#and the person who bought him is gonna make him their heir/next lead

[olessan-orroraci]

My hunting teams are really starting to shape up now :V

[buttofgrayson]

How I'd bring Nightwing back

Don't judge this too much it's just scatterbrained thoughts and ideas.

When William Cobb meets Dick he tells him straight up that he's his great great grandfather and roughly explains the court of owls to explain why William is still alive. After the traumatic experience that Bruce put him though (making him watch a video of his own shooting) Dick is more open to being closer to William. After all this is his only living family member and he doesn't expect him to act a certain way. Less pressure. He joins the the court of owls willingly and spends a couple issues as Talons partner before eventually finding out that they were the ones behind his loss of memory. They were there in the hospital and pretty much erased his memory themselves. Here's where we get a pretty cool fight with Dick and Talon that ends in almost a standstill. Dick beats talon pretty good but by the end they are both pretty damaged. That's when Dick gets the idea. Talon wants Dick as a partner but not only that. He wants him to be a part of the court of owls. Eventually placing him among the highest of their ranks. Talon believes that Dick could eventually even lead the court of owls. Dick stabs himself. This is probably gonna be a cliffhanger at the end of an issue. The reason that talons live so long is that they are put into regenerative pods. With Dick stabbing himself he puts Talon with a choice. It's either Talon lets his heir die or places him in a pod which may just undo the work they put in to erase his memories. Dick doesn't want to be what they made him. Talon folds and carries a passed out Dick to a pod. Will he survive? Is it too late? Of course not but you know. The next issue takes place in Dicks mind and is a rundown of his history. We see his parents getting killed, his life as a penniless circus performer, his experience in the juvenile detention center, becoming Robin, being shot and beaten by two face, being kicked out of the batcave, becoming Nightwing ect. Issue ends with Talon coming to the pod to see it broken open. He smirks. Next issue we see Dick on a motorcycle rolling up to what looks like an unfinished building. It's only a first floor pretty much. He explains in narration that he remembers everything. All the great amazing times he had with friends and heroes that love him. All the terrible times being abused and used and attacked and tortured and fucking seeing his friends die and fucking being blamed for so much shit he had no control over!!!!!! I digress. Here's where he becomes Nightwing again. He explains in narration. This is where his parents died. The land was sold and was going to be built upon before Bruce Wayne bought it himself for twice the amount it was worth. Dick never knew why he did this. It's been years and it's just been sitting here. Dick enters breaking down a metal door and roaming the cement structure of what would've been an office building or something by now. He finds the place. Just plain cement but he takes a sledgehammer to that shit. Underneath is his nightmare. He dives in the dark hole into the sand. Underneath the cement is a small dark place almost akin to a crawlspace. It's a small dark pit and he's met with the sand that once ran with his parents blood. He could just stay here. He could burry himself in this sand and let his pain become him just like batman. He cries. No dialogue. No sound effects. Let visuals do the talking and eventually he comes out as Nightwing. (Not in costume but you get the point) Dick could've easily become batman. A person who is driven by his pain but Nightwing is someone who rises out of that pain to be a better person.

[singingunderthecurtain]

God, Is That You? | 20190321

Author: @julietsoddeye​ Genre: Angst | Fluff | Fantasy AU Pairing: Xiumin x Female Reader (ft. Taeyong) Warning: Language | Mention of ONS

Plot: Dear Diary, hopefully this is just a dream because this is not how he said it should be!

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You were awoken by the ear-splitting sound of your ringtone right into your right ear. You fell asleep instantly last night, forgetting to put your phone on your bedside table.

Who the fuck is calling you at this hour? Since your suspension you have been sleeping late, ergo you wake up late.

Not looking whoever the hell is calling, “Hello,” you answered groggily.

“I need you to come to the office.”

You shoot right up. Eyes suddenly the size of plates wide. 

That was your manager. No, not your immediate boss, but the department manager, Mr. Lee. He never, ever calls you… 

Well he called you once last year, to ask you to pick up his three ugly pugs from the groomers because apparently everyone in his household was too busy to do so. He did give you a crisp ₩50,000 that day, to silence you about running him a personal errand, which is prohibited in your company. 

You’re so used to doing things for everyone because before there were newbies, before Taeyong, you were once the “Errand Girl”. When it was Taeyong’s turn to be the errand boy when he started, you felt bad for him and you helped him. That’s how you became good friends.

“Are you there? Did you hear me?” your Manager slightly raised his voice.

You shook your head to fully wake yourself at once, “Yes, sir. I’m sorry, I just woke up,” you scramble to your feet and grab your bath towel.

“Be there on time,” he said before abruptly ending the call.

—

It’s still too early, considering your manager called you an hour and a half before the actual work time, EVERYONE seems to be here already, even the usually tardy people are around, scrambling to their feet like crazy as if a disaster is about to happen. A lot of your coworkers come in literally five minutes before nine and it’s not even eight-forty-five and here they are.

You made a beeline to your desk, making sure to dodge your busy coworkers when nobody even noticed your presence. The moment you put your purse down the table, you and Taeyong made eye contact. ( your tables are parallel to each other)

“What’s happening?” “What are you doing here?”

The both of you exclaimed at the same time and then laughed immediately right after.

“I’ll go first,” Taeyong started with a giggle, “apparently our CEO will have an early retirement and wants his son to take over asap. So the old man is gonna show his son around the whole company today,” he said as he placed down his phone on his table. 

You see that he was just messing around with his mobile phone with just the right amount of paper stack he does every day. He is pretty efficient at his job, he makes sure to finish the right workload so that he will never have backlogs or bring home any work with him. (unless it’s new season projects, taking home work can’t be helped)

“I see,” you nod your head up and down in understanding. 

Your coworkers are pacing around the office to make their workspace look busy, adding unnecessary papers and old logs from previous weeks ago. Pffft, wouldn’t that only show the company owners that their employees are lazy? That they don’t do their work???

“So what are you doing here?” he asked again, this time standing from his chair to hand you the paper bag of pastry he bought. Obviously wanting to share the food with you.

“Mr. Lee called me earlier this morning, asking me to come in,” you simply reply. 

Thankfully he doesn’t have coffee on his table yet, so you hand him one of the cups you were holding. Taeyong’s eyes lit up seeing the written order of his favorite drink on the paper cup.

“Hey, guys listen up!”

The loud voice of your immediate boss suddenly pierces through the slight buzz around the office. Took a minute before everyone settled to listen.

“Mr. Lee is going to say a few words.”

He and Mr. Lee are standing above the few steps leading up to their respective private offices. You, Taeyong, and the rest of the people in your department are frozen waiting for whatever the hell the department head is about to say.

“Floor is yours, Sir…” your immediate boss motions for Mr. Lee to start.

“So,” Mr. Lee started, paused to clear his throat, “you all already know that we will be having a new CEO soon. Kim Sajangnim called for a board meeting two weeks ago to announce that.” he continues.

Taeyong suddenly nudged you and when you looked at him, he discreetly handed you half of the blueberry muffin he gave you just a few minutes ago.

You smile a bit as you take the snack from him and Taeyong smiles back and takes a sip of the coffee you bought for him.

“Kim Sajangnim wanted to spend time with his new wife. That’s why the early retirement,” Mr. Lee had his left hand over the right side of his mouth pretending to whisper with a weird and petty expression on his face.

How lucky are you to land a job in an environment like this? You almost rolled your eyes but stopped yourself from doing so. You just got back from work, you don’t want to be on his bad side again. He’s not even looking at you, but someone might be and tell on you. You don’t know who the suck-ups are among your colleagues, you can’t trust anyone.

Everyone whispers among themselves. Taeyong nudged you again and he gave you a knowing reaction and you slightly shrug your shoulders as a reply.

“Anyway, be on your best today. I don’t exactly know what time they will visit, but our department needs to look good. Okay, team?” Mr. Lee said. 

After a chorus of ‘Yes, Sir’ from everyone, your boss, Mr. Lee, and two more managers retreated to the meeting room.

You had a brief talk with all the managers before Lunch telling you investigation is still ongoing regarding the incident last week. They also said they won’t be telling the higher office about it just yet, not until the investigation is complete. 

That gave you a sense of relief for now and you dare not inquire anymore when they seem to neglect to answer some of your questions. Kind of weird, but you ignored it, the important thing right now is you’re back at work.

Some of your coworkers seem to quiet down every time they catch you around, some whispering after giving you a slight peep as they talk among themselves.

Taeyong told you to ignore them, reminding you that it has been a slow few months and everyone is just bored so they gossip about you. 

The last big office scandal was Wonseok’s cheating chronicle three months ago. He and his wife made a huge commotion in the building’s lobby when she found out he was cheating on her with your now resigned coworker, Mina, and a few more other women. You don’t like gossip and scandals but that week was very interesting, you can’t help but listen when your coworkers babble to you and Taeyong about it.

Other than that, the day was kind of okay.

To everyone's (not you and Taeyong, duh) disappointment, the scheduled visit from the CEO and his heir didn’t happen. It is a pretty big company with a lot of different departments, you can’t squeeze a visit in just one whole day.

You and Taeyong decided to celebrate your comeback over dinner and a quick drink at the samgyupsal place just a block away from work. You’re laughing about how unsatisfied everyone when Mr. CEO and son were a no-show. You both hate how everyone’s a fake, some a little more than others. They would go to lengths just to make it seem like they’re very, very useful for the company. 

You’re happy you found your mutual with Taeyong. You’re both just neutral about office stuff.

You both had a bottle each of soju tonight and you know you’re gonna sleep well.

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THURSDAY | 20190321 — This should be a suspension countdown. But I am suddenly NOT suspended anymore. Mr. Lee said he needs me to be in the office. (he needs to look good in front of the new CEO. Typical.)

Yeah, new CEO!!! A young one. The old man’s only son.

YAY! :-|

[springday-aus]

Rich Kid!AU with Suho [Junmyeon]

moodboard link 

Group: EXO 

Member: Suho / Kim Junmyeon

Genre: romance + lowkey reality check 

Type: Bulletpoint AU 

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: Suho has a black card and what else was I to do with this information? 

yes, I am making Junmyeon into one of those rich ass fuckboys

you know the ones I'm talking about

the ones that have an endless amount of cars

(and prob names them)

the ones who you can literally tell has not worked a day in his life

despite having so much money, he's dressed like a hobo

but it's like the branded shit

like Supreme or Gucci or Chanel

(and whatever else is trendy)

so it’s “fancy”

unless he's gotta go to like a charity event that isn't really for charity

then he's like in a suit

hm.... when he gets dressed up

he gets dressed up

anyways

let's start from the beginning

he inherited his money from his parents, who inherited it from their parents, who inherited it from their parents.. and so on and so forth

so the Kims have like a shitload of money

like

LOADS

like "I can swim in my own money" loads

except he tried it once when he was a kid

lots of paper cuts

also the gold coin thing

wow did that hurt

it was not a fun day for rich kiddo Suho

and this is very stable money, i.e. old money

so you can only imagine the amount of people who are practically kissing their asses to get partnerships and whatever else rich people want

oh my god, when his mother was supposed to get married—it was chaos, literally every man was throwing themselves at her feet

tsk, tsk, tsk—it was just sad

don't get mixed up, their parents are happy together

or at least they seem like it

lowkey it was an arranged marriage and, like all rich people, his parents like to call it a "partnership" more than a “marriage”

anyways back to Suho

if he's being honest about this whole thing, he doesn't know if he really wants to (or is going to) inherit the family business

he’s not even an official heir 

he has an older brother and Suho has watched enough dramas to know that the older ones are most likely to inherit the family business 

so what is he supposed to do? 

sure, they've been showing him what he's supposed to do

but does he actually know what he's doing?

or if he wants to do it?

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

he's been living the same life he's been living since he was born

wake up, eat, shop, go home, sleep

yo, speaking of which

he legit cannot stop buying anything—he sees it, he wants it, he buys it

you know those ugly ass Gucci slippers

yeah, he got those

he bought two of them because they came in two colors

he wore them each like once and then it was never seen again

granted, he was shopping with Taehyung, one of his company managers who Suho had taken underneath his wing

Tae literally encourages people to buying stuff they don't really need

but like

he can afford lots of impulse buys

it's not like he's doing anything else

okay, that's a lie

he's also working at the office, but does it really feel like he's doing anything?

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

anyways, let's get back to his horrible shopping habits

this is very important because this is how you come into the picture

he was out one day with Sehun, walking around one of the major shopping centers

just as they were leaving

there was a protest outside one of the department stores

the CEO had like 50+ charges of sexual assault and he was just let off

and wow

these people were angry

so where do you come in?

you….. you were in the front….

with a loudspeaker….

saying some things that…. no one should be saying with children present….

anyways

you were one of the people who’ve organized the event

because this asswipe was still working and got off with a warning from all of these assault charges????

you were not going to let this go

hence why you’re in the front, with your loudspeaker—spitting facts and roasting this man in front of his business

yeah, y’all were a bit of a smallish crowd

(a group of about thirty people)

but anyways

Suho saw you and

wow

his interest has been piqued

you were cute—yelling into your loudspeaker and your fist in the air

you have so much passion

Sehun has obviously noticed Suho had been staring at you for quite some time 

it’s hard not to notice

just as Sehun was just going to push Suho in the order direction, that shitty CEO steps out

and……. in front of you……

you remained calm, letting his douche canoe spit as he rambles on about how these women were all over-reacting and that you were an idiot for spending your free time here and that you were nothing more than a liberal snowflake

at this point, people were all recording on their phones but this man clearly didn’t care and just went ham on you

and as he pauses to breath, you take your chance: “I’m the snowflake and yet you’re the one who needs to chill”

you see the anger just explode in his eyes and, as he continues to yell, he raises an arm

just as he was about to swing at you, Suho steps in

right between you and the CEO, blocking you and grabbing his arm

Suho: “and what is it that you think you’re doing?”

CEO: “let go of me”

Suho: “and let you hit this stranger? aren’t you just embarrassing yourself even more?”

for the first time, you can see him flush with embarrassment as he realizes the eyes and the cameras that are on him

but then he snarls at Suho: “who the hell do you think you are?”

Suho smiles, but it’s as fake as this man: “I’m heir to the Kim business, I could make you disappear in two phone calls, would you like me to show you?”

he freezes, before yanking his arm out of Suho’s hand and walking off

muttering something about millennials

he finally turns to you, as the crowd starts to disperse

Suho: “are you okay?”

You: “I could have handled myself, pretty boy”

Suho: “you think I’m pretty?”

**cue Sehun facepalming on the sidelines**

you sigh, tired from him already: “I can’t deal with this right now, that asshole is still out there and I’m not resting until he’s resigned”

you turn away, not even bothering to listen to his response and immediately head off

Sehun: “you really managed to blow that opportunity”

Suho: “shut up and drink your milk tea”

later that day, he may or not have used some of his family’s money for something other than meaningless shit

he was looking you up—you’ve done a lot of things and you have so many achievements

as well as enemies

yikes

he’s seen a lot of these people at the Kim’s charity auctions

and at business meetings

and the parties his family throws at their party mansion

oof—this is not looking good for him or these people

so what else does he do?

he does a bit more digging on you

is it creepy? yes

should he be doing this? probably not

so what does he find?

your fb, instagram, twitter—all the social media you’ve got

this is what happens when you have a lot of free time and you’re rich 

he’s not really sure these accounts are your personal accounts though

there are pictures of you and the causes you’re involved with

but they’re not about you

he will admit that he’s very impressed with all of the things you’ve done

you’ve managed to make some major changes

environmentally, socially, and lawfully

(local laws ofc)

it wasn’t done without a lot of damages and enemies

but (from what he’s seen) you’re tough

next week, you’re leading another protest against a makeup company because of their false claims of being cruelty free

and their microplastic beads that’s polluting the ocean

and the high water demand due to the large amount being used in their products

jesus you have retweeted so many scholarly articles

and they’re like 40 pages long

Suho doesn’t think he’s read this much since college

(well his family paid their son’s way through, but you get what I mean)

he makes a note to shop there on the way sometime next week

just do he can see you again

the next week passes, more slowly than Suho had thought

as it comes, he goes ham on his shopping trips—he’s going to ALL the makeup department stores

never really buying anymore because he’s too busy on the lookout for you

he says it’s a “business trip”

(ignoring Baekhyun, Chanyeol and Jongdae + Sehun’s side eyes)

these people are really kissing up to his asses

literally getting up to his face and trying so many products on his faces

it’s like the spongebob episode when all those perfume people are spraying shit in his face 

yeah... imagine that 

his vision is getting blocked and his face is getting caked with every passing hour he spends

just as he was about to give up

the days roll around 

and he finally spots you outside the shopping center with your loudspeaker and protest signs

you’re in a group circle, talking with some other people 

who Suho is going to assume are other organizers

he manages to kind of sneak over as y’all are discussing 

you were discussing the main points and what the game plan was

Suho was just…. there…. 

you didn’t even know until everyone was dispersed to their positions

Suho: “so what can I do?” 

your eyes narrow at him: “pretty boy?” 

he smiles, so stupidly bright: “yeah” 

you eye him up and down: “are you lost? don’t you have a department store to get to?” 

Suho: “this is a department store” 

You: jesus christ 

You: “okay, in case there was another misunderstanding on my abilities, I can handle this” 

Suho: “I understand, I just want to help” :) 

you nearly growl at him, what an idiot 

you don’t realize you’ve been staring at him for a while, until a friend of yours steps up next to you and give you a little nudge 

your friend whispers to you: “he’s a Kim, his involvement would mean more exposure” 

you let out a deep sigh and shoo her away to deal with the stragglers who’ve just joined 

You: “do you know why we’re here?” 

Suho: “false claims of the makeup being cruelty free?” :)

You: “lucky guess” 

You: “okay fine, we’re gonna be here for a couple of hours—he’s arriving soon and then he’ll leave, just as he always does and we’ll have to rally in case he gets aggressive”

Suho: “okay, got it” 

he gives another smile and is so compliant, you figure he’ll be here for a bit and then leave 

but, to your shock, he’s there the whole you’ve been there

which is like two hours longer than the others were supposed to be there 

and even after the whole thing, he asks you what else is coming up 

with another push from your friend, you reluctantly share the information with him from your organization’s website and facebook group and all this other stuff

but let’s be real, Suho already knew some of this stuff due to all of his internet stalking

it doesn’t mean he doesn’t appreciate you sharing the information tho 

anyways 

he comes to the next one—just as you told him from last time 

and the other one

and another one

eventually, he just makes it part of his schedule to come and help out

at first, you didn’t really think he would show up

and when he does, you asked why

Suho: “I have a lot of free time”

somehow you don’t doubt that

the more he’s been coming, the more interested you were

not in the sense that “oh he’s so attractive for fighting for these causes alongside with me” interested

it’s more of the “what does this sneaky motherfucker want” interested

so you do some digging and it only confuses you more

shouldn’t be fighting his brother for that heir position for the Kim Incorporation?

why is he so interested in being part of this fight that involves… well, him?

isn’t he worried we’ll start attacking the Kims?

a lot of the other organization members notice it as well

because I mean, have you seen him?

(he is very attractive)

but also because this big name hot shot is at these small group protests, when he should be in a meeting or something

it doesn’t mean his efforts aren’t appreciated

he always gets the group things like food and supplies for strikes that last for longer than usual

for instance, you and your organization went to join teachers who were striking for a better contract with the school district

Suho came running with more posters, loudspeakers, shakers, coffee, sandwiches

the district teachers absolutely adored him—they even took pictures with him 

but, you will admit that it’s nice to talk to him, despite the differences in social class 

he likes talking to you too 

(maybe more than he likes to admit) 

it’s just 

you have this fire in your eyes 

the passion in your voice is clear 

and you know what you want and you go for it, without any mercy for anyone who gets in your way 

but you have that sensitivity and awareness and drive to help others that’s the whole point of you even being here 

he wishes he had that

but, these last few weeks

he actually feels good to help you out

whether it’s running for supplies or providing donations for causes you’ve told him about  

he feels purposeful

he feels good that he can help all these people and that his time is actually useful

and now, your organization is getting more exposure, which is nice

…. until the media gets involved and starts to paste Suho’s face on it

and that’s when you realize what he’s been doing

the Kim family had been using this whole thing as a reputation tactic

you feel stupid letting him into this

what you wanted to do was make a change for those who couldn’t advocate for themselves

and now all your hard work is being passed in the hands of some rich guy with way too much time on his hands

so, you did what you did best: dig some dirt on some filthy rich people

turns out there was a previous scandal with the family

they underpaid their staff

lots of people were getting low/little income and they were at a disadvantage because they were in a position where they couldn’t quit

when word got out, they said they would raise the wages

but some people say that these people didn’t

so you’re gonna find out—you snuck around their estate, talking to the staffers about the incident

most were unwilling to talk, but there were a couple of people who shared with you

they talked about they had medical bills, student debt, disabled family members, etc.

they had to work here and have to continue

apparently it was said that they would receive raises, but it isn’t livable—they only had 10 cent raises, but only after working for 5 years at a time

office workers obviously were higher up, but the servant staffers at the estate were taken advantage of

even after it was exposed, they didn’t really do anything about it

while you spent a couple of weeks snooping around

Suho had been at home

his parents were clearly upset because he’d been spending too much with the lower class

Mrs. Kim: “it’s good for our reputation, but you can’t keep spending your time with them”

Mr. Kim: “why can’t you be more like Dongkyu and spend more time in the office”

Suho: “I’m not even inheriting the company, why bother working?”

Mr. Kim: “of course you’ll inherit the company, alongside with your brother—it’ll be an even split”

Suho: “what if… what if I don’t want to inherit the company?”

Mrs. Kim: “what else are you going to do, if not a businessman?”

he doesn’t know why, but your face flashes in his head at that moment

in fact, you might get along with him better if he lost the inheritance

he wouldn’t be able to donate anymore

or get any supplies

maybe his support would be enough

the only question is to whether or not his family would cut him off

so, he speaks the truth

Suho: “I… I don’t know”

it’s been a couple of weeks since he’s seen you, so when he comes to the next meeting…

he was a bit excited

but when he comes

that fire is in your eyes once again…  but it’s towards him

Suho: “hey” :)

You: “so when were you going to tell me that you’re an absolute douche-bag”

Suho: “what?”

You: “your face is all over our hard work and now you get all the credit?”

You: “not to mention, you don’t say shit about all these people who you work with”

You: “also your family is garbage—really? underpaying the staff and lying about it?”

he’s…... speechless

on one hand, you’re right

and on the other…. you’re right

what is he really doing here?

is he actually making a difference?

you, on the other hand, you’re….

you’re amazing

you have been able to draw attention to all these issues

and you’ve been able to make these changes

you might not be filthy rich, but it doesn’t mean you don’t have any influence

Suho can’t really say anything other than…

Suho: “I’m sorry”

You: “you think that’s enough?”

Suho: “no, it’s not enough, I just don’t know what else I can say”

to be fair, you should be really pissed—you are pissed

but he looks so dejected

you remembered talking to him about his family ties and their family history… is not pretty

so you soften up a bit

just a bit

but only because it’s him

the one who always comes with a smile on his face

the one who comes with more than enough supplies because he wants to make sure everyone is comfortable

the one who hangs around you because he knows how tired you are

the one who stays and listens to you rambling for hours about a million different social issues

you put a hand on his shoulder

You: “you don’t always have to say it, sometimes it’s a matter of doing”

thanks to you, he decided to do something

for another couple of weeks he doesn’t see you

but you?

you def saw him

on the news

he got busy

he went on his usual schedule (like his parents wanted)

but this time

he wasn’t quiet about it

I’m talking about pointing out the environmental drawbacks of these products

calling out the people during the “charity” events

cutting of trade with those who don’t give fair wages

he’s even actually been trying to actually raise those wages for the servants in the Kim house 

(of course with the request of your help)

and wow

the news are just having a field day and eating it up

so that ultimately means his parents are seeing all of this

and what happens?

he gets cut off

he’s no longer inheriting the Kim fortune

Dongkyu is getting everything and he gets nothing 

but with your help, he’s a successful business consultant

turns out that business degree did do some good

he helps develop local businesses and the money he makes

not only goes to good causes

but also to help promote your organization

with the rightful faces on it

as for you two?

let’s just say, you’re a lot closer than before

seeing his drive to help others

the effort he makes to recover from his blissful ignorance

you’ve grown a soft spot for him

as for Suho

he’s glad he has you

you’ve made him a better person

made him realize all the different things he can do

you two working together + practically dating?

the organization members are eating it up

(and you’re pretty sure they were betting but no one would say anything to your face)

anyways

dating a former rich kid! Suho is a lot more fun than you would have thought before

lots of dates are at your (or his) apartment

mainly yours because he’s got a studio and has a roommate

(he is broke)

anyways

you spend a lot of time working on building cases against companies

it’s mainly work bc humanity is evil

but when y’all aren’t working

it’s cuddle timeeeee

you would put shows on, but y’all aren’t watching

you spend a lot of time in his arms

or him in yours

(he likes being a little spoon and isn’t afraid to admit it)

and, as his official partner, you are always supported by him

Suho: “WOO-HOO YOU GOT THIS ANGEL”

You: “omg it’s flipping an egg, I’m not receiving a medal”

it’s cute tho

and ofc you got his back

when he was kicked out of the house, you straight up wreaked havoc

all those people were spreading rumors, you shut that shit down

when he kicked out with nothing more than a duffle of clothes, you became his safe haven

you helped him get back on his feet 

found what he really wanted to do

and he was able to find someone really special

you ♡ 

[alysmarylin]

The fic you've been waiting for

Crowley avenging his beloved angel - Sandalphon got what he deserved (don't thank me, reblog instead)!!!!!!!!

Crowley and Aziraphale were unpacking the stuff they bought on a big shopping Sunday, and to this very day Crowley can't remember why and how they ended up talking about Aziraphale's, well... Ex-kin.

"I kinda enjoyed Michael", Crowley laughed. "Rather good-looking. Uriel, on the other hand..."

"Don't get me started on Uriel and Sandalphon", Aziraphale rolled his eyes. "I hate their guts"

"Sandalphon was a tough prick, I remember. And uglier than Belzebub", Crowley sneered.

"You don't say. He works in my place now, homophobic son of a... They couldn't have picked a worse candidate", Aziraphale said in a somewhat hurt voice. 

"Don't worry, angel. Soon enough, he will receive some beating from locals, I tell you"

"Yeah, I should've definitely punched that bastard back", Aziraphale muttered under his nose quietly, angrily. 

" Yeah, you bet...", Crowley laughed and then stopped abruptly. "W-w-wait, wait-wait-wait. Back? What do you mean, back?". Crowley stood up from the floor and stepped up to Aziraphale. 

" Nothing, really"

"No, not nothing". Crowley's eyes were widened in shock. " Do you mean, that, that piece of shit HIT you?!"

Aziraphale lowered his eyes. It looked like the memory wasn't pleasant. Crowley was gasping.

"When? When did it happen? How come I didn't know?", Crowley was not yet angry but more frightened. " Angel, look at me. Talk to me. Someone battered you and I know nothing of it?!"

"No one battered me. I was walking back to my bookshop and Michael, Uriel and... And he approached me, I was questioned..."

"Where the Hell was I?" - Crowley asked, astonished.

"You drove home", Aziraphale said quietly and sadly.

Crowley tilted his head backward and sighed with despair. "I should've known... ". He lowered his head and looked at Aziraphale with sadness and pain. Aziraphale looked confused and lost.

" What did he do? Tell me, angel", Crowley stepped closer, putting his hand on Aziraphale's arm, leaning closer. "Tell me. He's dead"

"Don't you dare, Crowley, we got away and I won't..."

"What did he do to you? What? Why didn't you tell me? I was up there, I saw him, I could've..."

"Because I didn't want you to", Aziraphale answered bitterly. " I needed you to be concentrated and cool-headed. You freed me from them, same as I did for you. That's all that matters"

"No, it's not. You look sad, you look hurt", Crowley said, cupping Aziraphale's cheek. " Otherwise you would've forgotten".

"He punched me in the stomach, alright?", Aziraphale said with a lump in his throat. His lower lip trmbled a bit. "It wasn't as painful physically as it was humiliating".

Crowley looked down on his angel's belly - soft, beautiful, beloved and precious - and everything before his eyes suddenly became red as blood.

"I told you because I trust you, but if you dare approach him or pull out something stupid like that, I will leave you, Crowley", he heard Aziraphale's voice from some distance.

"Do you hear me? Answer me, Crowley"

Crowley felt his head filling with lead from within.

"I will not approach him. I swear it"

"Good", he hears Aziraphale say. " I'll finish unpacking"

Crowley stopped Aziraphale, holding him by the arm. He embraced him from behind, wrapping one of his arms around his chest and putting his hand gently on the angel's belly. He buried his nose in his soft blonde curls and muttered: "I love you".

"I love you too", Aziraphale answered softly, "Now let me finish".

Crowley looked at him, picking up paper bags and arranging the stuff around the room, looking small and soft and lovely. Somehow it made his silent rage all the more burning and red became crimson in his eyes. He swore he wouldn't approach that sick fuck who laid his dirty hands - no, he couldn't bear to think of it - on Aziraphale

... But he said nothing of his friends.

***

Crowley pulled his hood further on his forehead

"Pleasure to see you, Jay. You look like a heroin addict in that hoody", said Phil. 

"I have to hide my hair somehow. Rare color"

Crowley was nervous and feeling restless.

"Yep. You're drop-dead gorgeous lad, we get it. To what I owe the pleasure?"

"I need to track someone down. Name's Saldanphon but he changes his IDs every now and then. You'll have to check for anything similar. Don't have a picture, but I draw him", Crowley laid a piece of paper on a table. The drawing looked fairly accurate. " Looks middle-aged, a bit fat, bald, ugly, has a golden tooth. A homophobe might be hanging around gay bars and the likes to preach or intimidate or whatever he does. That's all I have as of now".

"Well", Phil sighed " It's doable. But it will take a while. Any family?"

"No, none at all"

"I see. The golden tooth is indeed something". Phil looked at Crowley's hand. "You got married?"

"Ugh, yeah", Crowley answered looking around. " You know how to, ehm, tell me of the progress?"

"I've been around longer than you", Phil said wearily, and Crowley had to keep his mouth shut on that remark, " You'll know when I find something. Just one more thing. This, ehm, funny-named morality apostle. What exactly are you planning? He's gonna go?"

"No, not go", Crowley said with sheer disappointment "Plainly be taught a lesson. He put his shitty hands where he shouldn't have".

"Are you gonna call our mutual friend?", Phil raised his eyebrows. " If you want to make it clean, it's the best way. They'll never track his men down. Just food for thought, Jay. A piece of advice from the old man"

"That sounds reasonable", Crowley nodded, as if he had had any idea what to do next when he came to Phil, " I'll think about it. Thank you. Wanna count?". He put a book - a fake book, of course - on a table.

"Here? Oh, please. Trust me, if I don't find what I intend to find here, you'll know", Phil put a book in his bag and stood up. " Have a nice day, kid. Next time, wear something else"

Crowley waited for ten more minutes before leaving the diner. It was only when he was in a crowdy underground station when he put the hood off. He had to be cautious. For everyone's sake.

 

***

 

"Do you really think it's a good place, Jay?", said a tall and broad bald man in a leather jacket, trying to sit comfortably on a bench by a pond.

"The best one, in terms of privacy", said Crowley, looking grimly from his hood. " So. You said you owe me a favor all the way back from 1999. I didn't need anything for a long time, but now..."

"How do you manage to look so young, you sick bastard?", the man asked, chuckling, trying to look at Crowley's face. " You look just like my son, and that sad excuse of an heir is 27 now, not something you could tell by the way he speaks, though, I'd give him 10  in that department, still... How old are you, anyway?"

"I use a strong sunscreen. And I have good genes. Good, hardworking Irish people, my entire family. Will you listen or not, Patsy?"

A bald man stopped laughing and sighed.

"Of course. What seems to be the problem?"

"Our mutual buddy, Phil, tracked down a guy I need you to deal with. Here's what I've got on him", Crowley took a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to a man without so much as looking at his side. " I want your people to teach him a lesson. He's gotta stay alive. I can't be seen. But I need to watch it from a distance. I know you're ready to do this, but still" - Crowley took out something that looked like a book and put it on Patsy's lap still without looking at him - "this is some additional motivation for you, or a token of a good will, if you wish to call it that way".

Patsy put down an apparently-book-thing in his suitcase and opened a piece of paper. He looked at Crowley, frowning.

" What kind of a lesson do you want him to be taught, exactly?"

"If your boys will do it properly, he'll need new teeth", Crowley said, finally turning his head to his counterpart, looking him in the eyes from beneath his shaded. "The whole damn package. And the old ones, I want to have them. Every single one. Especially the golden one. No internal bleeding, no injuries to any organs. You can break a couple of ribs, but carefully. As you wish. But I need his teeth"

"Jesus fucking Christ, Jay", the Patsy man said, looking flabbergasted. " What did this son of a bitch did to you so you became such a butcher"

"He laid his shitty hands where he shouldn't have", Crowley hissed, grinding his teeth. His hands clenched in fists.

" You didn't tell me you were married. Was this your wife?", Patsy asked warily.

"I have no wife, but I am indeed married", Crowley answered. " I know you're one of the few people of your occupation who don't look down on things like that. I love him. But I swore I won't touch this bastard myself. I don't have much choice, Pat"

"I'm sorry it happened to your, well, spouse", Patsy said carefully. " But the guys that I have in my crew are not as open-minded as I wish they were. You know it yourself. Ours is not the most prestigious job. I'll do this favor, but when you're sitting in a car with them, better keep the personal personal". 

They shook hands.

"I'll be waiting for your call. You know which number to call, and which not to", Crowley said, standing up. "I'm looking forward to seeing your team at work".

 

***

 

Crowley was staring into the field glasses, trying looking at two tall men in leather jackets dragging a bald man resembling Sandalphon, gagged and tied up, to a torch on the abandoned parking lot. The jeep where Crowley and his associates were sitting was right in its darkest corner.

It was Christmas Eve, the 24th of December. The snow was falling gloriously, but the place was too grim and damp for the fairy-tale-like spirit.

“You see them, Cap?”, a young driver, sitting by Crowley’s side asked.

“It looks like him, but I need insurance. I remember his voice. Call them”

One of the guys on the backseat dialed a number and one of the bouncers took the phone.

“Our cap wants so be sure it’s the guy. Let him speak”

He turned on the speakerphone. Soon enough Crowley heard Sandalphon screaming something like:

“I’ll give you anything you want, please, untie me, I need my hands, I…”, before Crowley nodded and Sandalphon became silent again. The phone was turned off and Sandalphon was dragged to a small staircase, and Crowley had to pay very close attention, looking into field glasses again, to recognize what was going on.

“Are you sure your people can do ALL the teeth in one go?”, he asked a bit unsurely.

“You insult us, Mr. Jay. It is our signature. One strike, all teeth. Leaves a strong message”, murmured a young man behind him.

“Well, then…”, Crowley started, but then he saw something rather outstanding, that made him make a certain sound: “Oi, woah… That was surprising… Alright, gentlemen, pardon me for my previous skepticism. I take that back. On second thought, I even refuse to take, the, ehm, the evidence”

He then heard his phone ring. It had to be Aziraphale. He had to answer. He quickly took the phone and blurted:

“Angel, honey, I can’t talk, I’m very busy, buying you a surprise, I’ll call you back in ten, love you”, without letting him even say a word. He figured out it would be more secure.

“Wife?”, asked a second young man, with a smile.

“Yeah. Sort of. Listen, I think I’d rather be going, are they done with the teeth? At the end of the day, I’ll think I’m more than happy without them. I don’t wanna take ‘em. I saw what you did, it was amazing. Drop me at the underground station, please… Else my, ehm, spouse, will be suspecting something, which I don’t fancy, like, at all”.

 

Crowley was very relieved when they drove away.

 

***

 

Crowley thought he had never had such a lovely Christmas morning. Angel was by his side, in his lovely tartan pajamas, they were tucked under the blanket, sipping tea and lazily switching the channels on telly.

“I thought I hated Christmas”, Crowley said quietly, as he lowered his head to Aziraphale’s, planting a soft kiss on his temple. “Now you made me love it. What next, angel?”

“You’ll stop wearing all black?”, Aziraphale answered, with a sarcastic smile.

“Naah, not in this life and not in the next”, Crowley said leisurely, switching the channels. Then he saw the news.

“… The victim of this horrific Christmas assault is alive, but severely traumatized – his teeth were…”

That was something Crowley didn’t account for – the bloody news.

“Ugh, what is it with these people”, he said with a trembling voice, trying desperately to sound casual, turning the telly off. “It’s only violence on this television, I’ll better put on some music. And make you some tea”, Crowley said, standing up.

“Dear boy”, Aziraphale said softly. “I’d like some tangerines. Would you be so kind as to bring your husband a plateful of those?”, he smiled. Crowley looked like he was melting from the inside.

“Every time you say the h-word I can’t say no to anything, angel. I’ll be in 15, a’right”

Crowley sighed with relief as he stepped into the kitchen. He was off the hook now, but some time from now, the angel might still learn about what happened. Will he be able to understand?

“All I did, I did for you”, Crowley thought in pain. “I love you so much I couldn’t stop it. He had to pay, my love, he had to”. Crowley felt tears fill his eyes, as he was putting tangerines in a bowl, but he was able to will them away. “I’d kill for you, I’d die for you, Aziraphale”, he thought with anguish. “I hope you know that whatever comes. I hope you will forgive me for what I had to do”.

 ***

 

With Crowley gone, Aziraphale was finally able to read the newspaper.

 

“Broken teeth, that’s a good take”, he thought smugly, as he read the weekly crime report. “See, Sandalphon. What goes around, comes around, next time you want to apply brutal force to your… arguments, better remember this, no? Though I doubt there will be the next time”

Aziraphale smirked. What his husband lacked in logic and cautiousness, he made up in loyalty and protectiveness. Blind loyalty and fierce protectiveness.

“You’re such an idiot, Crowley”, Aziraphale thought tenderly. “Really, A-J? To think I wouldn’t know? Me, famous Mr. Fell of Soho?”

That very evening, when he received a phone call from Phil and heard of some “heroin junkie looking” guy calling himself “Tony Jay” or “A J”, or, God have mercy, “Jay”, of all things, he knew it has to be Crowley.

“Wearing a black hoodie on top of his shades, really. It’s a miracle he didn’t get busted for drug possession”. Maybe it was indeed a miracle.

Truth be told, he wasn’t angry. He couldn’t approve openly, but there was a certain warmness in knowing that a homophobic golden-toothed prick who assaulted him now got what was coming for him.

“But I can’t encourage this sort of behavior in Crowley”, he thought, hiding his smile. “Now, dear boy, you need to control your impulses. At least, most of the time”.

Still, Aziraphale knew that he was one of the luckiest men – well, not really men, but… - alive, for his partner would stop at nothing to protect him.

“If only he would’ve acted a bit cleverer… Well, I suppose you can’t have it all. He’s beautiful, caring, kind, sweet, fiercely loyal and sexy as Hell, in the most literal sense of this word. It’s only natural he has to be a complete idiot to not let me forget myself. Oh, he brought me the cannoli the other day… This boy watched The Godfather too many times”.

 

“Angel!”, Crowley said, entering the room with a bowl full of tangerines. “What are you smiling at?”

“I’m thinking about how lucky I am to have you, dear boy”, Aziraphale answered with a loving smile.

[jinmukangwrites]

Dwelling on What If (1/6)

Summary: The children of crime alley suddenly start disappearing with Red Hood suspecting a trafficking scheme in play. His questions are answered as he finds himself and Damian Wayne abducted and hunted for sport.

Notes: Dedicated to @doc-squash who is an amazing, talented artist who is carrying the entire batfam fandom on their back. They also made the prompt idea in an old post a few weeks back and I've been working on this 12k beast of a fic ever since then because I couldn't get this particular prompt out of my head. Seriously, Doc, I know we have never talked before but you are seriously amazing and I have mad respect for you <3

Warnings: kidnapping, trafficking, description of injuries, a swear here and there because it's Jason and he gets to swear sometimes, probably inaccurate descriptions of New Jersey geography and medical stuff but it's fan fiction so I don't care too much to make everything super realistic, some blood, guns, knives, hunting for sport, slight dehumanization, angst. It's not as violent as it sounds, I tried to keep this toned down, but just to be safe :)

It was interesting to write exclusively in Damian’s perspective for this. Honestly, I am so much more confident in writing his character now. Anyway, please enjoy!!

-o-o-o-o-

Damian groans as consciousness slowly returns to him. His head pounds as he brings his eyebrows together, trying to remember how to open his eyes. It takes a second, and the feeling of cold metal seeping through his clothes reaches him before he can even blink his eyes open. Blurry images greet him, fuzzy shapes obscuring more fuzzy shapes, until it slowly focuses into something that only slightly unnerves him.

Bars, well, not quite bars actually. Bars are what his grandfather used in his prison, thick tubes of steel usually an inch in diameter placed closely together so the one trapped behind then couldn't even squeeze their shoulders through. No, these aren't bars, these are wires, a few millimeters in diameter and crisscrossing around each other to make some sort of woven pattern. For a second, it reminds him of the kennel father bought when they first got Ace and Titus until he realizes that this is exactly what it is.

He's staring at a kennel wall. From the inside.

An uneasy feeling settles in his gut but he pushes that aside as he slowly places his hands on the cool surface below him. He leveres himself up inch by inch, fighting down the feeling of nausea that rises to his throat. He slows and forces a breath through his mouth, the symptoms of being drugged are easily recognizable. 

Finally, he finds himself upwards and collapsing back so he's sitting back on his legs which are folded beneath him. He closes his eyes and breathes through his sudden lightheadedness until his stomach stops trying to force whatever he had for lunch upwards. A few moments pass, and a few more, and he's about to risk opening his eyes and moving again until he's stopped by a familiar voice. 

"Mornin', demon brat."

Todd.

In a matter of a few heartbeats he has already thought of two different situations where he'd find himself in a cage with the voice of Todd nearby. Maybe Todd has finally truly snapped and decided to kidnap Damian to get to his father or Grayson. Damian wouldn't put it past him, Todd is a delinquent and a disappointment to the family, yet that doesn't explain how Damian would have actually ended up captured. One things for sure, if Todd ever decided to take Damian hostage, he wouldn't succeed. Damian is the one true heir to the cowl of his father and could have defeated every single one of his so called adoptive brothers in combat by the time he turned six. 

The next situation seems like the more likely one: Todd isn't the cause, but the victim to it too.

He forces his eyes open and finds his second theory is the correct one, through that only makes things more complicated; at this point he would have preferred Todd go wild and kidnap him. 

Across a small, wooden room with nothing but a dull bulb hanging from the ceiling to illuminate is a second kennel, same size as the one Damian currently finds himself trapped in. Inside that kennel is none other than Jason Todd, fathers greatest mistake… after Drake of course. The guy is a nuisance in every sense of the word. Carefree, idiotic, never taking a single thing seriously. He likes to pop in randomly to start arguments for argument sake, he's famous for interrupting important stakeouts with his loud guns and annoying personality, and worst of all, he thinks Damian like a child.

Tt.

It's proof of this as Damian comes to meet the sight of Todd casually leaning in the corner of his kennel, hands crossed over his stomach and legs crossed at the ankle, toes just touching the opposing corner of the cage. He's staring at Damian with a half eyebrow raised and a goofy, lopsided grin which makes Damian want to tear right through the wires separating them and break only the most painful of bones in his body. 

"Have a good nap there, buddy?"

Damian shoots a glare before he turns away and scoots over to where the door of the kennel he found himself in would be; slowly as to not aggravate any lingering nausea. He reaches his fingers up to the latch of the kennel door and frowns as he wraps his grasp around a small yet sturdy looking padlock. Frowning, he brings his hands down so he can place his feet—bare, shoeless, someone took his shoes and socks—against the lower part of the door in an attempt to bend it outwards and crawl out. 

"I'm gonna tell you now it won't work, squirt," Todd's voice cuts in and Damian refuses to roll his eyes or even acknowledge him. "The bars are stronger than they look."

Damian ignores him still as he pushes against the door and braces his hands behind him. He pushes and pushes until his back is pressed painfully against the opposite wall of the kennel and his legs are shaking with effort.

Defeated, he relaxes his legs and glares at the door. Not a single bit of metal even slightly bent out of shape. He can hear snickering besides him. 

"Tt."

"Oh, c'mon. Maybe if you push a little harder-"

"Shut up, Todd."

"He speaks!" 

Damian spins around to shoot a narrowed look but it doesn't go quite according to plan as his stomach rolls and vision blurs ever so slightly. He allows the feeling of sick to settle before he opens his mouth again. "What happened?" 

Todd fakes a surprised gasp and Damian bristles at the action. "You mean to tell me the great Damian, the blood heir, doesn't remember how we got here?!"

"Of course I remember!" Damian snaps, he doesn't but there is no way he'd raise Todd's already cliff-like ego another notch by telling him so. "You're going to tell me what you think happened so I can correct you where you are wrong."

Todd sighs and leans his head back against the wall behind him. "Whatever you say. So bossy…"

Before Damian can snap at him again, Todd quickly launches into a story about how he was in Crime Alley scoping out a possible lead into a case of some sort that he's working on and he ran into Damian who was also working on a lead, though Todd seems pretty confident that they were working on different cases. Damian wonders why he was alone in a place like Crime Alley until it occurs to him that he had just finished an argument with his father and had stormed out of the house for cool off. What the argument was is beyond him.

Apparently, they were cornered in some shady, insignificant alley by a group of people who looked like they were on drugs but still knew what they were doing with the tasers in their hands. 

Jason and Damian, looking like unsuspecting wonderers who had stumbled into the bad part of town, had to act like so because of Bruce's stupid "don't give yourself away" thing. As Todd speaks, Damian begins to remember the event  with clarity. In fact, that was the exact cause of the argument with father. Damian doesn't see the point in holding back while in civilian clothes. What's the point to? If he can fight someone he should fight them, not pretend to be helpless just because he's not wearing a mask. 

He supposes there's a reason to hold back, after all it would be bad if all of Gotham were to find out Damian Wayne was actually a local hero called Robin. But what he doesn't understand is why he has to hold back as much as his father wants him to. Children all over the world know basic defense, many others have actually taken karate and martial arts classes. He doesn't see why he needs to pretend to be completely oblivious and weak when it comes to hand to hand combat. 

He remembers forcing himself to hold back when they were cornered, he can tell Todd was as well, yet he still threw punches like any well built man his age would when confronted by hostile parties. However, it was inevitable in the end. There were too many thugs to knock them all out and not raise questions. Todd eventually let a fist slip and Damian was grabbed behind. He could have easily slipped his arm out so he could break the jaw of his attacker, but he caught the glare of Todd and then he watched as Todd was viciously jabbed by a taser gun and he went down. It was then, as annoying as it was, that he knew he had to go down too. Thankfully, the taser wasn't used on him, but a sickeningly sweet smelling cloth was sealed across his nose and mouth by the hand of his attacker. 

It was humiliating to pretend to struggle, to let them drug him and drag him to the blurry image of a classic "kidnapper van" as Grayson calls it.

"Does that all sound correct to you?" Todd suddenly asks, his eyebrow twitching upwards with the corner of his lips matching the action. 

"It was adequate."

"Screw you."

Damian once again resists the urge to roll his eyes. "Have you made any contact with the thugs in-between the time you awoke and I did?"

"You mean did I see the kidnappers while you were sleeping like a princess?" 

Damian couldn't stop the eye roll. He tried. 

"Have they talked about any ransom? Plans?"

Todd shook his head. "Silent, haven't seen a soul. Also, I don't think they'll be asking for any ransom. It's not like this was an aggravated abduction."

"How so?"

"C'mon, kid, they cornered two random guys in an alley. Plus, if it was for random, why did they take me?"

Todd, for once, is correct, though Damian hates to admit that even to himself. Jason Todd died years ago, right now, the man across from him has no connection to the Wayne's whatsoever as far as the public knew. This isn't premeditated, there is no way the abductors could have known Damian would travel alone to Crime Alley that night and meet up with a random man. The chances of that happening is close to zero unless they somehow had some sort of fortune teller with them, which in of itself is extremely unlikely. 

At this moment, Damian notices something flash across Todd's seemingly laid back expression. Something in the way his eyes glanced over to the closed door to the small, practically humid room they find themselves trapped him for just a second. Something cold, calculating, and almost… cautious. 

The uneasy feeling settles in Damian's stomach once again, though this time it isn't because of nausea. 

"Todd, what was that case you were working on?"

Todd looks Damian straight in the eyes and it occurs to Damian that this is the first time since he's woke up that Todd has actually made eye contact with him. Then, before Todd can open his mouth and explain anything, the door flies open. 

-o-o-o-o-

The man is a medium build, though he looks bigger because of the beard hanging from his chin and resting on his chest and the way his stomach bulges out in an obvious beer belly. Damian feels the urge to try and get the man to spill what's going on, but he holds back when the man sets a reusable grocery bag on the floor next to his kennel. The man reaches down to his belt and pulls out a small gun. 

"Go all the way back, brat, or I'll shoot you," the man grumbles simply. Damian glares at him but begins to scooch away from the kennel door so his back is pressed against the far side of the cage. As strong as the wires of the cage are, they'll do nothing to stop a speeding bullet. He draws his feet closer towards him and stays that way as the man lowers down to put a key inside the padlock. There's a click and Damian tenses as the kennel door opens and the gun is pointed directly at his head with nothing now to stand in between. 

If he were dressed as Robin, he could easily grab this man's arm and break it in three different places before he could even think about shooting, but right now he's Damian, which forces him to be vulnerable. 

In what looks to be sickeningly practiced movements, the man grabs inside the bag with his free hand and pulls out a water bottle and… what looks to be a doggy bowl filled with gross looking crackers of some sort. The smell alone suggested dog food, from a local Walmart, not an actual pet store. The bowl and bottle are placed inside the kennel and Damian makes no move as the cage is closed again and locked. 

The man picks up the bag and sets of down now in front of Todd, he puts Todd through the same procedure until they both now have water and food probably not meant for humans.

The man steps away from Todd and gathers up the bag, he goes to walk away and Damian can't hold his tongue any longer. 

"Who are you heathens?!" He demands. 

The man stops in his tracks and shoots Damian a glare. "If you want to live long enough to see tomorrow, I suggest you keep your mouth shut, brat."

Damian narrows his eyes and is about to retort against all better judgment but Todd suddenly speaks up.

"Hey, I need to pee."

The man snaps his neck over to Todd and strides over to the cage. Todd puts on a fake, fearful expression and even flinches when the man kicks the kennel violently. "Then go, bitch."

And without another word, the man turns and leaves, closing, and locking the door behind him. 

Todd let's out a breath and Damian stares at him. "What was that?" He demands. 

Todd takes a second to look away from the door before he meets Damian's gaze. "You asked what my case was," he says slowly, "if… this is it, and I'm pretty sure it is, he would have killed you if you talked back. No hesitation."

Damian falls silent for a second as the weight of the situation blankets the atmosphere. Kidnapped, in civilian clothes, with allegedly merciless abductors. "What do we do?" He asks quietly, on instinct, almost like it's Grayson or his father in the other cage; he wants to take the question back but Todd has also seemed to recognize the heaviness in the air.

His face remains grim as he answers. "Act your age, and if you have a chance to escape, take it."

[vuomelo]

Okay so basically,

It’s revealed that Ciel had a twin, I’m not sure if you got to the backstory of those two, so I’ll just explain it again anyways.

R!Ciel = Real Ciel

O!Ciel= Our Ciel

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It’s O!Ciel, and R!Ciel’s birthday, and they notice somethings off, the mansion is awfully quiet and R!Ciel goes to check it out. After a couple minutes O!Ciel goes to check and see if everything okay. Spoiler alert, everything is not okay. A bunch of people broke into the house, killed all the servants, killed their parents, and decided to kidnap the two twins to sell them off. They get selled off, and at first they get treated decently, until the guy who bought them off brings them to a weird place. These people sought to “unpurify” the two kids to try to summon a demon. Now it never outrightly says it, but it’s HEAVILY implied that the two twins were brutally SA’d and kept in cages at the time by this weird cult thing.

Anyways, the time comes to kill the two twins to finally summon the demon, the person who gets selected first is R!Ciel, leading O!Ciel to watch his brother die. This summons Sebastian, and O!Ciel makes a deal with him instead of the adults who wanted to make a deal with him. O!Ciel decides that since his brother is dead (his brother was the heir, not him btw), he’s gonna to impersonate him and take his place as heir of the manor. He does this and yada yada, this leads us up to the big Reveal of O!Ciel’s twin.

Edit: He impersonates R!Ciel because of resources and shit, his ultimate goal is to extracte revenge on the OG people who broke into the manor.

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R!Ciel exposes him for being an imposter after being kept alive by undertaker (now personally, I didn’t pay much attention here so my explanation may be a bit botched) and it’s revealed that R!Ciel is being kept alive by other peoples blood, tbh I forgot abt the pervious arc, but not only does O!Ciel get revealed for being an imposter, he gets framed for starting a cult that he didn’t start.

Lizzy has a mental breakdown on how she didn’t even realize that O!Ciel wasn’t R!Ciel (who she was originally engaged to, NOT O!Ciel) because she always thought she “loved him”

Ceil and Sebastian get arrested, along with the blue haired bitch (I forgot his name) and halfway through the carriage ride, the people driving the carriage get attacked. It turns out the servants didn’t want to stay in the manor where R!Ciel is, because O!Ciel is the one they were loyal to in the first place.

They run away, and go to hide at “Lark photogenic Store” Now if I rember correctly, the guy who works there is considered like, “a friend” of the phantomhive’s, so he helps them escape to the sewers. Barely missing the group of police (or guards idfk) looking for O!Ciel.

There they meet Lau. I’m not exactly sure where their located next, but it’s some place where Lau is. Everyone’s eating now, and Ciel is pissed.

Meanwhile Soma is in his “Villian” arc, and it’s also pissed as hell.

Ciel and co. work up a plan to interfere with the source that’s going providing R!Ciel with blood. First we see Ran Mau, and Mey Rin posing as sister to infiltrate one of the places. Now there’s this whole subplot about one of the maids catching onto who Mey Rin and Mau are, but it’s to long for me to explain. Basically they fight at the end though. Turns out the guy running the thing is sleeping with maids, and afterwords like, taking their blood or some shit like that. Mey Rin and Mau were badass as hell though.

Also in that arc we get Mey Rin’s backstory. It’s chapters 156-165.

Okay, so enter in Bard and Lau infiltrate some other place. It’s a hospital, and they’re posing at patients. They figure out like, the source of the blood here, and Lau and Bard disagree with how they should go about it.

Bard confronts the person behind it, and woahh, flashbacks, we get Bard’s backstory. Now there was some controversy about his backstory, because Yana decided to put in some elements of American History in the chapter. Some say it’s realistic, others say it’s insensitive.

Chapters 175-184 is where you can read it.

So we’ve just now got out of Bards backstory (finally), and the recent chapter is Bard letting the person behind it go, and trying to resolve it in a different manner than Lau had in mind. Recent chapter ends with Lau expressing his disappointment in Bard.

…And that’s where Black Butler is at now! Tbh it seems like it’s still gonna be a while till the end of it.

On the topic of old fandoms I used to be in/dabble in what happened in Black Butler, what’s happening? Last thing I knew Ciel had a twin?

[shirtlesssammy]

The Memory Remains: Recap

Then:

Mary Winchester keeps flipping the script on what we all expected in season 12. 

Now:

Tomahawk, WI

(Hey! Boris spent many a summer camping on Lake Tomahawk in her youth. V. glad she didn’t know about the god of sacrifice lurking about.)

Speaking of youths not knowing what evil is lurking. Several beer-drinking, canoodling teens sit around a bonfire, enjoying the night. One friend is tired of the scene so he takes off. He walks down a dark road, oblivious of the masked mouth-breather stalking him. He comes across a backpack, and picks it up, instantly getting strapped to a tree, and coming face to face with a goat-monster. His buddy, barely hearing his cries above the music, investigates.

Not reaching his friend in time, he high-tails it out of there.

Meanwhile in the bunker, Dean has been worry pacing, worry calling, worry gun cleaning, and probably worry praying to Cas for DAYS. he leaves him ANOTHER VOICEMAIL. Sam tries to reassure his brother that Cas is fine --he always is. Dean bought into that crap last season, but it doesn’t seem like he’s biting now. Something’s up and Dean is extra upset. (So say we all.)

Sam gets an email from ghost Mick. There’s a case! It seems that the mysterious happenings in the cold open are a trend. People have gone missing every year since 1898. They stopped in 1997, but now they’re starting again. 

The boys make it to northern Wisconsin in record time, and stop in to interview the local law enforcement/taxidermist.

Sheriff Bishop gives them the lowdown on the missing person, Jarrod. He doesn’t seem too concerned with the whole situation though. There’s dead animals to stuff, people! And anyway, Jarrod probably just blew town --his home life isn’t the best.

Agents Stark and Martell then go to interview Daryn, the friend in the cold open. He’s “medicating” on his break at the meat packing plant, and is upset that Sheriff Bishop won’t believe him. The kid tells Sam and Dean about that night and “Black Bill”.

Later at the diner, Sam fills Dean in on the local urban legend that is “Black Bill”. Dean is busy overcompensating for his confused feelings about missing Cas, and starts flirting with the NAMELESS imdb says her name is Carmen, VOICELESS prop waitress. *rant commences* I mean, ok, this feels weird. We haven’t seen Dean act this way IN YEARS--like season 3? 4? My headcanon is that he’s just really messed up about Cas and so he turns to his favorite vices --beer, burgers, and sex. Not cool, but cool, y’know? My big issue with this whole thing is that this is the only woman in the episode and she doesn’t have a name and she doesn’t have a voice. Yuck. Even if we follow the crumbs to a deeper meaning for this, the surface reading just makes me feel like I, as a woman, am not a wanted audience member. They’re dudes being dudes doing dude things. The woman is an object of conquest and her agency means nada. *rant over*

Dean tasks Sammy on figuring out what the monster is, and subtextually spends the night with the waitress.

Daryn, meanwhile, is working away and is surprised by his boss, Pete. He hasn’t been giving it his all at work. Pete knows how upset he is about Jarrod, but he can’t keep using that as an excuse at work. Later, Daryn’s leaving work and the goat monster finds him and attacks! (Boris wonders if a lot of episodes this season take place in Wisconsin because Vancouver had a rather snowy winter? Wisconsin did not have a snowy winter ironically.)(Boris also doesn’t scare easily but appreciates the music this week. It’s trying!)

The next morning, season1!Dean wanders into the diner to talk shop with Sam. He steals his brother’s breakfast plate of egg whites and veg --but isn’t that impressed with it. Sam thinks they’re dealing with a satyr. Sam wants to interview Daryn, but it appears he never made it home the night before. They head to the meat packing plant instead. They interview Pete, who informs them that Sheriff Bishop owns the plant. He’s “heir to the Bishop meat empire”. Kinda like the Abe Froman of Tomahawk? The boys connect the dots and think it’s a mighty big coincidence that their only witness to the crime goes missing at the local sheriff’s meat packing factory. The sheriff just happens to be on site so they talk with him --about the missing boys, and about “Black Bill”.

Sheriff Bishop is just as blasé as ever, dismissing their concerns about “Black Bill” and the staggering levels of missing people. I mean Pennywise is getting jealous with how many people are missing in this town!

Cut to Daryn chillin’ in the plant’s freezer. (I’m so punny.) Daryn finds the very frozen corpse of his buddy, and hears growling. He runs for the door, but the horned monster attacks!

Back at the diner Dean continues to pour his frazzled worries into eating a burger. 

^^^ I love this culinary tribute to the SPN blood cannon ^^^

Sam is appalled. “Burger’s beef, bacon’s pig, Soylent Green’s people, but this...this is heaven.” (Pining Alert! Dean’s thinking about heaven!) Anyway, Dean’s research revealed that all the vics were employees at the plant. It seems that this local legend is connected to the plant --or the Styne family that runs it. Sam’s research revealed that this whole town was founded by the Bishops and the sheriff has been selling off their property over the years --everything but the plant and the family estate.

Ketch and the gang break into the bunker. (Ok, so they have a key, but that doesn’t count!) “Remember your orders. By the time we leave, Dr. Hess wants to know everything about our ‘friends’ the Winchesters.” The music is jaunty but I just felt dread watching this.

The boys head to the family estate to check it out.

The interior of the house is full of sheet draped furniture and the rooms are still, quiet. Sam finds a door with several door locks on the exterior which leads to a dark basement. They head downstairs and - oh joy - it's decorated in high torture chamber chic with weapons, carving knives, and chains all around. An angled metal table stands in the middle of the room. Sheriff Bishop arrives at the house, creeps his own way down the basement steps, and Dean surprises him with the Colt leveled at his head. Dean asks him about the “straight up murder room” they found.

Black Bill isn't real, Bishop admits. It's been his family kidnapping and murdering people all along. His father told him the story of Moloch, the god of sacrifice, who lived below his house and exchanged the prosperity of their family for human blood. (Query: isn’t every god in this show technically the “god of sacrifice”? That’s like saying “I’m Dean Winchester, human.”) Every year the man of the house would don a goat mask, kidnap someone, and kill them. When his father died in 1997 Bishop put an end to the chain of killings and kept Moloch, starving, in his little cage in the floor ever since. Sam peers into the cage, bars covered with blood and matted hair, and reports that it is empty. Ruh roh. Upstairs, something clatters. Dean heads upstairs alone, armed with the Colt.

Dean stalks through the house quietly and tracks the sounds to the second story. The camera cuts to Goat-mask cam and Dean finds Sir Goatsalot standing alone in the middle of a room. He slowly approaches the unmoving goat suit when he's attacked and knocked out by another, non-masked man. It's Pete, the besieged plant manager! After knocking out Dean he runs downstairs and Sam and Bishop get dead-bolted into the basement. Bishop hands Sam a butcher's knife to chop his way out of the locked basement. (Hey kids, remember: when bolted behind a door, always take out the hinges first.)

Back at the Men of Letters bunker the crew investigates the boys, taking photos of everything, rifling through drawers, downloading data. In Dean's room Ketch finds an old photo of Mary holding wee Dean and stares at it for a while.

Dean wakes up in the meat plant, plastic-wrapped to a chair, and greets Pete who reveals that the Sheriff is his half brother. Their father was a notorious philanderer who let his illegitimate child grow up poor while his other family thrived on the other side of town. (Boris interjects: Anybody else getting an Adam vibe with all this talk of brothers and family business? I guess this is all a parallel to the Winchesters --and possibly Mary selling her family’s legacy to the YED?) Now Pete’s in control of the god. You know. “Hunting people. Killing them. The family business.” 

Pete's gonna save the town with his awesome pet god and pad his own pockets to boot.

Back at the bunker the MoL goon squad has turned up nothing useful – including nada on the Colt. (Yeah, dudes, it's because Dean brought it with and then promptly had it confiscated by some tool in Wisconsin.) Ketch plants a giant-ass bug under the table with a little antenna on it. DUDES. Stick that thing somewhere less obtrusive, OMG. All the Winchesters have to do is drop a pen and they’ll find it.

Now locked in the cold locker with Moloch, Dean wheels himself around in his chair, scoping out the hunting grounds. He sees the creature snatch one of the bodies and unwraps himself from the chair. Then he grabs a meathook to defend himself against the approaching beast. Outside the locker, Sam has tracked Dean's cell phone to the plant and is in turn stalked by Mr. Goaty McGoatface (aka Pete).

Outside the meat plant Bishop tackles the Goatinator, who accuses him of dumping the crappy, failing plant on him and bailing. (Moloch approaches Dean, stalking him through what must be the largest cold locker in the history of mankind.) Pete aims the Colt at Bishop but Sam shoots him dead and grabs the Colt. It's a good thing he does because Dean has just buried his meat hook in Moloch’s side. (Moloch: hee hee that tickles.)

It’s looking grim for our Dean Bean, but Sam shoots off the lock, opens the door, and blasts Moloch with the Colt. Moloch liquefies. Gross.

Bishop tells the Winchesters that he doesn’t need help with the grim cleanup. He'll take care of his family's dark legacy.

The boys arrive back at the bunker. “Next time you hear me say that our family is messed up remind me that we could be psycho goat people,” Dean mutters and heads straight for the mini fridge in the library to grab a beer. The boys then proceed to have AN INFURIATING CONVERSATION.

Dean: What do you think our legacy will be? You think folks will remember us?

Sam: No. I mean. Guys like us, we're not exactly the type of people they write about in the history books.

Me (fake coughing): The Winchester Gospels.

Me (more fake coughing): Probably a ton of hunter journals.

Fandom: GAAAARG.

Chuck: GAAAARG.

Sam concludes that the people they saved are the Winchester's legacy. Dean wonders about the fate of the bunker once they die. He pulls out his knife and carves his initials into the library table as the scene flashes back to their childhood and carving their initials in the Impala. It’s a pretty scene and blatantly hammers home the point that they consider the bunker to be their home now. Boris speculates that this means they’ll lose access to the bunker soon and, I mean, it seems pretty possible. (Boris: On a completely practical level, I don’t think they’ll really lose the bunker because that must have been one expensive set piece, and how many years does this show have left? 2? Would they really scrap something so useful and expensive in the waning days of the show? My heart says they want to hurt us; my head says $$$. Also, I love this meta by @mittenmorgul)

They call Mick to debrief. (I’m annoyed that they call him when they get back to the bunker. Not, like, while they're still in Wisconsin. I realize that’s for narrative effect and so they can use the newly planted bug. But still.) Ketch answers and informs them that Mick's gone back to London and they are to report to Ketch instead.

Natasha: Sighs. Hasn't it been strongly implied that Ketch is just some high class hunter? I thought the MoL liked to keep the firewall between hunters and the Men of Letters rigid? Or are all their hunters goons in suits? (Makes handwavy argument that Ketch is just running a long hunt on the American hunters so he’s allowed by the MoL to call the shots.)

Anyway, at that news Dean rolls his eyes. “I would much rather be with your mother,” Ketch says.

After they hang up Ketch stares at the photo of Mary he purloined as Dean bitches to Sam about Ketch through the bugged connection.

You Goat any Quotes?

Work smarter, Sammy. Not harder.

Oh c'mon. This guy's adorable. Plays a friggin' flute.

Maybe they just run an evil petting zoo inside.

Croquet's alright but you know what would be great? Murder.

“How you feeling?” “Like I just went twelve rounds with a god. So, you know, normal.”

[cxrruptedhxpe-blog]

What else is in the basement?

 rip salt feels

  A piano.      An instrument she had taught a guardian named Tora to play.            The same instrument that she played with Poen’s ocarina.

   Kaphona’s hands brushed against the dusty surface with a strong urge to play the beautifully crafted instrument one more time, yet could she be able to pour her feelings out with its keys? Green eyes painted the image for her of the cloth covered bench and her hands did the work of removing it.

A single shaky breath came out as if it was her conductor. There was no need for music sheets because her heart, her soul, her fingers shall be the sheet she needed. All she needed, for now, was her voice.

  No time for restNo pillow for my headNowhere to run from thisNo way to forget

  Kaphona’s voice was soft, light, as if afraid to speak in case it could do some damage. Fingers dancing across the piano’s selection of keys being picky on what keys could make the song and what couldn’t. 

Around the shadows creepLike friends, they cover meJust wanna lay me down and finallyTry to get some sleep

 Shadows of her burdens, her regrets, her negative thoughts felt like she was being watched by them constantly. Always wrapped around her trying to keep her safe when only they want her to sleep. The girl needed to rest after all the emotional battles she had dealt with since Era of Time. It felt like they didn’t want to sing any louder. No tears yet.We carry on through the stormTired soldiers in this warRemember what we’re fighting for

It seemed like she was about to break right there. Her hands began to shake and never allowed them to leave the piano. She needed the distraction.Meet me on the battlefieldEven on the darkest nightI will be your sword and shield,Your camouflage and you will be mine

 Memories began coursing through her eyes. Everything she has felt. Experienced. Why now? Why now out of all the time did she have to remember this?Echoes of the shots ring outWe may be the first to fall

      “You shouldn’t be here.” Kaphona looked at the boy in green with a dagger attached to her side. Surprised to see such kid looming around on sacred grounds- wait, why is there fire?

      “What are you going to do about it? It’s not like I’m starting a forest fire… though I could…”

          The first time they ever met. He had even made her happy by removing the flames when they knew nothing about each other. It also proceeded him standing on her head and then going to the Forest Temple (though never allowing him to enter.)

    She had called him dead boy, benny, boy, and other names that drove him nuts. 

   But the only one that stuck was Bennerfly, why such insect for a person like him?

                          It was because he would be the butterfly effect.

Everything could stay the sameOr we could change it all

    Soon after their first meeting, they have annoyed with each other at every single turn. He even joined her singing part one day which surprised her that he was there. After making dick jokes, being complete assholes to each other… Something… Changed. 

    Their friendship blossomed into something else.Meet me on the battlefield

   Kaphona’s eyes already watering with the salt mixing around which was making her laugh. Salt tears, much like their weird ship-name. Saltship and she wondered who came up with that idea. We’re standing face-to-faceWith our own human raceWe commit the sins againAnd our sons and daughters pay

     “Poen! Stop this… This hasn’t to be like this. Just stop, okay? We can forget all about this.” Kaphona reached out towards Poen only a few meters away. “Please… I don’t want to fight you. You’re my best friend… I’m your family..” Poen moved close to Kaphona with her lip wobbling.

   “Kaphona? I’m so sorry… I didn’t mean to make everything happen like this!” Wailing, running into her arms and did Kaphona hug back fast. Both clinging onto each other.

        A big mistake. Poen drove the broken wand into Kaphona’s chest. “But, I have to do this.” 

  Kaphona only smiled up at her friend and returned the gesture.Our tainted historyIs playing on repeat

But we could change itIf we stand up strong and take the lead

   Kaphona hoped they could move past this, that if they met once again and worked on it. They could be much stronger than what the anonymous beings wanted, more stronger than what his father wanted. It sounded so cliche.

“It’s not that- i’m glad you like it but just- i wasn’t expecting that! i was expecting our normal snippy banter! you’re like the only person with a wit that matches or exceeds mine!” 

   She laughed loudly, forgetting about the time when he had bought her a gift, red rosed hair clips. She had taken it out ever since Poen. She had stopped playing, searching through her pockets hoping to find them in there and when she did, they were back on the left side of the wild green hair.  When I was younger, I was namedA generation unafraidFor the heirs to come, be brave

     The first Kokiri were unafraid. She was unafraid of everything believing there was no evil in the world. Believed that everyone is amazing, never cruel. God was she wrong. Allowing a man to burn her home, her family, and all she did was watch.

   The fight with BEN, all she did was watch him leave.

                         Because she allowed it.

              Wanting to stop him, but all came out of her mouth was “I think so too.” And meet me on the battlefieldEven on the darkest nightI will be your sword and shield,Your camouflage, and you will be mine

      BEN couldn’t find her in ages. She had been hiding from everyone to think about everything that has happened in her life, their first meeting, even before the incident of Poen. After finding her and giving her a giant cup of cocoa, they’ve talked.

    “so… mind telling me why it’s been near impossible to find you lately?”     “I haven’t been able to stop thinking. I can’t sleep. I’m sure it’ll stop soon so it’s whatever.”    “…need to talk about it? sometimes just saying what’s on my mind makes it make sense you know. and if it’s making it hard to sleep, it must be important. I can keep secrets you know.” Not moving her eyes anywhere just staring at the blanket. “… Mixed feelings.” He was seriously going to push? Kaphona didn’t want him to know. He’ll make fun of her for it, mock her, leave and this was the actual friend she had in years. “I’m unsure of my feelings about a person, and I’m afraid to mention it to them for the fear of them leaving.” 

   BEN had paused unsure what to think.  “I definitely know what you mean. I’ve… been more or less been struggling with something similar, to be honest.  it’s… a tough position to be in, definitely. how does this other person treat you or seem to feel  about you?” 

 After her reply, he started to act differently. Blushing, which greatly amused Kaphona.   

  “I guess the way of how one would say their heart skips a beat. I just get nervous around you for some reason.. And feel warm around my face. I guess the word I’m looking for is a crush?”  And that caused him to be red.Echoes of the shots ring outWe may be the first to fallEverything could stay the sameOr we could change it all

   “You three are idiots. when you want information, you get their trust, not attack them.” how was he lying so easily? about her? about the relationship they had? “And what sort of informant would she be if I let you all bust her up?” 

   Goddess, the time he had lied to save her. Why did it make her body feel so heavy when remembering that? It hurt to know now that he was lying. There couldn’t be any real reason why he would lie now. He had the stone and could do whatever.

  Kaphona believed that he cared still.

    “You really think this is what I was after? it’s awesome being able to hold the real thing, but it would be easy to get a bunch of exact replicas. take it- I’d rather be without this stone then have you think I’ve been using you. I’m not like that.” 

 Kaphona smiled up at an old painting with tears rolling down. “You still have it. You never gave it back…”Meet me on the battlefieldWe carry on through the stormTired soldiers in this warRemember what we’re fighting for

  “Kaphona, I couldn’t be using you like that. Because I…” he was able to take his hand from his head. A headache was there, but it couldn’t get to him now. not with him this resolute, this certain. he wiped at the blood on his face, suddenly nervous. “I…” why was it so hard to say.?“𝕀 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕀 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦”                         That damn sentence sealed her fate.

    He said it himself, past ago, he wouldn’t hurt her, wouldn’t use her like that because he said, “I think I love you.”

         And she loved him.

Meet me on the battlefieldEven on the darkest nightI will be your sword and shield,Your camouflage, and you will be mine

  Kaphona could feel herself being empty as if a hollow statue was her. Eyes closed allowing the music to take her away if only she could see all the fairies from Lost Woods flying around. The Kokiri that perished smiling behind her and even standing next to her. Fingers continued to dance feeling a cold presence on it.

   Was her body trying to mimic whenever BEN would hold her hand?Echoes of the shots ring outWe may be the first to fallEverything could stay the sameOr we could change it all(We could change it all)

  When her eyes opened, they weren’t green anymore only brown like it was before. Kaphona started to smile feeling no sadness anymore thinking that everything is gonna be fine. Things will be fine. Things just have too!

  The brown eyes turned back into green, BEN’s old eyes before he had died.Meet me on the battlefieldMeet me on the battlefield(We could change it all)

   The music had stopped. Everything is quiet except her wild thoughts and the fairies, Kokiri, gone. Just her, the piano, and the mirror. Looking down at her hands remembering the time she had lost her eyes. He had made something on her hand.

      “I don’t know. what I do know is Slender is able to do a lot, and he may able to fix this…” he grasped her hand firmly and used a nail to cut the palm in a circle, before crossing it out. “I mean, he’s the one who freed me from the hell I was in for awhile.”

                           And it was still there, only faintly.