a group of people who understood him, for him, debuting in blue rose was one of the best things in his life, but he'd never admit that to his members, he remains stubborn.

ʬʬ . THE BASICS !⠀

STAGE NAME CUPID ( 큐핏 )

BIRTH NAME BAE MINSEOK ( 배민석 )

DATE OF BIRTH DECEMBER 25, 1995

PLACE OF BIRTH INCHEON, SOUTH KOREA

HOMETOWN INCHEON, SOUTH KOREA

NATIONALITY SOUTH KOREAN

ETHNICITY KOREAN

ʬʬ . THE CAREER !⠀

OCCUPATION SINGER-SONGWRITER, GUITARIST

LABELS AUDERE MEDIA ( 2012 — 2016 ) LUXE DESIGN ( 2016 — present )

TRAINING PERIOD 4 YEARS 6 MONTHS

POSITION LEAD VOCALIST, RHYTHM GUITARIST

DEBUT DATE FEBRUARY 13, 2016

ʬʬ . THE PHYSICAL !⠀

FACE CLAIM YOON JEONGHAN

HEIGHT 178 CM ( 5'10" )

WEIGHT UNKNOWN

BLOOD TYPE B

on a snowy february evening in hat yai, thailand, vidura sukkasem came into this world angry, an emotion which would become a staple for him throughout his life. often compared to a "ticking time bomb", the fury he had seemingly been born with wouldn't disappear with age like his parents had hoped for. instead it manifested into something more, something which would become a liability to his parents. he had not been showered with the same kind of love as his siblings, he was often "too much" for the adults in his life to handle, so as a result, he began to lash out.

his emotions would range from angry, to frustrated, to absolutely fucking pissed directed towards everybody. he eventually became a problem, so much of a problem that his parents had "no other choice" but to ship him off to some boarding school for troubled children, hoping that the harsh lessons would put him in shape, but the schools, just like his parents, stated he was "too much to handle" and he eventually became nothing but your no good troubled teen stereotype (not so much troubled, he just lacked the attention children so needed from their parents). he would battle his own demons all on his own, he didn't need friends, he'd already gotten this far with his parents not giving two shits about him, whilst his siblings pretended he was never there, it was no surprise to anyone that he wasn't interested in the whole making friends part of life.

his personal interests would all be a little wishy washy, from snowboarding, to composition, to dancing, and finally, the guitar (specifically the electric guitar). vidura would stay up all night watching performances from popular rock bands, watching as they did their thing, so effortlessly, he knew that teaching himself how to play such an instrument would be a challenge, but he was never one to give up. having been inspired by bands such as aerosmith, van halen, and of course, queen, the second eldest would find himself borrowing his coworkers' instruments to test them out, just until he could save enough money to buy his dream guitar. over the next few months, not only would he almost completely learn how to play the electric guitar, and keyboard on his own, but he also did some considering, and that considering would eventually manifest into a want, he wanted to be in a band.

even with the constant remarks, chortles, and snickers from family, vidura wouldn't just halt with what he'd wanted for so long, who were they to talk about his life? when they did nothing but cast him aside? it seemed idiotic to him, which he had no problem voicing, yeah it lead to a less-than-stellar altercation between him and a few cousins, but he would say it was all for a good cause. it seemed that his prayers would be answered, when a scout from a familiar (then still) small record label szene vinyl stopped him on the street, having recognized him from a video his manager had posted online, he almost didn't accept the scouts offer, convinced they were a scam, or some sort of cult trying to brainwash him.

but after pondering for a good week, continuously staring at the business card in his hand, he'd try at the audition, even with the way he was clearly nervous, stumbling through the little korean he knew, and uncomfortable under the stare of so many strangers, he would pass, he likes to think it was a miracle, or the clear passion that seemed to ooze around him, or maybe they were just pitying, to this day, he will never truly know why he actually passed.

everything seemed to fast track after that, the titular thai 'wannabe rockstar' (that's what dione calls him, rich), would go through several practice rooms, sleepless nights, two almost life ending injuries, arguments with dance instructors and his fellow trainees, as well as a few predictable breakdowns and broken nails. if vidura is anything, it's a fighter, he wasn't about to be tossed out by this company for being "a nuisance" like he'd been by his parents and the tens of schools in the past. he doesn't care if he fought tooth or nail to be in that lineup, he did it because he deserved it, and he knows that better than anyone else.

ʬʬ . THE BASICS !⠀

STAGE NAME JUNIPER ( 향나무 )

BIRTH NAME VIDURA SUKKASEM ( วิฑูรา สุขเกษม )

DATE OF BIRTH FEBRUARY 18, 1996

PLACE OF BIRTH HAT YAI, THAILAND

HOMETOWN HAT YAI, THAILAND

NATIONALITY THAI

ETHNICITY THAI

ʬʬ . THE CAREER !⠀

OCCUPATION DANCER, COMPOSER, GUITARIST, DRUMMER

LABELS SZENE VINYL ( 2012 — 2016 ) LUXE DESIGN ( 2016 — present )

TRAINING PERIOD 4 YEARS

POSITION MAIN DANCER, VOCALIST, LEAD GUITARIST

DEBUT DATE FEBRUARY 13, 2016

ʬʬ . THE PHYSICAL !⠀

FACE CLAIM CHITTAPHON LEECHAIYAPORNKUL

HEIGHT 176 CM ( 5'9" )

WEIGHT UNKNOWN

BLOOD TYPE O

on a blinding july afternoon, noh hyeon (though originally born noh jaewoong) was born in the heart of daejeon, south korea to a freelance photographer of a mother, one who had such a bright imagination, an ambitious future ahead of her, well— not before she got pregnant with her previously named son, and dumped by her college school boyfriend, who stated he just couldn't "take care of a child with all of his other responsibilities". so, at 22 years old, no college degree, only $1000 under her belt and a whole child under her care, she'd try her best to maneuver through life, and give her son the best life he could ever ask for.

for most of his life, hyeon could recall his mother being unhappy, she'd try to cover it with fake smiles and laughs, but he always secretly knew it. he wished he could help her, but he could do nothing but watch her suffer in silence, as he was just a defenseless child. he would stay up all night thinking, dreaming of a day where he could finally save his mother from the suffering she was put through trying to raise him, he prayed that one day he would find success in a field which would help him provide for her. it was no surprise to anyone who met him that hyeon had quite the imagination, the only things at the forefront of his mind being caring for his mother and his one true dream—

becoming an idol.

baby v.o.x, shinhwa, and of course, h.o.t became big inspirations for the soon to be leader, well, as much as an inspiration as they were an escape. he recalls sitting down at home and watching in fascination as the idols did their thing, so effortlessly, so flawlessly, dressed in stage outfits he could only dream of wearing. for most of his life, though, he only thought that dream would stay like that, a dream, something he could fantasize about in his mind but never truly fulfill, though his mom would enroll him in dance practices, singing lessons, and do all sorts of karaoke in the living room, he never actually thought he would make it, it all seemed like an actual thing he'd accomplish.

but it'd all go to his head, it'd become his main focus, something he couldn't stop thinking about. it got to the point that he couldn't focus on school, too busy thinking about being one of those idols, singing and dancing catchy songs on a stage, loved by the korean public.

it seemed that his mother could see right through the act he was putting up, and she didn't hesitate to drop a train ticket in front of him on a random day, telling him to audition either now or never. though very puzzled by the sudden way his mother decided to tell him to go audition like he'd been itching to, but he knew this was a once in a lifetime chance. so, with adrenaline coursing through his veins, a fourteen year old hyeon hopped on a train and took the whole two hour ride from daejeon to seoul, shaking nervously the whole entire time. he would walk into that audere media building and never look back, his future somehow decided for him in that very moment.

of course, the six years spent in that company were nothing short of hellish, like all of the members, who once considered quitting and going back home, feeling as if he had been wrong at what he thought he wanted to do with his life. it took so much perseverance, encouraging words from (ironically) minseok and remembering what his mother told him to not walk out of those doors and flip the bird at absolutely every person who worked there. it would all eventually be for good, even if he was stuck with the position of bass guitarist, one he wasn't truly keen on receiving (he was much more skilled in terms of the keyboardist position, he even would've settled for being the drummer). still, he'd persevere, spending almost two and a half years working on his skills as a guitarist, he has the lovely juniper and lim jaesang to thank for that.

ʬʬ . THE BASICS !⠀

STAGE NAME HYEON ( 현 )

BIRTH NAME NOH JAEWOONG ( 노재웅 )

LEGAL NAME NOH HYEON ( 노현 )

DATE OF BIRTH JULY 27, 1996

PLACE OF BIRTH DAEJEON, SOUTH KOREA

HOMETOWN DAEJEON, SOUTH KOREA

NATIONALITY SOUTH KOREAN

ETHNICITY KOREAN

ʬʬ . THE CAREER !⠀

OCCUPATION SINGER-SONGWRITER, RAPPER, KEYBOARDIST, GUITARIST

LABELS AUDERE MEDIA ( 2010 — 2016 ) LUXE DESIGN ( 2016 — present )

TRAINING PERIOD 6 YEARS 2 MONTHS

POSITION LEADER, LEAD VOCALIST, LEAD RAPPER, BASS GUITARIST

DEBUT DATE FEBRUARY 13, 2016

ʬʬ . THE PHYSICAL !⠀

FACE CLAIM CHO SEUNGYOUN

HEIGHT 186 CM ( 6'1" )

WEIGHT UNKNOWN

BLOOD TYPE A-

born with what is described as a "natural aura of bad luck" on a rainy may day in ulsan, south korea, ji hansaem was never a blessed child, stuck in the middle of seven other children, he was quickly tossed aside in favor of his less fortunate siblings (which he easily understood, they all needed to be taken care of), so from a young age, he seemed to always be on his own. his three older siblings were either much older or found him boring, whilst his three younger siblings were too young and suffering with life-altering diseases, disabilities, or simply disadvantages. it was no surprise to anyone that the lack of attention from at home caused him to start acting out, taking his anger out on anyone and anything, often resulting in his knuckles ending up bruised.

wherever hansaem went, trouble seemed to follow. it was always chalked up to his horrible situation at home and the fact that he seemed to be the only one of all seven children to inherit his father's angers issues, so he never found any actual help for the constant frustration he felt towards strangers who'd done nothing to him. so, he looked to other ways of coping, because if none of the adults in his life would try to help him, he was going to try to help himself, even if it would take so much time.

the leftover anger he decided to not channel into fistfights would instead be channeled into newfound instruments, namely rapping, dancing, and his mission to be able to play at least 10 instruments by the time he was 30. rapping was always an interest of his, time not spent at home (due to how the apartment had literally a whole village living there), would be spent in his close friends sihyuk's garage, taking free sample beats from not always legal website and rapping over them. he wasn't good at it in the beginning, which he clearly states every chance he gets, but as long as he was left alone with his thoughts and a random beat before him, he could come up with anything (but he would never be considered for the rapper position until last minute).

hansaem doesn't exactly know why, or what kind of confidence had overtaken him at that very moment, but he found himself walking into a familiar company on a horribly humid day in august of 2011, sm entertainment (not sure if you've heard of them or not..), but with all shock, he passed, and he found himself in a mundane day-to-day routine full of practice rooms and gossip about if he would debut in the upcoming nct. unfortunately, his popularity as an sm rookies members didn't immediately mean he was going to be a member, which was clearly hinted at him by the actions of his beloved former company. not wanting to waste his time rotting away in a company that didn't really give two shits about him, he would exit after only 1 year of training, but all hope would not be lost, as he would quickly be approached by szene vinyl with an offer that he just couldn't refuse, of course it meant he had to be stuck around just the single most annoying person ever (i.e juniper), but if it meant debuting, so be it!

ʬʬ . THE BASICS !⠀

STAGE NAME DIONE ( 디오네 )

BIRTH NAME JI HANSAEM ( 지한샘 )

DATE OF BIRTH MAY 23, 1997

PLACE OF BIRTH ULSAN, SOUTH KOREA

HOMETOWN ULSAN, SOUTH KOREA

NATIONALITY SOUTH KOREAN

ETHNICITY KOREAN

ʬʬ . THE CAREER !⠀

OCCUPATION RAPPER, DANCER, DRUMMER

LABELS SM ENTERTAINMENT ( 2011 — 2012 ) SZENE VINYL ( 2012 — 2016 ) LUXE DESIGN ( 2016 — present )

TRAINING PERIOD 4 YEARS

POSITION MAIN RAPPER, LEAD DANCER, DRUMMER

DEBUT DATE FEBRUARY 13, 2016

ʬʬ . THE PHYSICAL !⠀

FACE CLAIM YOO TAEYANG

HEIGHT 181 CM ( 5'11" )

WEIGHT UNKNOWN

BLOOD TYPE B

on a cloudy autumn afternoon in jeju city, south korea, jeon yunseok was born as the second of three children, stuck in the middle and becoming the only boy born in his family after 25 years of just girls being born. from the get go, his family members knew there was something special about him, he had a bright smile and seemingly bulletproof optimism, nobody could ever wear him down, he was just strong like that. he was born naturally sociable, always ready to talk to people, never seen without a smile on his face. yunseok was a boy full of dreams, dreams he wouldn't discard until he at least excelled in one of the fields.

one of his biggest dreams included being an idol, and he would find that dream coming true when he debuted in the former "child" idol group DVIX in 2010, being only twelve at the time. now, the whole thing about the group was that the members would graduate when they were eighteen, then a whole new lineup of boys would show up and repeat the process, but it wouldn't be all smooth sailing. for starters, the lineup was full of children, and children are mean, his fellow members wouldn't think twice before deciding to torment every waking day of yunseok's life, his groupmates found it amusing to call him names, whilst his former company found it entertaining to overwork him with stupid brand deals and acting gigs. all he ever truly wanted to do was be an idol, but he had members who made it unbearable and a company that decided to make him do everything but that.

so, yunseok confided in his parents about the whole situation and they weren't any happy, they immediately removed him from the group in 2013 and sued his former company for child endangerment. the most he knows is that they did eventually get paid, he just doesn't know the specific amount they did. his dreams of being an idol wouldn't falter, though, because he would go on and audition for another company, namely audere media, and with his previous expertise in the idol industry, it was no surprise that he passed.

he would never say that his time in the practice room of audere media was a "horrible one", compared to his previous label, they seemed like angels. of course, his bright personality and constant optimism was still meant with hostility from fellow trainees, but most of them actually liked him, cherished him even. he was known as the "unofficial therapist", as he was an amazing listener and advisor. his shiny reputation would carry on to when he debuted, known as the "brightest member of blue rose".

ʬʬ . THE BASICS !⠀

STAGE NAME YUNSEOK ( 윤석 )

BIRTH NAME JEON YUNSEOK ( 전윤석 )

DATE OF BIRTH SEPTEMBER 25, 1998

PLACE OF BIRTH JEJU CITY, JEJU ISLAND, SOUTH KOREA

HOMETOWN JEJU CITY, JEJU ISLAND, SOUTH KOREA

NATIONALITY SOUTH KOREAN

ETHNICITY KOREAN

ʬʬ . THE CAREER !⠀

OCCUPATION RAPPER, DANCER, VOCALIST, KEYBOARDIST

LABELS HAZE2! ( 2009 — 2012 ) AUDERE MEDIA ( 2013 — 2016 ) LUXE DESIGN ( 2016 — present )

TRAINING PERIOD 7 YEARS 2 MONTHS

POSITION LEAD RAPPER, SUB-VOCALIST, KEYBOARDIST

DEBUT DATE JULY 1, 2010 ╱ FEBRUARY 13, 2016

ʬʬ . THE PHYSICAL !⠀

FACE CLAIM LEE JAEHYUN

HEIGHT 182 CM ( 5'11" )

WEIGHT UNKNOWN

BLOOD TYPE AB

on a seemingly random november day, right as the month was coming to a close, song rinhyo (though he is preferred to be called riley) was born in rochester, new york, as the eldest of four children. his mother- a desirous music teacher who dreamed of doing more with her life, and his father- an equally determined children's book illustrator who was trying his hardest to recover from a once almost life threatening addiction. his father was a man who, like everyone, made mistakes, and had many regrets he wished he could've taken back before his inevitable demise. he would die when riley was only 4, leaving the love of his life and three kids behind (along with a fourth one who would unfortunately be born after his funeral).

as a child, helping around the house was never a foreign concept to him, considering his mother had now become a single parent and didn't have a partner available to watch over the kids anymore. riley would take over the position as "surrogate parent" with ease, mostly because he had a natural instinct to protect everyone younger than him, his siblings are his lifeline, he'd go to any lengths to protect them, so much so that he basically became their parent for a good chunk of their lives. he'd make them breakfast, take them to school, then go to school himself, pick them up from school and proceed to take care of them at home. his routine was a mundane one, the same thing every single day.

as a child, singing was always something he was interested in. his mother was a music teacher, the person who taught him everything he knows about how to advance his vocals, as well as play his two main instruments (the guitar and drums). he would often sing his siblings to sleep, though always begrudgingly due to the fact that he never really enjoyed singing in front of people that weren't teachers or his mother, believing he wasn't exactly amazing or that he would embarrass himself. he always described his skills as "mediocre", he was just your regular guy who enjoyed singing on some occasions and playing guitar solos for fun.

everything would come to a stop when, without him knowing, his younger brother noah would send a video of him singing the song (and playing the guitar instrumental) stairway to heaven by led zeppelin to szene vinyl as an audition tape. he had previously tried to convince the older to audition for the company, having read that they were accepting trainees from everywhere around the world, riley, though he clearly wanted to audition, refused profusely each time due to the fact that he didn't exactly want to just up and leave his family to chase some idol dream that probably wouldn't come true considering his odds. he wouldn't even know until his siblings brought it up to him awkwardly, he swears he almost punched them in the face when learning what they did, but he was even more shocked to know that his audition was accepted, he passed.

riley thought about it for a long time, talked about it with his mom for several days, but she persuaded him, and a decision was eventually made. in a matter of two weeks after his brother had sent that video to szene vinyl without him knowing, he was now on a plane to seoul, able to fulfill a dream he once thought would be impossible to. after arriving at the building for the first time in 2013, he would eventually train for 3 years until he got the chance to debut in blue rose, as their maknae, and as the only member with two instrumental positions. he often thinks his debut was only due to the fact that his best friend, louyoung, left the company, he often feels undeserving of his position, but the members and his family never fail to remind him that he deserves what he has.

ʬʬ . THE BASICS !⠀

STAGE NAME CERES ( 케레스 )

BIRTH NAME RILEY KIERYN SONG

KOREAN NAME SONG RINHYO ( 송린효 )

DATE OF BIRTH NOVEMBER 28, 1998

PLACE OF BIRTH ROCHESTER, NEW YORK, USA

HOMETOWN ROCHESTER, NEW YORK, USA

NATIONALITY AMERICAN

ETHNICITY KOREAN

ʬʬ . THE CAREER !⠀

OCCUPATION SINGER-SONGWRITER, GUITARIST, DRUMMER

LABELS SZENE VINYL ( 2013 — 2016 ) LUXE DESIGN ( 2016 — present )

TRAINING PERIOD 3 YEARS 7 MONTHS

POSITION MAIN VOCALIST, LEAD GUITARIST, DRUMMER

DEBUT DATE FEBRUARY 13, 2016

ʬʬ . THE PHYSICAL !⠀

FACE CLAIM JUNG WOOKJIN

HEIGHT 177 CM ( 5'10" )

WEIGHT UNKNOWN

BLOOD TYPE O

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ramyeonprettyboy · 23 days ago

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ENHYPEN 4:20 HEADCANNONS

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my debut on here and honestly? Please allow the right collective of engene to find me and bmf <3 my name is october, I'm a mlm, neurodivergent, poc engene and I like writing dumb stuff and sappy things I'll hopefully experience (or maybe not it depends on my mood when I write)

DISCLAIMER: My word is NOT law, so please don't interpret this as me claiming the members smoke! This is lighthearted fun because yeah. If you don't like this content, please leave! <3

THIS CONTENT CONTAINS lots of w33d mentions, messily listed stupidity tbh.

Heeseung

Smokes most frequently!!

Has never affected his vocals, he's too powerful.

Collects goofy ahh pieces.

Minions in superhero costumes, my singing monster looking abominations, yeah that stuff

"Hey look what I can do" and they all watch him do a ghost for the 50th time that day

I think his smoke setup would be 10x better than his gaming setup and that is saying SOMETHING

Probably likes hybrid strains because he's a a libra (from a libra)

Has greened out a few times, Jay has lectured him both times.

"You're a great example of everything not to do." -Jay Park of Seattle

Jay

Sentenced to rolling purgatory.

Has not been the same man since

"Jay you roll it better"

My boy has a hookah.

Rolls hella fast

The one and only Stoner Ni-Ki Anti

Indica.

Recreational use is NOT self medication shut up Samantha, you try working under HYBE.

Will sometimes open a window and play a little tune between smoking.

Would NEVER let ashes come close to his guitars though.

Hookah <3

Jake

Cotton mouth FEARS this man.

Coughs while lighting and genuinely thinks he's slick asf

"Wait, you guys also smoke?"

Was the dead last to learn everyone else smoked.

Likely knew about Hee and Hoon, but was def shocked at Jungwon.

Dab pen enthusiast

Death by blinker tho

Sativa

Bro drooling on the blunt

Has a sesh playlist, there is definitely lana del rey on it.

Bought everyone lighters that matched their mic colors

The munchies have hit, it is midnight, and tears will be shed until my boy gets a cosmic brownie, some bugles, and a big gulp from 7-eleven, I don't make the rules

Sunghoon

Bong.

He's a princess and takes eddies around others

Jake has thoroughly moistened the blunt. hoon's in fear. (I'm sorry)

Doesn't really like blunts that much anyways

But at home?

Takes rips like a champ

Highest tolerance.

Highest tolerance?!

Sativa

Has cute lil aesthetic bongs

Don't touch his bongs.

Sometimes takes an edible and just stares at the wall.

LOVES Sunoo's eddies :3

They have stared at the same corner of the room and laughed for ten minutes over it.

Sunoo

Not a fan of smoking in general, only really smokes with the others on occasion.

He is the edible man.

Gummies, tea, cookies, brownies, ANYTHING.

Hates tobacco smoke

Bring out the rose wraps for this DIVA

discovered them and they changed his life

Traded hoon a plate of eddies for his pinterest-ahh-heart-shaped-bong (that I want violently) and a half ounce of smoke

Sativa, he smokes and gets productive

Indica for nights when Ni-Ki hitting that damn punching bag.

He's seriously a diva though, has one of those rings that hold your damn blunt.

stoner fingers have never met him.

Jungwon

That one scary guy who can eyeball amounts almost perfectly.

Please let me imagine Jungwon shotgun

No yeah it's a pleasant thought, you should try it sometime.

"Guys do I smell?" when everyone in the room is on mars

Baby we don't know what a smell IS rn

Originally said Sativa but I see more hybrid for him.

He is leading a tribe and needs light to guide his way.

That light being the spark of his lighter in the living room <3

"Do I look high?" and then he stares into your soul

His eyes (only ;p) get red as shit, glazed like a damn donut.

Asks the weird questions that make the others truly questions if he's a human entity or not

Ni-Ki

"I was gonna go to class, before I got high." - Nishimura Riki

Jay said Ni-Ki couldn't smoke until he was 19, Ni-Ki took it as a challenge.

Successfully hid it for MONTHS after Jay announced it and took a big ass blinker the first time he saw him as a 19-year-old.

There was no surprise, not much disappointment.

Cannot skip a blinker checkpoint and NEVER WILL

Ni-Ki now has a generous collection of cart batteries for gits n shiggles.

Sunoo's eddy test subject

pink tie dye or purple tie dye lookah bear

maybe both

drops the blunt a lot

fire hazard nishimura <3

thank you! <3

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soccerpunching · 2 years ago

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3,4,5,10 and 15 for Kaleidoscope? (Also maybe extra question: Do the OG ina11 characters that didn't appear in go (ex: Jin, Shorinji) appear in this story?)

Thanks for being patient! I had trouble with choosing which narration and dialogue to take from this fic and there are not that many things that didn’t show spoilers for something in the story. Just a reminder also that this is from my rough drafts so expect grammar fails waaaahhh!

Kaleidoscope

(canon compliant from s1 to galaxy; a queer story; taking place 1 year after the events of inago)

3: What's your favorite line of narration?

Context: Endou is not and will not be romantically involved with Gouenji in this story. He’s married to Natsumi like in canon and that’s not about to change or will ever be implied to be challenged. Both Natsumi and Endou are not straight nor monogamous too.

In this scene, it’s the dead of the night. Raimon Eleven (go) had an overnight camping in the school (like the og did in s1 before the match vs Zeus). Something came up and Gouenji was his last saving grace but he was angry to be called for something unserious when he thought there was an emergency (he’s wearing jacket over his sleeping clothes even as he rushed to get there). Endou then “weaponizes” his doe eyes on Gouenji. I love this because it’s so silly and doesn’t reveal much of the plot but does say a lot about their bond.

Raimon Eleven just saw their coach at his most pitiable and couldn’t react. All they knew was that if he ever used that on them, they’d fold immediately; that’s not a sight they could stand to watch. That being said, the legendary flame striker’s gait was not only unaffected but had also become more fierce than they remember; eyes glinted and jaw hardened. Anxiety rose from them as they watched Gouenji’s face hard and uncaring… until he breathed. Sighed. “Well, I’m already here, aren’t I?” He begrudgingly closed his eyes and slipped his hands inside his pockets. The frightened team collectively sighed in relief, Gouenji seemed to calm down. Just when they were about to lower their guard, a blinding light came from their coach’s face. “Gouenji, you really are heaven's gift to me!” Endou beamed at the unimpressed striker. He clung to his arm in full splendor and what the kids would only call a desperate act of placation. “Thank you so much!!” Some sensed a tiny change in Gouenji’s expression. He impassively let himself get dragged by his best friend without making an effort to push him away. The audience looked at the scene for a while before making a move. “Well, there’s a sight.” Without vocally acknowledging Kurama’s observation, the players all soundlessly followed the two to the scene of the crime.

4: What's your favorite line of dialogue?

I’m giving you two of them because I cannot choose!!

1. Context: [This one is still a script] This scene takes place in the opening of the first Football Frontier since Holy Road was abolished and Gouenji is still the chairman of youth soccer. He went to where the Raimon Eleven was waiting for Haruna in the parking lot riding a motorbike with her at the back before going to the stadium’s VIP room.

Endou: Yo! Shouldn’t you be even earlier than us, Chairman? *teases* Gouenji: *opens his helmet; voice muffled; makes no move to turn off engine or get off* I’m considered early, you know. Otonashi: *just takes helmet off as she jumps off* I’m sorry! That was on me!! You went out of your way for me, Gouenji-san! Gouenji: *raises his brow* Like I said, I'm considered early still. He just wanted me to be late. Endou made a loud chuckle that some were convinced echoed in the whole parking lot. Gouenji: See? *extends one of his arm to take the helmet from Haruna and hangs it on the throttle* He's just counting on me being late for something all the time. - other dialogues that I can’t reveal yet - Gouenji: *looks at the signages* This is far away from the entrance I should be using. See you later, everyone. *looks around as if looking for where he should be going then turns the throttle* Endou: Make me dinner if you do get late!! Gouenji: Jinx me and you’ll never taste my cooking again! *drives away* Endou: *waves and laughs*

I keep on putting in all the parts with Endou because he's just such a guy!!

2. Context: My 13yo OC (named Yori) is in the process of being adopted by Kidou, now age 25 here. Kidou got angry at someone that I won’t be mentioning here and Yori witnessed that. They left the scene together…

“Whaaa!!” Yori barely stopped himself from colliding at Kidou’s back. The adult turned around, his head hanging solemnly with an indescribable expression. “I’m sorry, Yori. You didn’t need to see that.” His cracked voice pierced a knife on Yori’s chest. That was not something he knew the absolute commander of the field to be. He was always sure of himself, outspoken, snarky even; and his head would only lower for empathy. Yori tried to find the words to get him back to his usual self, “Oh… that’s…” “I should be better than showing such pettiness in your presence,” he said barely with a better tone than he did his last. “Uh– you’re allowed to feel how you feel, Yuuto-san,” Yori stated with the confident tone Kidou usually had. “Besides, [Redacted] prefers that people tell him how they feel about him upfront. Like you did.” “I know, but this isn’t about him—” “—And I prefer knowing about how you really feel about things, too.” Kidou stared at him for a long while with his mouth slightly open, a foreign sight to the child who had only known him at his best. He then smiled; a small one but meant a lot to Yori. “You’re a great kid. But don’t push yourself too much.” He squeezed his shoulder, teeth on his mouth now showing. Yori could hear the gratitude in his revived voice. “The adults should be the one taking care of you.” Kidou looked at him more before motioning to continue walking. Yori smiled at Kidou’s back, guided by the memories they shared for the brief time they’ve known each other. ‘You already are…’

5: What part was hardest to write?

The story being OC-centric in general. It was difficult for me to find that balance on how much I should be showing the other characters and their side of things without coming off as if they’re stealing the OC’s show. Since my OC is a first year in middle school here who just enrolled in raimon and the other characters already went through their character arcs, it’s difficult to make a problem that they wouldn’t be able to solve for my OC. I found the solution to this by placing my OC in the 2nd team btw. Surprisingly easy solution but it also sounds like running away from the problem. But it went fine (I think) so far.

But concerning specific parts of the plot, all the emotional Kidou parts were devastating for me to write and I’m not talking about this one above. May the universe have mercy on this guy because my muse did not.

10: Why did you choose this pairing for this particular story?

Hmm… I don’t really have a pairing for my OC since he’s aroace and not interested in one but there are a lot of ships here that people may be interested in. The ships for the recurring supporting characters that I chose here all mostly serve narrative purposes (not that anybody needs to for a ship, mind you), while the background ones are just what I like. These are the ones I can say for now: Kageno x Other OC, Endou x Natsumi, Max x Handa, Someoka x Fubuki, Sakuma x Fudou x Genda, Midori x Akane… aaaaaaaaand more!!

I was planning to watch all of areori first before going midway here since they have interesting characters that I may be able to add. I have a concrete outline of what’s about to happen though but I want to be sure about where I want the story to go first before actually publishing this.

15: What did you learn from writing this fic?

A lot about how the professional soccer players in Japan live their lives ig and what do they usually do or what is usually the issue with them that the public is concerned about. Also on what happens to those who don’t pursue a soccer career when they were considered a prodigy when young. I learned a lot about the political diaspora and read a lot about how bigotry is shown. Now that I’ve mentioned it, most of what I know about Japan that’s not in our textbooks here and not shown in their shows or anime is because of this fic wow.

I’ve also got myself interested in their period dramas, thanks director and producer Kageno.

Also maybe extra question: Do the OG ina11 characters that didn't appear in go (ex: Jin, Shorinji) appear in this story?

YES THEY DO!! Thank you for asking that OMG! Actually this story itself is set in Inazuma Town where my OC basically lives his life and he stumbles into the og Raimon Eleven a lot!!

First responder and firefighter Max (also part time delivery person) usually will be seen waiting for his fiance Handa who is the coach of KFC. Shourin has his own dojo around town that incorporates hissatsu techniques in their style (he won’t be seen a lot though because I can’t think of a plot-relevant thing for him to do 😔).

Kageno here is the director and producer of a show called Inazuma Eleven that’s literally just the entire first season of ie that tells THEIR story!! But with teen actors (surprise Actors AU!!! Everything that we’ve watched in the first season is everything that is part of this “based on a true story” series by Kageno but with a few episodes with contents I will add on a separate AO3 series).

My OC is the actor for Shishido so he also meets him on the set because Shishido likes crashing there! He gives Yori pointers on how to act him and overall adds good vibes to the cast in there! The other actors who are also in middle school are people my OC will also find as his opponents in the field because of course they know soccer!! I promise there’s a purpose as to why they have this series! Trust me!!

OMG thank you so much for sending this ask!! I enjoyed talking about this! Motivated me more to write about it!!

And yes, this is a very ambitious project. I’m not even sure if I can pull it off but I want to tell this story since it means a lot to me. Like personally. So, I’ll do my best!

Ask about my WIPs here

#waaahhhh THANK YOU SO MUCH REALLY #IM BITING THE TABLE AS IM WRITNG THIS THANK YOOOUUU #inazuma eleven #inazuma eleven go #inazuma eleven fanfic #inazuma eleven fanfiction #ie imagined by lore #inazuma eleven oc #halftime lore vs anon #gouenji shuuya #kidou yuuto #endou mamoru #i cant decide if i should mention all the characters here #but the ones who are seen a lot are:#kageno jin #shishido sakichi #fandom ask game #kaleidoscope (ina11 fanfic)#already answered: engoukidou magical girls 2. 4. & 11

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braveclementine · 9 months ago

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Chapter 10

Warnings: None, Readers under 18 can read this book. It is solely fluff- nothing sexual

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

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𝕴 𝖜𝖔𝖐𝖊 𝖚𝖕 when the other Hufflepuffs started rummaging around in their dressers. I sat up quickly, giving myself a head rush, and rolled over out of bed. Then, throwing my bed together rather sloppily, I raced down to the Great Hall where Harry was sitting with the rest of the Gryffindor team. None of them were eating and they all looked rather sick.

I sat between Harry and Fred. "Eat something." I advised them. "you're going to do fine and you guys are going to win."

"Easy for you to say." Harry muttered.

I rolled my eyes, pulling over the plate of toast, eggs, and bacon. "Eat Harry."

Harry helped himself to some food with some coaxing and the rest of the team gradually started eating.

"Why are you guys up so early anyways?" I yawned, stretching. I shouldn't have gone out last night. "The game isn't until eleven."

"Wood will probably give us a three hour lecture." Fred said loudly, making sure Wood heard him.

The entire team laughed, even Wood, though Wood also looked rather sick. Slowly, the rest of the school filed into the Great Hall, while the Gryffindor team rose, getting ready to go out to their locker room.

"Good luck Harry, you're going to do wonderfully." I said, pulling him into a tight hug. I loved being able to hug him, even as a friend. "You too Fred." I said kissing him on the cheek. Fred grinned like an idiot, and I dashed off to find Ginny so that we could sit together during the match.

Ginny and I found our seats somewhere near Hermione and Ron, though not directly with them. We talked about all sorts of things while we waited for the match to start. She mostly wanted to know if Harry really was a good seeker. I happily complied with all her questions, knowing that she had a crush on him. Then she returned the favor by answering questions about Fred.

Was it that obvious I liked him?

Then the Gryffindor team walked out onto the pitch. The Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws all cheered as loudly as possible. The Slytherins hissed and booed, then cheered as their own team walked out onto the pitch.

I heard the whistle blow, and the teams rose up into the air, level with our sight. I had brought my own pair of binoculars this time, and Ginny and I took turns looking at Harry. (I also looked at Fred and Oliver because they were really good players).

Malfoy yelled something at Harry, but Harry ignored him, dodging a bludger that very nearly took his head off. Both Ginny and I gasped and we grabbed each others arms.

George whacked the bludger towards one of the Slytherins, but the bludger swerved away from the Slytherin chaser and quickly shot back towards Harry. I watched, in shock. Okay, so I'd seen him break his arm, but this?

Quickly, I closed my eyes. Surely I would foresee where this was coming from? I searched my mind and tried to find the source. I frantically searched, but I kept finding unrelated things. What I'd seen in the Mirror of Erised, Mrs. Norris, Lockhart screwing up Harry's arm. . . there! In the hospital after the match! The house elf with large green eyes! It was his bludger!

I jumped up as Fred knocked the bludger as hard as possible away from Harry. The bludger swung back towards Harry who took off across the field. I heard Lee Jordan announce the dreadful score of "Slytherin lead, sixty points to zero-"

Fred and George were flying so close to Harry that they looked like a sort of lopsided sandwich. Harry was never going to be able to find the snitch that way. I saw George trying to make a time out signal to wood, while also trying to stop the bludger from knocking Harry out.

It was like a repeat from last year. Fred and George always seemed to be the ones that were trying to save Harry's life whenever he was in trouble. Last year when Quirrell tried to buck him off his broom and now: As the house-elf's bludger was trying to kill him. Well. . . the house-elf probably wasn't trying to kill him, just maim him.

I heard Madam Hooch's whistle sound and Harry, Fred, and George dived for the ground, all of them trying their best to avoid the bludger. Ginny pulled on my arm and I realized that I was still standing. I sat back down automatically.

"Do bludgers normally act like that?" She asked, her voice and eyes full of fear and anxiety.

I shook my head, "Not at all."

I looked down as the Gryffindors angrily jabbered amongst themselves, making rude hand signs at the Slytherins. They obviously believed that the Slytherins were the ones who had tampered with the bludger. George, Fred, Alicia, Wood, and Harry were all waving their arms about, each of them arguing their sides while Katie and Angelina hung back. Madam Hooch started to approach them. I could hear the Slytherin's jeering from the other side of the pitch.

I glanced over at the teachers. None of them seemed to be thinking that there was anything wrong with the bludger. McGonagall looked extremely relaxed, perhaps because I had already told her that Gryffindor would win. Snape was sulking in his seat, his arms crossed across his chest. I wanted to tell them about the bludger, but the Professors never interfered with the Quidditch games- if the danger element was a Quidditch thing like a bludger.

I heard the whistle again and Harry kicked off hard. The bludger was immediately after him. Ginny was clutching my arm very tightly. Harry climbed higher and higher and then he started to do loops and zigzags and rolls. I heard laughter from the other houses, but not the Gryffindors who had, of course, sensed that something was wrong with the bludger.

The bludger just nearly missed him and he turned right, speeding in the opposite direction. It came at him again and he did a kind of twirl on his broom. I saw Malfoy up on there on his broom, laughing at Harry. I gritted my teeth, tempted to curse him. My arm was starting to lose feeling from Ginny squeezing it so tightly.

"MOVE HARRY!" I screamed at him, as he stood still on his broom. He gave a start, but it was too late, the bludger smashed into his elbow. He grabbed it in pain and then shot towards Malfoy, his other hand out. Malfoy moved out of the way, fear flickering across his face. I jumped up, wrenching my arm out of Ginny's grasp, ran down the aisles to the stairs, and started making my way down the stairs as Harry zoomed down to the ground.

He rolled off his broom and splattered into the mud and laid there. I quickly knelt by his side. "Harry?" I asked frantically, "Harry!"

He'd fainted. I tapped his face as the others came running down the stairs and the Gryffindor team came to land around him. The bludger came down again, aiming for him and I quickly raised my wand and shouted, "Finite Incantatem!" The bludger exploded into pixie dust and settled down around us gently.

"Guess we'll have to get a new bludger." Wood said, but he was grinning, glad that they'd won the game.

Suddenly, Lockhart was there, kneeling down next to Harry. Harry fluttered his eyes open and then said, "Oh, no, not you."

I laughed out loud, relieved. Relieved because Harry was awake and sensible, not relieved because Lockhart was there.

"Doesn't know what he's saying. Not to worry, Harry. I'm about to fix your arm." Lockhart said, pulling out his wand.

"No." I said quickly, my panic fluttering up again.

"No!" Harry shouted, panicking. "I'll keep it like this, thanks. . ." Then he added, "I don't want a picture of this, Colin." I realized Colin was taking pictures. I would've snapped at him if I hadn't known what was going to happen to him.

"Lie back, Harry. It's a simple charm I've used countless times-" Lockhart was trying to force Harry to lie back.

Harry gritted his teeth. "Why can't I just go to the hospital wing?"

"He should really, Professor." Wood said, still grinning and then added, "Great capture, Harry, really spectacular, your best yet, I'd say-"

Fred came to stand next to me. "Well done with that bludger." he whispered in my ear. I felt my cheeks redden.

"Stand back." Lockhart said and the crowd all backed up.

"No" Both Harry and I said at the same time and instinctively, without thinking, I reached up to grab Lockhart's wand from him. I missed, an inch short and I felt a tremendous, unspectacular feeling go through my arm. Lockhart didn't seem to have noticed this as I stumbled back in surprise and he did the spell again unconcerned. This time the spell hit Harry's arm.

"Elizabeth?" Fred asked in concern, catching me by the shoulders. "What happened?"

I tried to open my mouth to tell him, but instead, shook my head. I thought I might be sick with pain. I prodded my arm. My bones were still in there, thankfully, but my entire arm had this pins and needles sensation that felt like how TV static looked. My head was starting to feel fuzzy too.

"Ah." I heard Lockhart say as my vision started to swim, "Yes. Well, that can sometimes happen. But the point is, the bones are no longer broken. That's the thing to bear in mind. So, Harry, just toddle up to the hospital wing- ah, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger, would you escort him?- Madam Pomfrey will be able to-er- tidy you up a bit."

I leaned around Fred's arm and nearly threw up again. Harry's arm no longer looked like an arm. It resembled perhaps a balloon or rubber glove.

"Let's get you to the hospital wing." Fred murmured in my ear. "Come on."

I was able to walk, though the pain in my arm was immense, and I leaned on Fred on my way up to the Hospital wing, Harry, Ron, and Hermione following from behind, then the rest of the Gryffindor team.

Madam Pomfrey was outraged with the both of us, more specifically Harry because his arm had originally been broken. We got beds right next to each other. She started muttering underneath her breath about incompetent teachers and I wondered just how aware the other Professors were of Lockhart's stupidity and why Dumbledore had let him teach us.

'He was on'y person for the job.'

Madam Pomfrey treated me first because apparently mine was going to take longer to mend than Harrys! My arm wasn't mendable the way it was already. So she had to give me a potion to remove the bones from my arm, then give me a potion to make the bones regrow! Can you believe that? As if I needed another reason to highly dislike Lockhart.

The deboning took nearly an hour so Madam Pomfrey bustled about Harry, giving him Skele-gro in order to regrow the bones in his arms. The Gryffindor team showed up some time later with food and drinks to celebrate but Madam Pomfrey shooed them all out, yelling about the number of bones we had to regrow tonight. Thirty-three, to be precise.

Once all the bones were out of my arm- and my arm no longer hurt- Madam Pomfrey gave me the Skele-gro. It burned my throat and I choked and sputtered and coughed it down. My eyes were streaming with tears as I laid down on the bed and tried to fall asleep as quickly as possible.

I got my wish.

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𝕬 𝖑𝖔𝖚𝖉 𝖈𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖐 woke me up and I gave a start, startled. I laid in my hospital bed for a moment, sure that it had just been a noise in my dreams. Then, there were some whimpering noises and someone was scuttling around, and I heard water being run, and someone hopping up onto someone's bed.

I was frozen, not entire sure what was happening. Were we in danger? Then I heard Harry's voice mutter, "Get off! Dobby!"

I rolled over carefully in bed, nearly shouting aloud when I felt pain in my arm again.

I saw the house-elf, crying and peering at Harry in the darkness. I closed my eyes half-way so that I could see and hear, but so that they wouldn't know I was listening in. I wasn't sure that Dobby would talk if he knew I was awake.

"Harry Potter came back to school. Dobby warned and warned Harry Potter. Ah sir, why didn't you heed Dobby? Why didn't Harry Potter go back home when he missed the train?"

I heard a sound and flicked my eyes open for a second as Harry pushed himself up onto his pillows, sitting up. "What're you doing here? And how did you know I missed the train?" The house-elves bottom lip quivered, but he said nothing and Harry exclaimed, "It was you! You stopped the barrier from letting us through!"

"Indeed yes, sir. Dobby hid and watched for Harry Potter and sealed the gateway when that girl over there put her hand on it. Dobby couldn't let Harry Potter into the school, no matter what! Dobby had to iron his hands afterward but Dobby didn't care, sir, for he though Harry Potter was safe, and never did Dobby dream that Harry Potter would get to school another way!"

Awww, poor Dobby. But my damn hand!

"Dobby was so shocked when he heard Harry Potter was back at Hogwarts, he let his master's dinner burn! Such a flogging Dobby never had, sir. . ."

Harry slumped more comfortably into his pillows. "You nearly got Ron and me expelled! And Elizabeth had to stay there for nine hours! You'd better get lost before my bones come back, Dobby, or I might strangle you!"

Dobby smiled weakly, the last thing I thought he was going to do. "Dobby is used to death threats, sir. Dobby gets them five times a day at home." Then he blew his nose on the pillowcase he was wearing.

"Why d'you wear that thing, Dobby?" Harry asked curiously. His anger had burned out once again. I reckoned he was in to much pain to get properly angry. Plus, he was to nice of a person.

"This, sir?" Dobby asked, pulling the pillow case away from his body for a second and letting it fall. "'Tis a mark of the house-elf's enslavement, sir. Dobby can only be freed if his masters present him with clothes, sir. The family is careful not to pass Dobby even a sock, sir, for then he would be free to leave their house forever."

I closed my eyes. Perhaps I could fall asleep again? There was another sharp pain in my arm. I gritted my teeth. I was going to hate myself forever for grabbing Lockhart's wand. Or- attempting to anyways.

"Harry Potter must go home! Dobby thought his Bludger would be enough to make-"

Harry interrupted Dobby angrily, "Your bludger? What d' you mean, your Bludger? You made that Bludger try and kill me?"

"Not kill you, sir, never kill you! Dobby wants to save Harry Potter's life! Better sent home, grievously injured, then remain here sir! Dobby only wanted Harry Potter hurt enough to be sent home!" Dobby said, so shocked that his sobs had stopped.

"Oh, is that all?" Harry asked, still extremely angry. "I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you wanted me sent home in pieces?"

I wondered if Madam Hooch had ordered a new Bludger yet and if I was going to get detention for destroying school property.

"Ah, if Harry Potter only knew!" Dobby groaned. "If he knew what he means to us, to the lowly, the enslaved, we dregs of the magical world! Dobby remembers how it was when He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was at the height of his powers, sir! We house-elf's were treated like vermin, sir! Of course, Dobby is still treated like that, sir. But mostly, sir, life has improved for my kind since you triumphed over He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Harry Potter survived, and the Dark Lord's power was broken, and it was a new dawn, sir, and Harry Potter shone like a beacon of hope for those of us who thought the Dark days would never end, sir. . ."

I realized that I was silently crying. Bloody hell, there was something wrong with me. . .but Dobby was painting such a beautiful picture, one that I could connect with. Harry had been everything to me when I had been younger. I had been so excited to tell him I was his sister when we started Hogwarts and yet. . .

". . .And now, at Hogwarts, terrible things are to happen, are perhaps happening already, and Dobby cannot let Harry Potter stay here now that history is to repeat itself, now that the Chamber of Secrets is open once more-"

I gave a start and rolled over. I yelped in pain, but it was covered my Dobby cracking himself over his head with Harry's water jug and muttering "Bad Dobby, bad Dobby." Harry looked over and we locked eyes for a second. I put a finger to my lips.

"So there is a Chamber of Secrets?" Harry whispered, excited now. "And- did you say it's been opened before? Tell me, Dobby. . . But I'm not Muggle-born- how can I be in danger from the Chamber?"

Because, I thought but didn't say, you're an enemy of Voldemort.

"Ah, sir, ask no more, ask no more of poor Dobby. Dark deeds are planned in this place, but Harry Potter must not be here when they happen- go home, Harry Potter, go home. Harry Potter must not meddle in this, sir, 'tis too dangerous-"

"Who is it, Dobby?" Harry asked. He had a firm hold on Dobby's wrist, probably so that Dobby couldn't punish himself for telling Harry so many things he wasn't supposed to. "Who's opened it? Who opened it last time?"

"Dobby can't, sir, Dobby can't, Dobby mustn't tell! Go home, Harry Potter, go home!" Dobby squealed.

"I'm not going anywhere!" Harry said fiercely. "One of my best friends is Muggle-born; she'll be first in line if the Chamber really as been opened-"

I felt pride fill my heart. I really did love Harry.

"Harry Potter risks his own life for his friends!" Dobby moaned in a joyful, melancholy way that made my bones shiver. Or maybe that was the Skele-gro. "So noble! So valiant! But he must save himself, he must, Harry Potter must not-"

He stopped talking, listening. Harry threw himself down on the bed and Dobby disappeared. I quickly rolled back over onto my good arm, my bad arm on top of my chest.

I watched, through squinted eyes as Professor Dumbledore and Snape shuffled slowly, carrying what seemed to be a marble statue. Professor McGonagall trailed after them, a hand over her mouth. What was Snape doing? He hadn't been part of the original vision. Unless he was only here because I'd told him along with Dumbledore and McGonagall about Colin. The statue was probably Colin- petrified.

They laid him down on a bed two away from me.

"Get Madam Pomfrey." I heard Dumbledore whisper. I closed my eyes, in case one of them looked over at me.

I heard urgent voices in another room and then the sounds of feet walking back and then a gasp of surprise from Madam Pomfrey.

"What happened?" She asked, leaning over Colin.

"Another attack." Dumbledore said calmly. "Minerva found him on the stairs."

I nearly scoffed. Sure she did. She probably stayed up the entire night and then went to where she knew the attack was and then she did find him.

"There was a bunch of grapes next to him." Professor McGonagall said and I saw an image in my mind of a pale white hand laying on the ground- a bunch of pure purple grapes laying inches away. "We think he was trying to sneak up here to visit Potter."

I heard creaking on the bed next to me and knew Harry was lifting himself up to see who it was, probably figuring that it was Colin.

"Petrified?" Madam Pomfrey whispered. I figured it was kind of obvious.

"Yes." Professor McGonagall said. "But I shudder to think. . . If Albus hadn't been on the way downstairs for hot chocolate- who knows what might have-"

She drifted off. The four of them were silent for a long time. I watched Dumbledore wrench the camera out of Colin's grasp.

"You don't think he managed to get a picture of his attacker?" Professor Snape asked slowly. He didn't sound hopeful.

Dumbledore didn't answer, perhaps because he didn't want to get anyone's hopes up. I heard a click as he opened the back of the camera.

"Good gracious!" Madam Pomfrey exclaimed as a jet of steam hissed out of the camera.

The smell wafted over and I smelt the burnt plastic and metal and battery acid and the smell filled my lungs. My eyes teared up and my throat burned and then I started to cough horribly. The Professor's heads popped up, looking in my direction as I rolled over so that my head was over the side of the bed, dry retching.

Madam Pomfrey was by my side in a second, leaning over me. "Miss Kane, are you alright?"

"No, I think-." I managed to say through the retching. I really was going to throw up any second. She quickly conjured up a trash can and I vommited twice, and then laid back on the pillows, breathing hard. Tears were rolling down my face.

"I'll be right back." She said and hurried over to the cupboard and pulled out a bottle. I sat up so that I could take the medicine.

"Thank you." I muttered. I didn't look at Professor Dumbledore or McGonagall or Snape or Harry.

"This'll help you sleep and soothe those coughs." Madam Pomfrey said in her kind voice.

I laid back down and pulled the covers over me thickly. The medicine was fast acting. The last thing I heard was Dumbledore saying, ". . .Chamber of Secrets is indeed open again." Then, I was out like a light and I had no idea what was said after that.

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Magnolia in May ~ Chapter Eleven

Author's Note: It's honestly a MIRACLE that I got this released in time considering how my week has started off with me feeling really sick and a bunch of other stuff. Hopefully by next week, I'll feel better, but for now, let us indulge in some Lizzie x Jessie friendship! Chapter Warning(s): None

Word Count: 4271

Chapter Eleven

The minute I got inside, I took off my jacket, put it on the coat hook and then placed my boots next to Charlie and Ruby’s. This place was not as big as Arrow House, but somehow, it suited her. It was much like her character; quiet, friendly, and inviting. People came to her with their problems and she was always willing to offer a listening ear or words of advice when necessary. I took quite a liking to her when we first met, considering the obvious tension between her and Thomas.

“You and Tommy seem very close.”

In spite of said tension, I also thought it was funny how she still called him ‘Tommy’ and he called her ‘Lizzie’ when they were in the same room, as though they were still good friends. Maybe they didn’t get on as well at first as they did now.

“We are quite fond of one another,” I nodded.

Her eyes sparkled in the light coming from the window and a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. Then she leaned forward as if to whisper conspiratorially. “It is a wonder he hasn’t taken you to bed yet.”

My jaw nearly dropped to the floor the second the words came out of her mouth and I could tell that I looked like a codfish, so I forced my mouth closed and then cleared my throat, swallowing thickly and feeling my cheeks turning pink with the sudden heat. “Yes, well, it’s a little hard with the nightmares and all that.”

“He told me they were becoming less frequent.” She sounded concerned.

We made our way to a sitting-room a little ways down a corridor from the entrance of the house. I was silent for a few moments. I wanted to plan my next words carefully, because it would be easy for her to assume that she was the one at fault for the return of the nightmares. There was no need to add to the excruciating amount of guilt she was feeling over separating from him, no need to drive her already fragile emotions to the very edge. I wanted to reassure her that it wasn’t her fault, that she was the cause of the nightmares.

Knowing that the children were around was another good reason to keep my voice quiet and to filter through my words. Looking around, I made sure they were not within earshot before I continued. “They started up again several weeks ago. He said something about tunnels and shovels and feeling trapped beneath them.”

Lizzie was considerately quiet now, too and after a moment, she nodded. “He used to be what was known as a tunneler. He and several other men dug long tunnels underneath contested no-man’s-land territory to bury explosives underneath enemy trenches. The job was incredibly dangerous — they risked capture by the enemy and death from tunnels collapsing. They also fought at the Battle of the Somme and the Battle of Verdun, two of the most infamously bloody conflicts of the war.”

She closed the door when we stepped over the threshold. It clicked quietly shut behind her, then she went to sit in one of the two armchairs near the fireplace and gestured for me to do the same.

“He’s never gone into complete detail about what happened,” she continued, picking up the teapot and pouring the warm, soothing liquid into two white, porcelain tea cups. The steam rose from the rim and evaporated into the warm air. “I understand that he would much rather forget that part of his life ever happened, then have to explain it all as if it were fresh in his mind.”

I pick up my cup and then take a small sip to avoid burning my tongue. “He woke up in such a dreadful state that it makes me wish there was something I could do to help him besides offering words of comfort and embracing him in ways that only temporarily eliminate the ghosts of his past.”

“Someone’s been reading a lot of Shakespeare,” she said with a tiny smile.

“I’m sorry?” I blinked several times to try and comprehend the meaning.

“No, I just meant when you said ‘eliminating the ghosts of his past,’ it sort of sounds like something he would write about.”

“Perhaps in his early years of his writing,” I laughed, “I am not as well-versed or have such an advanced vocabulary. Nor do I think I could keep speaking in riddles.”

A few minutes of silence passed, but I didn’t mind it. While some may have seen it as awkward, or felt the need to fill it with idle chatter and small talk, I took it as a spare second to think, to allow my mind to wander wherever it wanted to. I wasn’t sure where Thomas was right now, or who exactly he was going to speak with when he got to wherever it was he needed to be, but I hoped that he knew what he was getting into and I wanted him to know that I and the rest of his family would be praying for his safe return. Soon enough, Lizzie spoke again.

“Permit me for saying this, but I have noticed that he has been a different man since he met you,” she said. I looked her way, surprised by not only the break of the silence, but of the words that were spoken. “I mean this in the best possible way, of course. Ever since Grace died, and after losing his brother, he doesn’t let people get too close to him and whenever someone tries, he pushes them away. He keeps his heart locked up in a safe that no one can find the passcode to, not even me, the one person he vowed to share everything with. At the beginning of the divorce, he barely paid any attention to them aside from mealtimes and they would call me on the telephone, begging for me to come and pick them up.”

I was surprised to say the least. Thomas always appeared to be a doting father to his children. He gave them everything and anything they wanted without spoiling them. He listened to them play their instruments, he comforted them when something was bothering them, sat with them during mealtimes and played with them when he wasn’t working. He even put his work aside to attend the picnic with them that one day and it made them so happy.

It might seem to some that we were speaking of two different Thomas Shelbys, one who was present in the family and his children’s lives and one who distanced himself from the people he cared about and who cared about him.

“It’s one of the things that caused us to separate. He just wasn’t the same anymore, and when he went away, he smelled like other women. He reeked of blood and danger and Charlie even said to me, ‘you’re more my mum than he is my dad’ and it broke my heart. Not just for Charlie but for Thomas. They had an unbreakable bond, which seemed to crumble more and more until it was nothing more than dust, old memories that were left behind in the past.”

She paused again, gazing into the fireplace for a moment, collecting her emotions. One thing I admired, but was also slightly concerned about, was that too often, her main focus was taking care of everyone else and making sure their needs were met while rarely allowing herself to take care of her own or to let anyone see her own sadness, anger and pain. After all, the separation took a toll on her as well and it seemed to me like her way of dealing with her negative emotions was pretending they didn’t exist in the first place.

I wasn’t sure what to do at that moment, but I felt this strong inclination to reach out to her, to put a hand on hers and tell her that it was okay if she needed to cry, or to take a step back for a while. On the other hand, having the children with her for a couple of weeks might be just the thing to lift her spirits.

“But things changed. I was surprised that one night near the end of April when I didn’t receive a single telephone call and at first I was worried, because what if something happened to them? Now I see that it’s because of you. I should be jealous of you, furious even.”

“I assure you, Miss Stark, that you have nothing to be jealous of. Thomas and I are good friends. Nothing more.”

She added a few cubes of sugar into her tea and then gently stirred it so it wouldn’t remain in a clump. “Good friends, eh? Then why did it take you so long to say ‘goodbye’ to one another?”

My head snapped upward and she looked back at me through narrowed eyes, raising one brow sceptically. I opened my mouth to speak, in a lame attempt to explain my absence and protect my reputation, but then she started laughing.

“Look at your face, you’re as red as a tomato.”

While Lizzie tried in vain to recover herself, I wasn’t sure what to do. I didn’t feel like laughing in the least, and I sat there feeling awkward and embarrassed and a little bit foolish. I should have known Lizzie would find out about Thomas and I and while I did wish we had a little more time together, him and I, I am glad that we parted ways when we did, or else we would have taken a lot longer, thus raising more suspicions.

How much she knew, however, I still wasn’t sure and I wasn’t going to ask any further questions about it, dig myself a deeper hole than I was already in. At least now she was smiling, though. That was the only good thing about it, even if it was at my own expense.

“Well, to be honest with you, I would much rather see him with you than that May Carleton woman.” She looked down at her clenched fist and loosened it. “She’s practical and follows structure and routine very strictly, which I am certain you’ve noticed, but she lacks imagination and creativity. Not like you.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I smiled, and took another sip of my tea.

“You should,” she said, smiling back at me, but it quickly vanished as soon as it appeared. “She is a bit too forward, however. She knows exactly how to draw Tommy in and sometimes he is too quick to fall for it. Or he was, anyway.”

“Was?”

“Like I said, he’s been different since he met you. Although, if there ever comes a time when I need to make a choice between who I think best suits him besides you, I would easily choose her over Tatiana.”

“Tatiana? May? Lizzie? Grace? How many women does Mister Shelby know exactly?”

My mouth snapped shut, realising I had just asked that question out loud rather than in my head. Lizzie leaned her head back and sighed dramatically.

“Too many to count, I’m afraid.” She added a little bit more sugar to her tea, seeing as how it wasn’t sweet enough already. “But rest assured, he will not be seeing Tatiana again. And May? Far as I know, she’s just a friend.”

“Who’s Tatiana?” I asked.

“No one you need to worry about.” She shook her head, setting her cup and saucer down, then meeting my eyes again. “She is a duchess. Rich, beautiful, a real temptress who would do just about anything to get what she wanted. I never met her or knew her personally. Not really, but I never liked her, and shockingly, neither did Tommy. She stayed over one night, and things got out of hand. That’s all he was willing to tell me about her.”

“Men are weak when it comes to women, especially those they know are trouble. And they rarely think twice about the consequences until it’s far too late. I’m not saying all men are, and forgive me if what I’m saying is too bold, but let’s just say that when you’ve been in the business for as long as I have, you get to know a bunch of different characters.”

“So I’m assuming you have a handful of scandals?” she asked, perking up.

“Oh, trust me, I have many.”

“Well, then, you must tell me about them.”

“And here I thought you weren’t one for idle gossip.”

“What are friends for if you can’t gossip with them? Besides, it’s in the past now, isn’t it? it? Surely it won’t harm them and they’re not going to hear us anyway. I, too, have met my fair share of characters whilst in my old profession.”

“Really? And what was it?” I asked, taking a sip of my tea.

“Not the sort of business you want on a resume, I’ll say that much.”

“Oh,” I said, unable to keep the surprise out of my voice.

“You seem shocked,” she said, glancing up at me.

“Not at all — I mean, you’re very pretty — That is —” I was stumbling over my words. I didn’t want to offend her by saying anything rude or by making some remark, and surely this was not an appropriate topic to discuss while having tea with a dear friend.

She laughed again, shaking her head. “I know what you mean. It wasn’t my first choice. Originally, I wanted to become a writer, print articles for the daily papers, maybe write a few stories and get them published, but no one believed in me, not even the people I called my friends. Then after losing my parents, I had to find some way to provide for myself.”

Her tone became less amused and more serious as she went on. I thought she might start weeping and instinctively, I put a hand out and placed it on top of her own.

“You needn’t talk about it anymore if you don’t want to.”

She looked relieved now and she smiled. “Thank you. It’s all in the past now, so I need not dwell on it.”

“Still, you shouldn’t have had to give up your dreams because no one believed in you. Do you still wish to write?”

“Well, I’ve started writing short stories for children. Not sure if I will ever publish them, but—”

“You should!” I said, a little too hurriedly. “I’m sure Charlie and Ruby will love them. They’ll tell their friends, their friends will tell their friends, imagine it!”

Her smile grew until it stretched all the way across her face.

“You really think I can do it?”

“I don’t think so. I know so,” I answered.

A few moments of silence went by and none of us seemed to mind it.

She stood up and collected both of our cups and saucers. “More tea?”

“Thank you, but I’m afraid I feel a bit ill.”

When she noticed the almost faraway look on my face, she placed a reassuring hand on mine, which startled me at first, but a few seconds later, I found myself appreciating the gesture. “Don’t worry. Tommy’s gotten himself into plenty of scrapes before, tricky ones, at that, but he’s always found a way to weasel his way out of them. No doubt he’ll return safe and sound.”

“I hope so,” I replied, rubbing my hand on the fabric of my dress and meeting her eyes. She gazed at me with a sympathetic expression in her eyes just as Charlie came into the room, glancing between us.

“Jessie, will you play with us?” he asked softly. I could tell he’d been waiting until we’d finished our conversation to ask the question. Something I am certain his father or Lizzie must have taught him.

“Of course I will, give me a few minutes and I’ll be right there.”

He nodded and then ran back out of the room, possibly to tell Ruby the good news. Lizzie and I both stood up at the same time and I took a deep breath.

“The kids seem to have taken quite a liking to you as well,” she observed. “Good. I can’t imagine having a governess like Mrs. Pritchard was a pleasure. They told me how much she disliked them.”

“Charlie has mentioned her a few times, yes. He told me she was horrid to them. She would literally drag them out of bed in the morning, make them dress themselves and but the thing that was when he told me all of the things she said to him and Ruby. Shaming them for who they were and where they came from.”

I could feel my hands shaking but I didn’t know why. No, actually, I knew exactly why. I was angry. I was angry for the very same reasons that I was when Thomas and I were talking not long ago, and when Django and his family once returned from the city and people had been insulting them and whispering about them when they thought no one was paying attention. What had they done to deserve such treatment? And what could someone possibly gain from degrading someone else?

“Why bother working with or having children if you don’t like them?” I whispered, sitting down again rubbing my arms nervously. Lizzie watched me from the corner of her eye and after a moment, she placed her hand on my shoulder.

“I wasn’t expecting Ruby to come so soon after Thomas and I married, and to tell you the truth, I wasn’t sure I was ready to become a mother, but as time passed and this baby inside me grew, the first time I held her in my arms, I knew that she was meant to be. That I would do anything for her, and for Charlie. As soon as they told me about what happened, I begged them to talk to their dad. It was the only time he’d set his work aside and listened to them.”

She paused and it looked as though tears had come into her eyes.

“Are there some things I wish I did differently? Yes. Do I wish things had turned out better for us? Of course I do. But I feel like things are in a good place right now. I mean, if things had worked out, the children never would have met you.”

Neither of us said anything for a little while, until the both of us had a chance to settle down and collect our emotions. Then Lizzie sighed and ran her fingers through her hair.

“Did you ever wish you could be a mother? Or had you dreamed of having children of your own?” She paused. “Forgive me. You don’t have to answer that question if it’s too personal.”

“That’s the thing. I never thought about having children, I just like working with them and teaching them. I will admit, way back when I started, there was a little boy who screamed and kicked and pinched, sometimes over the smallest things. I made a vow to never have children.”

“How did you manage? Did you end up resigning?”

“Trust me, I could have, but one day, I just sat him down and he told me he felt so angry all the time. His mother had died a few weeks before I arrived, and his father sort of shut himself up in his office. He only ever paid attention to the boy if he acted up, so that’s what he did.”

Lizzie shook her head dismally and looked at me. “Poor child.”

I nodded. “I told him that it was okay to be angry and to feel sad, but also that we needed to find healthy ways of dealing with our emotions, like talking about it with someone we trust. So, then I put both the father and son in the same room and allowed them to have a private conversation, to let it all out. By the time I came back, they were both crying, but in a good way.”

“Jessie! Are you coming?” Charlie and Ruby were standing in the entryway and were waiting very patiently for the two of us to finish our conversation.

“You go on,” said Lizzie, “I have things that I need to finish up here anyway.”

“Very well, Miss Stark.”

“Titles seem too formal for a place like this. Right here, we are Jessie and Lizzie.” She took both of my hands in hers. They were warm and soft, much like herself, and they were very clean. Each nail was around the same size and they looked like they had been trimmed recently. “You know, I didn’t have any sisters growing up, but I’m sure you and I are going to get along splendidly. Oh, speaking of sisters, a few family members are going to be coming over on Wednesday morning for breakfast. I thought you would like to know in advance.”

“You mean Auntie Ada is coming?” Charlie asked.

“And Uncle Arthur?” Ruby added.

“Yes, yes,” Lizzie smiled at them. “Auntie Polly is coming, too.”

“And all of our cousins!” Ruby was grinning from ear to ear, but then she looked over at Lizzie. “Does our Daddy know?”

“Yes. Your daddy already told me before you came. We have business to discuss as well, so you can play outside with your cousins.”

“Can we have another picnic with Jessie?”

“I think it’s up to her to decide,” she said and both of the children took my hands and tilted their chins up to try and win me over with puppy dog eyes. How could I possibly say ‘no’ when they were looking at me like that?

“Pleeeeease?” They said at the same time and I pretended to sigh.

“Alright, then, another picnic it is.” I chuckled, “Oh, but if I’m not mistaken, I believe you both asked me to play with you.”

“Race you to the top,” said Charlie and he and Ruby turned on their heels and went up the stairs faster than I ever could.

“No fair, you two are faster than me,” I said, going after them. When I got to the top of the stairs, I was out of breath and Charlie was trying his best to hold back a smile as I took a minute to regain some of the oxygen I had lost coming up.

“We win this time,” he said.

“Yeah, well, you started without me, so…”

This time, Ruby was laughing with him. But she quickly turned around, opened the door and she and Charlie stepped into the playroom. It was a little bit smaller than the one back at Arrow House, but was not lacking in toys and books.

“There’s certainly a lot of interesting things to do,” I mused, sitting cross-legged on the floor, looking around at the number of board games and stuffed animals and there were even two toy rocking horses. Good thing there were two. Not that I would expect them to argue over it, but you never know.

“Jessie, you try!” said Ruby, sliding off the horse and then gesturing toward it.

“Oh, I don’t know. I think I’m too tall to fit on it now.”

“Come on,” said Charlie, “what’s the worst that can happen?”

“First of all, I don’t want to break it. Second, I’m not properly dressed.”

“Alright, then. Ruby and I will race and then you can be the judge.”

“Yeah, you can be the one who shouts ‘Ready, Steady, Go!”

“Sounds much better,” I agreed, “but we’ll need an audience.”

The three of us set to work, putting both horses in a line, making a pretend mark with one of Ruby’s hair ribbons, and then assembling an audience with the stuffed animals and toy soldiers.

“We have to have some officers there in case a bad guy comes,” Charlie insisted.

“You’re right. We all know bad things can happen anywhere.”

“That’s what Daddy says,” Ruby nodded, frowning slightly.

“Don’t worry, there won’t be any bad guys,” Charlie assured her, putting a warm hand on her shoulder, “and if there are, we’ll take care of ‘em, right?”

“Right,” she said, grinning.

“That’s it, you two, chin up. The race is about to start.”

Ruby put up a hand. “Wait, we need money, too!”

“Money?” I exclaimed.

“Yeah. Daddy says people can win lots of money at races, too.”

“What else has your daddy told you?” I asked, folding my arms across my chest.

They both giggled and I couldn’t help but smile at them.

“Okay, well, we don’t have any real money, so we can use marbles.”

I reached into the toy chest and pulled out the marbles.

“Let’s see, we’ve got thirty marbles. That means whoever chose the winning horse will each get a marble which is worth a thousand pounds, right?”

Charlie put a hand to his head. “How am I supposed to know? Money is tricky.”

“It is, isn’t it?” I laughed.

“No, Teddy! No betting until it starts!” Ruby sternly pointed at her bear sitting innocently in the front row of the stadium. “You have to wait until we hand you the paper before you can place your bet. That’s the rule.”

“Now, are we ready?” I asked and both competitors got onto their horses.

“Ready,” they both said.

“Alright, then, Ready….. Steady…. Go!” I made a fake sound to let them know that the race had officially started and they took off.

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#peaky blinders #thomas shelby #cillian murphy #peaky blinders fanfic #thomas shelby x oc #tommy shelby #tommy shelby x oc #fanfic #fanfiction

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besidesitstoowarm · 1 year ago

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"Partners in Crime" thoughts

bf decided wilf is the best. he is not wrong

the adipose are literally one of the creatures of all time. amongus babies + porg + autism creature. i love them sooooo so much i also kind of want to eat them. it's fine

donna and ten have i think the best chemistry of any doctor-companion pairing in all of new who, possibly ever? in new who at least the only other pairing that comes close is eleven and river and that's bc he wants her strap so bad it makes him sick. they are just so fucking funny and iconic "you're not mating with me sunshine" he is truly in his sad wet era

i don't care about the plot cause the plot's not important. i love how sylvia says donna is the only unemployed person "not like the 80s" what the fuck are you talking about. jesus christ i know jackie can be a bit grating but rose was also 19, of course jackie is protective. donna's like 30! sylvia can eat my shorts. wilf is so supportive and sweet tho, i love their convo by the telescope

do we ever fucking find out what the shadow proclamation is? does chibnall explain it cause it seems like a very chibnall era thing to do. it seems like space nato but idk how much power they could have given that ten basically said the loss of the time lords was the loss of a governing body for space law. maybe he just meant in relation to timey wimey? and the shadow proclamation handles everything else? the whole "breeding planet" stuff felt very futurama to me. popplers

i appreciate that ten acknowledged he "destroyed half of [martha's] life" now can you tell HER that. of course now that she's gone he's all sadboy ohhh i didn't appreciate her enough and i fucked her up. it feels like a retroactive apology from davies. davies i forgive you. ten you're on thin fucking ice.

and then we see the ghost of rose! kind of. not ghost. but her appearance and the music that plays (i think it might be "vale decem"?) echoes the end of the season. we get the hint at the ending right at the beginning. "it was always going to happen, she's been dead since the beginning" kinda vibe. obviously it's meant as just a little tease for the rest of the season but it really felt like a death omen, esp w peter capaldi in the next ep. you're on borrowed time!!

the last thing i want to call back to is when the doctor gives foster one chance to make it right or else he'll fuck her up. it very much echoed "no second chances" from "christmas invasion", i think the only one who ever gets a second chance from ten (not even rose, who gets her second chance with his clone) is the master, who basically never expends his chances. no second chances unless it's my gay best friend that i have a dubiously homoerotic/malicious situationship with. many such cases

#doctor who #besides its too rewatch #DW s4 #Partners in Crime

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greymatthews · 2 years ago

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⏤ 　　𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 . . . 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐖𝐒 　 .

( ─── ) brenton thwaites. he/him. cis man. ›spotted at the met steps , greyson matthews , most likely listening to outside by staind with their airpods pro . the twenty-eight gained quite a reputation , known to be -despondent yet +loyal to anyone who knows them . you'll easily spot them when you hear about the sound of flipping pages , typing on a typewriter , crumbled up sheets of paper , a kind but sad smile and the scent of fresh coffee , followed by boss selection by hugo boss . latest nepoupdates article talks about there being word that a so - called popular book is actually written by one greyson matthews - the famous screenwriter , but i guess any reputation is good reputation .

❛ ─── 𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲 » 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 » 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 . ( biography coming soon … )

❛ 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 !

NAME : greyson matthews . NICKNAMES : grey . BIRTHDAY / AGE : march 10th , 1994 & twenty - eight . GENDER / PRONOUNS : cismale & he / him . HOMETOWN : portland , oregon . CAREER : screenwriter & ghostwriter for novels . POSITIVE TRAITS : loyal , discreet , disciplined , pensive & persistent . NEUTRAL TRAITS : realistic , quiet , stubborn , anti - social & creative . NEGATIVE TRAITS : self - deprecating , closed off , pessimistic , disconsolate & negative .

𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀 ,

𝑝ℎ𝑦𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑏𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑠 ;

HAIR COLOR : brunette . EYE COLOR : brown . HEIGHT : five foot , eleven inches . TATTOOS : none . PIERCINGS : none . FACECLAIM : brenton thwaites .

𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑐 ;

ARTISTS STREAMED : alter bridge , staind , red hot chili peppers , led zeppelin , guns n' roses , boston , creed , audioslave , soundgarden , nirvana , pearl jam , pink floyd , aerosmith , the beatles , the cars , ac/dc , foreigner , the who , the doors , the rolling stones , crossfade , stone temple pilots , hoobastank , puddle of mudd , rise against , 3 doors down , incubus , collective soul , seether , trapt , foo fighters .

❛ 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐒 !

　　QUICK PERSONALITY CHECK . . .

just a bit of a personality check ; greyson is a very introverted person . he doesn't really connect to people all that much on a deep level . it takes a lot to get to know the real guy underneath everything else . he tries his best to be as friendly and outgoing in social situations but he's . . . not the best at them . he's more of a quiet type of person , observant . but he's also very much always in his head about a million things at one time . he is a very loyal person . never been a big fan of any kind of change or anything like that . that's always been something that he couldn't deal with . he's a pretty closed off person . he's one of those classic people that just . . . do not vibe with their life . your classic doomed writer .

　　TRIGGERS : slight mentions of abandonment and abuse .

greyson grew up as an only child . things were seemingly normal for a while . your average every day type of family . they weren't really poor but they weren't rich either .

it wasn't until greyson's mother had left one day that things in the family dynamic obviously started to change . from the way his father drank to the way things got a lot more rough in his living situation . there wasn't really a day when his dad wouldn't look at him and envision the woman that left them .

growing up , greyson began to get lost in stories in his head . wanting to be anywhere but where he was . there was nothing about his life that he liked . that he felt was worth fighting for other than those make believe stories in his head .

although , they weren't all rainbows and butterflies . there was still something about the creative process that distracted greyson . an escape from reality , even if his escape went into the lives of characters in his head that felt just as doomed as him . a way to relate to something .

greyson did everything he could growing up to go as unnoticed as possible . he didn't like the attention . if anything , he would rather be invisible than anything else . not wanting anyone to really dive deep into who he was or what he was about . it had always felt easier for greyson to hide behind things , even if that thing was a version of himself that wasn't at all real .

there was still this hopeful side of greyson in his teen years . this part of him that despite not wanting the eyes on him . he still wanted some kind of human connection . even if that was just with one person and he felt as though he found that in his high school sweetheart , carmen .

it wasn't until the end of high school that they ended up breaking up . everything that could've went wrong in their relationship , going wrong . causing greyson to have a slightly different outlook on love and other things .

he started to crawl into himself even more than he already had and although , because of how much he did it . he got better at being a human around other humans . . . he still had his moments where he really couldn't connect to anything in front of him .

when greyson was able to leave and get out of town , he did . wanting to get as far away from everything as possible .

fast forward years later and he's actually doing pretty well from himself money wise . he started screenwriting . although , it wasn't really the passion he had . . . he was more of a novel writer . it really did pay the bills and give him a pretty good name in the movie and television field .

#( * introduction . )#this is trash #one day i'll come back and fix it up ... but for now

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